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w0yxe · 2 years

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APPARENTLY JOEL SAID THERE’D BE FIRE IN TODAYS EPISODE??

Boat boys…what’ve you done.

If someone burns the Relation down I hope Joel goes very crazy and kills them permanently, very harshly or does something extreme to them…maybe all of the above cause I want chaos.

but if /they/ were the ones who burnt something down lets say The Red Velvet Keep for example…then I turn a blind eye.

#no i dont have favourites whatre you talking about #dlsmp #double life #etho going even more mad than joel would be sweet tho i doubt it #double life smp spoilers #<- does it count as that?#ill keep it anyways jic #cause we dont know how but its still somewhat #double life smp #joel smallishbeans

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daz4i · 1 year

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I've seen ppl say nikolai would be a conspiracy theorist and idk how ic that is but i dig it anyway and also i want to know how he'd feel abt the theory that the government replaced all the birds with drones to spy on its citizens

#how much would that make him lose it. and in what way. i need to know #i think he'd love it and have a mental breakdown at the same time. the birds aren't in a cage the birds ARE the cage #ok this post can be somewhat paranoia inducing so jic lemme tag as #unreality //#and lmk if there's smth else i might need to tag this as pls!!

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skywitchmaja · 1 year

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hmmm okay now i get why ppl say utena is confusing… and the next episode is about nanami and tsuwabuki??? when will pertinent information be revealed??

#so mikage imagined this kid looked somewhat like anthy? but it was a different kid? but anthy has that kids memories? and where did she go??#uh #rgu spoilers #i don’t think it’s coherent enough to be spoiler-y but jic

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tapuhauko · 2 months

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[ @cittadeinumeri ]

the world twists and turns. i̷͕͐Tb̶̺̏r̸̻͠ẹ̷̾a̵k̸̝͛s̷̲̾ ̶̨̉ā̵̪nd̵̤͌ ̷̠̋0p̸͎͊ë̶̬́n̴̪͐ś̵̨.

your hand itches. where did you put it? where did you leave your hand? did you put it somewhere you shouldn't? did you shove it in the br〓oken part of the world, Gcuri▉us, uncar1ng ab⁰ut your safẹ̷̾ty?

it itC̷̨͍̟͈͐͑́̀̂͐̈́̈́̓̚͝͝͝ͅhes. it itches. it itches▎.

until it▔doesɴ't.

it's not there. then it is. then it isn't. then it is. then it isn't. then it is. then it isn't. then it is. then it isn't. then it is. then it isn't. then it is.

ᶦᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᵇᵃᵈ ᶦᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ

it doesn't itch anymore.

A twitch in his sleep. Slowly, the scenery in their dream changes. They're back at that beach with Eris, a feeling of dread spreading through their body. Another twitch. Then another. And another. Suddenly not just his hand itches, but most of his body does. But where are his limbs? He can't find them anymore. The searing pain takes over. Stars cloud their vision. Just when they think they're done for, a shadow appears over the bush they had taken shelter in—

Hau snaps awake, drenched in cold sweat and with scars screaming across his body. Their heart beats in their chest as they slowly allow themself to lie back down, but not before raking their fingers across their arms for good measure.

What a shitty reminder of a dream.

#cittadeinumeri #of sunshine and thunderstorms ; ic #electric mail ; asks #glitches cw #horror cw #ask to tag jic!#pridepoisoned #tagging dan too cause it involves eris somewhat

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iceicewifey · 9 months

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Hey Kat!!

I got a couple of questions about Shay for you:

💚,✂️,🧠

─── 💗 𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗘'𝗦 𝗢𝗖𝗦

💚 :: What is your OC's gender identity and sexuality?

gender wise, she's a cisgender female (she/her). sexuality wise, i've never really put a label on her besides mspec — i can't see her wanting to put a label on herself, but she'd probably say bisexual if she had to pick something.

✂ :: What is one of your OC's worst memories?

she has several, but the worst is kind of a culmination of things — basically, it was when her father married her stepmother, lydia, a woman that'd never liked her. she didn't know why because she was only ten years old at the time, but her stepmother always seemed to hate her and her twin sister for no valid reason. perhaps it was because they were kids from a previous marriage, perhaps she felt threatened by them or found them to be burdens... lydia seemed to hate shay the most; she never knew why and she never asked. it was made worse by her father always siding with his new partner, refusing to listen to his daughters about lydia's actions. eventually the girls just lay down and accept it, because anytime either of them said anything, they'd be met with a stern "Akta vad du säger."

