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watatsumiis · 1 year
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i think foul legacy would give really really good squeezy hugs actually ? He's a very good ambient temperature, always a little cool when it's warm and vice versa, and he's so so careful to be gentle with you and not hurt you - sometimes your hair may stand on end from his excess of electro energy which is kinda funny/a weird sensation. He's big enough to just be able to curl around almost anybody or scoop them up in his big arms. He'll even let you touch his floof if you're good. I'd imagine after the first few times he learns the signs you give off when you need a good squish hug and just wordlessly opens his arms to you and lets out a low raspy hum from somewhere deep in his chest that's not quite a purr but kind of adjacent to one. He'll stay there with you for as long as you need until you're ready to extract yourself from the fuzz and/or armour and face the world once more.
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Why the hell is Al Pacino paying child support at EIGHTY-THREE years old???? His old a$$ should be playing bingo, drinking syrup and dancing to old tunes. What his baby mama did to him is really f*cked up. She deliberately got involved with a man who is on a very delicate age and probably manipulated him in some way so the moment she would get pregnant, she could benefit from his wealth. Al Pacino won't probably live long enough to complete his child support payment because by the time his child turns 18, he will either be 6 ft underground or his ashes will be inside an urn. Let this be a lesson to the men who are fooling around with these chicks at older age and who refuse to get married young because "I still got time as a man". I'm sorry, but age still has an effect on you no matter what, and there is no way a mofo in his damn 80's should be paying CHILD SUPPORT. This whole situation is messy and shady.
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eulchu · 2 years
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in a way we are like the larries in that we were apparently truthing a visa that didnt even exist yet. ok sorry no we're not
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fallenrayvens · 9 months
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hm.. phantomhive twins for blorbo bingo :3c
Oooh I love this prompt ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
I’ll divide between the two of them because while I love them as a concept I have different feelings towards each boy
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As you can see, mr older brother unfortunately did not charm his way into my heart yet. I have thoughts and feelings on Real Ciel’s character about even before he become a zombie, but even though I marked “hate them”, I’m more so suspecting he’s been always an off-putting lil guy. Like his character, but I do wish he will be back to being dead at some point ❤️
And Our Ciel is my favorite little war criminal, I could talk about how he’s so special to me forever so I won’t go further here, but if anyone’s interested I can try to explain both better in more posts!!!
Thank you so much for the ask, @pop-roxs!!!!
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ctntduoarchive · 2 years
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WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME C!DREAM TOOK ALL OF C!TOMMY'S LIVES OR DID I JUST HAVE TO FIND THAT OUT FOR MYSELF???
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emilykaldwen · 7 months
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3 & 4 for the current chapter of Maiden that you're working on?
Oooh current chapter! Mind you I'm on Chapter 11, so a bit ahead of where our publishing schedule is rn!
Talk to Me About the Current WIP I'm Writing
3. Whose your favorite character for this chapter/fic?
This chapter has Abby and Aegon, with moments of Larys, Harrion Karstark (courtesy of @acrossthesestars!! DADDY!), and a big scene with Helaena. Right now though, Abby is just *chef's kiss*
4. Whose is your least favorite character for this chapter/fic?
Aegon's on my shit list right now. Larys is usually number 1 on least favorite by virtue of being Larys, but I just wrote some awful things coming out of Aegon's mouth so we'll see how that goes LMAO
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ceaselessbasher · 7 months
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*man pointing at himself in the mirror meme*
You have made tremendous improvements in your mental health this past year. You are not the same person you used to be. You are going into this with no expectations. None of the possible results from you experimenting with bullet journaling will be labeled as a failure.
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gme-news · 11 months
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i-am-a-fish · 3 months
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I am a gross and vile creature. my body is a foul machine. I have imperfections in spades /pos
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carcinized · 1 year
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ZIMMERMAN REDEEMED HIMSELF WOOOO
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m1d-45 · 1 year
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i’ve reread duality of man so many times, it’s completely captured my brain and i’m literally obsessed with it….. i’m going insane (/pos) imagining how it would feel for childe to learn that he was wrong, he was wrong and if it weren’t for foul legacy, his god would be dead at his hands!! how horrible it would be to learn that the creator trusts foul legacy over him because of his own actions!! FUCK!!!
inversion of fate
a/n: you are so right. target audience. anon is referencing this post.