🧠 :: What do you like most about the OC?

i thought this would be an easy one but i sat here for a few minutes KJFGJBKFG i think what i like most is how she carries herself; she doesn't care what people think of her and she doesn't let stuff get to her. sure it's partially an attitude developed out of necessity from the stepmother mentioned in the question above, but still. she doesn't give a fuck what anyone thinks of her and she isn't about to let it get her down.

#ask games 🎠#ask game for someone's ocs #oc d. shay #i wanna say omni like me but i know that term didn't really exist in the 80's fgbkjfngkb #i also wanna say she's somewhat demiromantic since it takes her a bit to really fall for someone but i'd say it's easier explained by ->#many shitty and/or uncaring past partners coughcoughezrock #the swedish is basically ‘‘watch your mouth’’ btw #cw child abuse #tw child abuse #jic #ask to tag

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madameminor · 23 days

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Fox Fire - Commander Fox x f!reader - Chapter 1

Summary: In an effort to forget your on-again-off-again, you head out with your friends - and they're determined for you to meet one Commander Fox. After all, the quickest way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

Commander Fox x f!reader

Tags: Smutty mcsmutterson. 18+. NSFW. "Basically, all the good stuff."

Warnings: Nothing this round. Just build up.

Notes: Ok hi! Dunno why I wanted to do this, but I did. I'm excited for the story. Post-war, everyone's ok, that sort of thing. Thank you so much to @dumfanting and @rains-on-kamino for beta-ing and keeping my creative juices flowing. I've tagged all the people on my IMWTO list, JIC you're interested in following this story too. If you are, comment. If you don't, I'll remove you for next chapter. Thank yoooou. Let's get this party started!

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You have to hand it to Chrisa. If her significant other didn’t work here, you would never have thought of coming to the Clone Bar for your night out - but it is PERFECT for what you need.

All the clones made it easy to clock strangers.

The entire vibe of the place is all about coming in and forgetting the world outside.

None of your or Marco’s mutuals would EVER just happen to be here.

AND

You have a bartender on your side, so if anyone gets too handsy or in your face - insta-boot.

The anger from earlier has simmered into resolve, and any excess is going to be worked out on the dance floor. You’d had enough to drink before coming out to loosen you up, but not to spiral you down. You. Look. FAN-TASTIC. Nothing pumps you up like looking your absolute best - and knowing it.

Damn right. It was time to have some fucking fun.

Your gaggle stride up to the front doors, Chrisa flashing the front doorman a smile and a kiss on the cheek before sliding on in. The thick togruta grins as he waves you all in, the lively music thrumming up through your shoes. OOooooo YES! Here we GO!

Lights, bass, people, ALL of it. You’ve missed it. Your spirits lift at the beautiful sight of fun.

Chrisa leads you past the first few bars, piled up with people, making her way towards a third bar closer to the back. You all follow, chatting away excitedly and looking out over the writhing sea of people. Your smile is genuine. You missed this. You missed them.

“Baaaaaabyyyyy!” your friend croons, leaning over the somewhat busy bar to kiss the bartender. The rest of you sidle up to the 3 empty seats between two groups of clones, offering your hellos.

“Well, look at this attractive group coming up to my bar,” the bartender, Ceese, says with a grin. Their eyes land on you. “Heard we’re celebrating tonight,” they say with a wink. “So let’s get you all started off on the right foot.”

Your girls cheer and you grin as Ceese sets out 6 double shots, filling them to the brim with your favorite alcohol. You laugh as each of your friends and Ceese all take a shot glass, gathering in close around you.

“To taking out ta poodoo!” Lehla toasts, holding out her shot.

“KRIFF TA POODOO!” Five clinks as you all cheers and down your shots. The liquid comfort slithers through your body, and you breathe a bit easier. THIS is fun. You’re safe here. You slink your arms around Freen and Sizie and hug them close. They smile and hold you tight while Ceese pours out your drinks.

“There you are, drinks are up, get out there!”

You all cheer and grab your drinks, Chrisa leaning up to kiss them thanks for all of you as your crew saunters off to the dance floor.

Lehla dives right into the center, turning to all of you, and, holding up her drink, proclaims with the gravity of a general headed into battle “Behbies, lets DANCE!!”

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Pulsing, beating, swaying, living. You laugh and twirl and thoroughly lose yourself in the pleasure of being out with your friends. This was amazing. This was life as it ought to be.

Only exhaustion and the need for another drink eventually pulls you off the floor, plunking you and your friends down into an open booth.

“More drinks, more drinks!” Sizie chants.

“Oh gods I can’t MOVE,” Freen whines as she leans back. She makes begging eyes at Lehla. Well, the Rodian equivalent. “Lehlaaaaa…”

Lehla good naturedly rolls her eyes. “ALright, alright. Chrisa, that's you and me. Lets go get the goods.”

Chrisa laughs and loops arms with hers, the two heading back to the bar.

You fan yourself, glancing over your two friends as they gab away with each other, taking a second to get your bearings. The anger is burning off now, leaving just the sadness, the hurt… but its nice to remember everything you gain by… well, by things changing. Change is good. You take a deep breath, letting the comfort settle back in.

“Why do they keep looking over here?” Sizie’s voice cuts through, curious.

You look over towards the bar and see Chrisa and Lehla chatting with Ceese and a few troopers - commanders by their pauldrons. Of course Chrisa knew the regulars, probably catching up. And, uh, they all keep looking over. At you. Specifically at you.

Uh oh. “Oh Mother, what are they up to…”

Freen laughs. “Knowing them, something AMAZING.”

Chrisa and Lehla hurry over, both with a mysterious glint in their eye. Chrisa plops down next to you while Lehla leans in with a smirk, hand on the table.

“Soooooo,” Chris says with a sly grin, “do you think that clones are attractive?”

You side-eye her suspiciously. “Why?”

“Weeeeell,” Chrisa tilts her head to the side, letting you see past her, “one of my ‘friends’ over there happens to be Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard.”

Your stomach tightens with regret.

You sigh, your forehead in your hand. “Chris, you know I don’t-”

She waves her hand at you. “-get on with law enforcement, I know I know. BUT,” she grins, holding a finger up to halt interruptions, “that’s long term. Fox is usually super busy, so he doesn’t really have much time for women in his life. Like, EVER.” She smirks with a small eye roll. “His team almost has to blackmail him to go out with them and relax - and that almost NEVER involves a woman. But that doesn't mean he hasn’t had off-ers,” she says in a sing-song voice. The others giggle as they glance off towards where the Commander sits.

Chris continues. “SO. It wouldn’t be for long- a fling, a jaunt, a roll in the hay, something cas-u-al-and-FUN!” She emphasizes each syllable to get her point across. “You need this. Something different to show you that you can actually be HAPPY in bed, with someone who actually CARES.”

You raise an eyebrow. “How the heck do you know he ‘cares’?”

She grins again. “I’ve known him for a loooong time. And on the rare occasion that he’s drunk enough to loosen up and actually go home with someone, they ALWAYS come in again talking about how GOOD he is.”

You blink in surprise, and a little shock. “People talk about that?

She shrugs good-naturedly. “Bunker bunnies do. No judgement, they just like to try ‘all the clone flavors’.” She winks. “And I love to hear the gos about the regulars.”

You smirk as the others laugh. Trust Chrisa to be the bar gossip gatherer.

“So, what, you want me to hope he gets drunk, present myself to him and say ‘hi, my ex is an ass and I broke up with him today. Wanna fuck?’”

“Oh NO,” Chrisa pulls a face, “I wouldn’t suggest it if it was that impersonal. See, apparently…” she leans her cheek on one hand, grin glistening with mischief. “He’s been looking over at you all night.”

You blink. You try to sneak a look over to the bar to try and catch a glimpse of this Commander Fox. Two of the red and white clad clones start waving and pointing excitedly between them at the seated one beside them, facing away with what looks like his forehead in his hand. You’re sad you can’t see his face, but you can’t help but smile to yourself. You kind of know how he feels.

“And he’s… cute?” You say hesitantly.

Chrisa perks up and grins. “Oh YEAH. I’ve definitely glanced at him a time or two, don’t tell Ceese.”

“And… safe?”

“YES,” Chris almost huffs a whine in exasperation. “Who do you think I am??”

Well…

It’s not what you normally do…

…but you ARE trying to do things differently this time…

Just one conversation? You didn’t even have to say yes…

He could be cute…

You look around at your friends' faces. Are any of them unsure about this? Would any advise you that this wasn’t a good idea?

Nope. All of their eyes are excited, almost pleading.

“...ok. I’ll at least talk to him.”

You friends all burst out with a “YES!” You smirk and shake your head. Jeez, you didn’t think you needed it THAT bad.

Chrisa stands and gives a thumbs up to the two clones waiting at the bar. They both pump fists in the air before leaning down to talk to the hunched Commander- who simply punches one of them in the arm without looking over at him. You laugh to yourself. Yeah, you definitely know THAT feeling. The poor guy.

Whatever they say to him, it apparently seems to work. He begrudgingly turns around on his stool and stands, grabbing his helmet. One of his men claps him on the shoulder, which he pushes off angrily before taking a deep breath, turning, and starting his way over to where you and your friends sit.

You feel your breath catch a bit in your chest, something your girls notice with a smirk. He’s GORGEOUS. His hair isn’t standard clone cut - its a bit longer on top and down the back, the sides cropped short. You can see whisps of gray at the side of his temples, almost looking like highlights, making him seem more mature. He has a scar across one cheekbone adding to an authoritative air - but not oppressive or dismissive. His eyes are a beautiful amber brown, serious, but not cynical. And, you notice with a small smile, right now he looks just a little bit… sheepish.

A man like this has been watching you? A trooper who doesn’t normally take girls home had seen you and not been able to disguise it from his overeager companions? You feel yourself preen internally as he finishes making his way over.

“Commander Fox, meet the rest of my besties - Freen (she waves), Sizie (a nod and smile), and of course, The-woman-you’ve-been-staring-at-all-night.”

He glances at her with annoyance as your friends laugh. You extend a hand out to shake his hand with your introduction.

“Its… very nice to meet you.” He nods, resigning to the awkwardness of being caught.

“Well, we’ll get out of your hair so you two can get acquainted,” Chrisa simpers. You give her a ‘stop that’ look as she and the girls all file out with winks and excited grins. Sizie even seems to shake little pom poms, mouthing “go, girl, go!”

You play a bit with one earring as you look back at him.

“Sorry about them,” you smile. “Teasing is their love language.”

He snorts with a glance back at them, relaxing a bit. “I know the feeling.”

You chuckle despite yourself. He seems to relax a bit, a smirk playing on his authoritative features.

“Would you care to step into my office, Mr. Fox?”

He chuckles this time, giving you a quick appreciative glance before sitting down across from you, placing his helmet by his side.

“Excuse me.” A service droid waddles up with two drinks - one your usual, the other looks like a whisky neat for him. You look at it, confused, while it sets them on the table.

“Compliments of the bartender, with the accompanying message-” says the matter of fact tinny voice. “‘-Make out already-’.” You look up to the crowd of onlookers from the bar giving you both a thumbs up.

You show them a different finger.

They all burst out laughing, but get the hint and go back to each other.

You turn back, catching an impressed smirk while he gazes at you.

“You sure showed them.”

You chuckle while you take a sip of your drink.

“So,” you smile, “come here often?”

He snorts an appreciative chuckle before shaking his head and indicating the two Corries at the bar. “Enough. Though not as much as my men would like.”

You chuckle, glancing over at the excited huddle. “I didn’t know the men of the Coruscant guard were so invested in their Commander’s R&R.”

A sigh and an eye roll, another sip of his drink. “Apparently getting away from work is ‘necessary’ for a healthy, ungrumpy lifestyle.” You nod sagely, indicating you see the sarcasm. “Just my luck to have the subordinates that actually care about my work-life balance.”

“Luck seldom has anything to do with things like that,” you smile, leaning your cheek on your hand. You know what garners unerring loyalty and hard work. You know the kind of leader it takes to make men march into danger- just to drag that S.O. to the bar afterwards - the kind who men take care of, because he took care of his men. “You must be a great commander if they worry about you so much.” And smart, and firm, but kind under it all, and… hoo, slow down honey.

For some reason, looking at him, knowing what it takes to be a leader, to be someone who watches out for others, you feel compelled to say something you’ve never said before.

“Thank you. For your service.”

His head quirks to the side, eyes interested as they take you in. “I can’t really take much credit for that… it wasn’t entirely my choice, you know.”

You chuckle. “Perhaps not. But I’ve heard of clones who have sought other lives now that the war is over and your rights have been won - can’t blame them at all. I understand not wanting to do what you’re ‘born for’.” You unconsciously watch the bubbles in your drink for a moment before realizing your thoughts are straying, looking back into his intrigued eyes. “So you did have a choice. And you chose to help the people of Coruscant.” You smile, and shrug. “So, for whatever it's worth, thank you.”

“Hm.” He smiles thoughtfully, regarding you for a moment while he takes a sip of his drink. “Actually, coming from you, it means a lot more,” his eyes take you in again, admiring, intrigued, inviting.

It sends a happy warmth through your insides.

He sets his drink down again, folding his arms and leaning in on his elbows. “So. Born for, huh? Tell me, what were you ‘born for’?”

You smirk, waving a hand in dismissal. Definitely a cop. “Nothing that I’m doing. But I’m an event planner.” You shrug, knowing it doesn’t sound like much to someone who regularly risks their life.

“Hm,” he answers, intrigued. Like actually intrigued. “Can’t say I’ve ever met someone in that field before. What’s your favorite part of the job?”

Hm. You can’t help your smile. No one ever really cares to hear about this part. “Well,” you think, having a genuine look at your chosen profession, “I meet a fair amount of different, interesting people. I'm more active and involved than other jobs, I get to create something, after a fashion, get to create beauty and harmony for people to celebrate or commemorate something.” And you do it well, you know you do. You’re proud of the work you do. “Its satisfying. Like I’m doing good in my own way.”

He smiles at that.

“‘Interesting people’, huh? Have any good stories?”

“Hah,” you chuckle. “Oh do I.” You perk up, leaning in conspiratorially. “And in your line of work, you probably know some of the main antagonists.”

His eyes definitely light up with interest.

Pulling no punches, you dive into tales about Senators, big wigs, their staff, their relatives, the drama before, during, and after. His laughter is all the more hearty knowing who you're talking about. He even thanks you once for making him laugh so hard he cries about a particular Senator from Naboo and a Jedi getting told off for inappropriate use of an ice sculpture.

Knowing you know the main players, he pays you back 10 fold with his own stories- ridiculous requests, entitled children put in their place, the shenanigans his men pull when they think he isn't aware. You swap stories back and forth, relaxing in each others company, unwittingly moving closer together.

He’s nice, you keep thinking. He’s cute. He’s serious, but can laugh. You wonder… what he’s like when he’s alone, in the dark, laying in his own bed...

You only realize how long its been when you take a sip of your drink only to find the cold, watery dregs of melted ice. As you glance into your glass, with a small curse, you hear him say quietly, almost like he’s talking to himself:

“How anyone could do something stupid enough to lose a woman like you is beyond me.” He says quietly, almost to himself. You duck your head, a bit bashful, but keep your eyes up. So he’s feeling it too. He still wants you. He… he likes you.

Maybe its knowing that, or maybe its the drinks. Or both. But suddenly you feel… sexier.

You look up at him through your eye lashes.

“Is it alright if I… get more comfortable?”

His eyes spark with excitement and intrigue. “Of course,” he says quietly.

You close the small distance and slide into his lap, your back to the (you are totally sure) excited onlookers.

You feel your heart pounding at the closeness, skin electric at your own daring.

“Is this alright?”

“Yes.” His voice is much deeper than it was. “More than alright.”

“Good,” you smile, one hand tracing behind his neck, lightly trailing through his curls. He gently places his hand on your leg, his coarse gloves ticking along your thigh, bewitched eyes starting to turn ravenous.

‘You are absolutely stunning,” he breathes, voice low and serious.

You smile bashfully. “Thank you, its true.”

He lifts his hand and cups your neck, thumb tracing the length of your throat.

“I definitely, definitely want to kiss you right now.”

You place a finger against his lips. He smirks, slowly opening his mouth to lightly bite your fingertip. You breath catches at the small, sensual gesture. His eyes darken at the sound, his teeth releasing you.

“Kriff, mesh’la. I’m going to take such good care of you tonight.”

He kisses you.

It's like a fire has started in your blood, burning away anything that isn’t this moment right here. You want him. You want him so badly, with his locks between your fingers and his teeth on your throat and his cock in your-

And you can. Because there is absolutely nothing holding you back.

You pull away just enough that your words ghost against his lips. “Do you want to get out of here… Commander?

His kiss is more insistent this time, ending with a small bite pulling your lower lip.

“More than anything.”

You slide off of him before taking him by the hand. He barely looks away from you as he grabs his helmet and dutifully follows you out of the club.

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#madame writes #commander fox x reader #commander fox x you #f!reader #the clone wars smut #commander fox smut #Fox fire #tcw fox fire

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xxavengingangelxx · 7 months

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Somewhere Only We Know (Long Way From Home Series Part 2) sneak peek

Here is a very, very like VERY brief sneak peek. Just remember Val's trials and tribulations aren't over. Stockholm Syndrome and other types of trauma bonding are not love. They're just that: a trauma bond. Trauma rewires the brain so no, some victims are never okay and are not immediately happy when/if separated from their captor. I'd be happy to answer more questions about it (I see a lot in my work :( )

141 notices there's something...particular about Shadow Company's only female operator. @josieguts because they asked to be tagged :)

This is a sequel to my work, Long Way From Home in which Graves captures 141's translator and takes her as his prisoner in a desperate somewhat well-planned idea to keep tabs on 141 after his betrayal. She puts up much more of a fight than he expected.

Read here!

Triggers for Long Way From Home are many. It's a dark fic, so I will post triggers here JIC. MDNI, 18+ TRIGGERS: Implied/attempted suicide, self-harm, torture, brainwashing, physical abuse, mind fuckery, Stockholm syndrome-related mental gymnastics, trauma bonding, mentions of foster care, threatened/implied/referenced rape, EXTREMELY dubious consent, flashbacks of torture, female being drugged. Self-hate in this one :( If I miss, any let me know, please! DARK FIC! Kinda Dead Dove.

Now, Somewhere Only We Know has less of these triggers but still will have some of them. Disclaimer: I don't know what will happen in MW3 but I have the storyline of this new fic more or less figured out. I'm guessing there's a ceasefire between 141 and Shadow Co. due to Konni being the bigger threat.

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW:

“She’s ours, Graves, like she’s always been,” “No, you abandoned her!” Graves roared.

You were in a hospital room when you saw Price walking in with a phone held to his ear. He was angry. His body language screamed his emotions. He was on the phone…

With Graves.

Graves’s voice on the other side of the phone was mad…from what you could hear. You didn’t hear the whole conversation but some of it involved you. You heard a few phrases from Graves, all with a more pronounced Southern accent. His accent got more pronounced when he was emotional whether he be feeling angry or sadistic. Where the hell is she? You had no right. She’s my prisoner. You planned this shit and separated us on purpose.

Price put the call on speaker.

“You tell ‘im that you’re safe and that you’re done with ‘im,”

“Val?” Graves’s voice his voice saying your name.

You reached for the phone.

“Nah’uh,” Price pulled the phone away. “Tell him,” Price demanded. “That’s an order.”

You looked at the phone.

And then at Price.

And then at the phone.

“Val,” Graves’s voice told you he was uptight, upset, and on the verge of throwing the phone in his hand through the fucking wall.

When it was clear you weren’t going to tell Graves what Price had ordered.

“She’s ours, Graves, like she’s always been,”

“No, you abandoned her!” Graves roared.

You asked to talk to Graves and were denied. “No,” Price said firmly.

You briefly heard Graves say something about Shepherd.

Price hung up.

Now don't judge our 141 boys too roughly. Pretty sure they've never recovered a female soldier from a prisoner situation. :( They're doing the best they know.

#phillip graves #cod mw2 #cod mwii #phillip graves x reader #john soap mactavish #mw2 141 #ghost cod #graves x reader #konig mw2 #gaz mw2 #price call of duty

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absentia-if · 10 months

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For author eyes mostly:

Hope you know I was mostly joking, i get why you dont specify if it's an RO or not, and do appreciate it, im just being dramatic and using convulted pseudo-psych-science to make a somewhat joking accusation of the nurse (can never be fully joking, jic it really is the nurse 👀) for humour's sake

I’m not sure if you’d like me to post this (if you don’t you can send me another message and I’ll delete this immediately).

I had a feeling you were joking, and I wasn’t bothered by the message in the slightest, I just felt like I needed to explain myself further; it’s a habit that I have, which I know can make some people think I’m upset when I’m not even close. When given the opportunity, like within your question, I like to expand on what I’ve previously stated (whenever it’s applicable). Mainly so I can give more of my thoughts on the matter and so I can give some insight on things that may have confused people.

I didn’t think you were being malicious in the slightest, though! There’s no need to worry. I actually chuckled at the nurse accusation. Thank you for sending in the ask regardless! I appreciated the chance to be able to explain myself a bit more.

#absentia #anonymous #asks #ask #the kidnapper

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hetadoujinarchive · 1 year

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“Eternal Happiness”

Main Characters: Russia, China

Minor Characters: Taiwan, Hong Kong, France, Japan, other mcs

Pages: 28

Vibes: romance, drama, comedy

Translated By: ???

CW: there was originally a bit of an “intimate” scene but I have removed the page jic; there’s a naked chibi France at the end with his junk blurred

Summary: Russia and China have a somewhat romantic encounter at a ball, to which China blames on Russia. Wanting his forgiveness, Russia goes on a mission to search for a special flower.

Other languages: Spanish/Español

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“Ano” is Jpns “Um”

#hetalia #hetalia doujinshi #hetalia rochu #hetalia russia #hetalia china #hetalia asians #hetalia asian family #aph rochu #APH Russia #aph china #aph asians #aph asian family #rochu #ivan braginsky #yao wang #spanish

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junior-high-mizuki-official · 7 months

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call me amia or mizuki !! they/them trying out she/her

((everything in parentheses is ooc))

(( I'm @averagemafuyukinnie and i also run a shiho blog. anyways use he/it for me and they/she for mizuki

i made this blog bc angst. and silly.

i forgot to say this earlier but this blog is set right before ribbon event, around the time their sister left

I'll use #mizuposting for in character and #ooc for ooc

i feel like adding this so some of my hcs for them are: biromantic ace, wears glasses, loves animals a lot (they're so cute, how couldn't they?), somewhat academically smart

ALSO jic

normal text-> speech

(whatever this is)-> actions

italics-> thoughts

masterlist other masterlist))

#mizuposting #ooc

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mar64ds · 2 years

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(tw // mention of unstable home lives, jic) As for the "Susie coming from a bad home" thing, I'm very curious about what's going on with Berdly at home. We already know a little bit about most of the other Deltarune kids' home lives (though with Susie we really only have subtle hints) but with Berdly we practically have nothing. Due to his need for validation (especially from Queen since it really seems like he viewed her as somewhat of a maternal figure) and his desire to stay in the dark world forever, I have a feeling that whatever is going on at home with this kid isn't exactly the healthiest. :'((

I hope we get to learn more about Berdly! I think he can reach his true potential as a character later on, maybe knowing more about his family can help with that

#deltaruneundertale

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beesmygod · 1 year

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Hey just wanted to throw this out re: your split lip: do you know if you’re anemic or not, by any chance. When I was anemic I used to get unhealing split lips/split corner of the mouth constantly and had no idea what was causing it until I got iron infusions and it p much immediately went away and now only comes back if I forget to keep taking iron pills. No way to know if that is what’s up for you or not, just figured it could be worth mentioning jic

i was sure that was at least somewhat related to whats going on but weirdly every time i get blood drawn the results are fine. i have some tests i need the doctor to run when i call them tomorrow :\ i had multiple doctors on different occasions ask me if i had been tested for smth so i guess its time to get it done. not a big deal i think....?????? but it would explain some stuff i guess. ive been going back and forth on naming it or not bc 1. its no ones business 2. it really could just as likely be nothing 3. i-i got a little scared thinking abt it when they said it. but ive had The Lupus Rash for a concerningly long time now and if that what it is then i need to deal with it now and live a mostly normal life than wait until all my organs explode at once

idk part of this is that i was asphyxiating myself daily and once that stopped i started to feel a lot better and have less Symptoms, so now im trying to figure out the rest of the left over problems. which are more mild on a day to day basis, but, you know. now i have to think about this until i can get it dealt with lol.

get a feeling so complicated

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