word count: 1.8k
-> warnings: childe, major spoilers for his lore, imposter au things, it/its pronouns for foul legacy because it’s childe’s perspective
-> gn reader (you/yours)
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x || @esthelily
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childe doesn’t really see foul legacy as much more than an extension of himself, an extra tool he utilizes in the heat of battle, so to be shown that this ‘tool’ was correct? that his bloodlust had blinded him to the one thing that matters??? OUGH
foul legacy’s emotions sort of bleed into his due to the nature of their bond, so he can feel the genuine love that legacy feels for you and it drives him mad. he can tell it’s being genuine, that the claws swiping a strand of hair from your face are only moved by care, and it’s so irritating to him. he has to just sit there and simmer in the adoration from legacy, and he can’t do anything while you’re being so lovingly cared for by a creature of the abyss, only sit in a body he no longer has control over.
when foul legacy finally urges you to stand, he thinks it’s over. he tracks your direction and hears through abyssal ears, following your movement. he’s ready to go the moment that legacy gives up control.
maybe that’s why the moment never comes.
foul legacy closes its eye, spinning quickly to a seemingly random direction. it navigates solely by its own invisible senses, one’s childe’s brain isn’t wired to receive and decode, and he’s stunned into silence.
why is it going through so much trouble to protect you? surely it knows that even if childe isn’t the one, you’ll be caught eventually, right? it has to know that it can’t control his body forever (can it?) and that eventually he’ll get his revenge. it has to.
childe tries to keep himself oriented as best he can, if only to point others in the right direction, but legacy kept stopping to spin and confuse him. it only opened its eye once the sounds of the harbor reached its ears, and even then, childe found himself near the southern end of the harbor, near where the path split to lead up to the golden house.
he’d found you somewhere near luhua pool. he couldn’t tell whether to be impressed or annoyed that legacy managed to get him here so quickly.
standing on shaking legs, childe stumbled into the harbor. maybe it would be wise to get an agent to walk with him: he was always exhausted after a transformation, and this one was more mentally taxing than most.
in the back of his mind, he swears he can hear a satisfied rumble from the devouring deep.
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it was rare that childe received a letter.
folders were common, crossing his desk to report on missions he didn’t order and announce things he didn’t ask about. orders themselves were common enough, ‘letters’ of notice in neat packages, a small box with a map and a card denoting what was to be done. he was familiar with both, as all harbingers were, but an actual letter?
childe spotted the bright blue paper from the moment he stepped into his office, slowly closing the door behind him. as he rounded his desk, he saw the bright gold wax seal shimmered under the light, taunting him from the center of his desk. the room was eerily quiet, the creak from his chair bouncing off the walls and back at him. as he picked up the envelope, the textured paper sparking a memory, the seal suddenly felt a lot more daunting.
the seal of the fatui was also a familiar thing. it was stamped on papers and issued on uniforms, badges and reports embossed with the dark four-pointed star. he had a stamp of it himself, in one of his drawers, though he’d admittedly swapped the usual black ink for a blood red. all the harbingers tended to put their own spin onto their paperwork, usually for ease of filing or to show off. signora had the corners of the seal spiked into flames, licking across orange ink. dottore had his in a variety of shades of blue, wire forming the outer ring.
pantalone had the circles in the star changed to mora.
he flipped it over just to be sure, reading the shining golden scrawl, but the writing in the corner confirmed it was from pantalone, the characteristic cursive ‘regrator’ justifying the weight of the paper. he doubted there was much more than a single page inside; pantalone was always rather concise, even if a touch flowery in the way he did it.
with a sigh, childe turned the envelope back over and fit a nail under the wax, neatly separating it from the textured paper. he pulled the letter out and turned it to the side: only one page, though it felt like three.
a laugh slipped from him. it felt forced. in the back of his mind, foul legacy chittered.
‘shut up,’ he muttered, tossing the empty envelope on his desk.
‘you will not wish for my silence much longer.’
childe paused, a finger under the flap of the folded paper. ‘what does that mean?’
‘what do you think it does?’
he shook off the cryptic response—though it’s been months since he ran into you, it’s been in a mood ever since—and unfolded the letter, beginning to read.
he almost wished he didn’t.
there’s only two paragraphs on the page—succinct as always, he thought numbly—but the paper weighed as much as a mountain in his hands.
it was a letter updating him on the hunt for the imposter. a common source of news for him, who couldn’t personally take part in it due to his foul legacy, but this…
no matter how many times he rereads the cursive scrawl, it refuses to register. the expensive paper wrinkles around where his thumb is pressing into it, his grip tightening with every passing moment in an attempt to combat the shake beginning to set in. the same words glare at him, unchanging, shimmering off the page like an oasis of poison.
he feels legacy crawl out of the cave in his head that it has sealed itself in, finally coming forward into the light of reality that childe is washed in. the abyss stares, inspecting the harsh gleam of truth, the shine that pierces into childe’s eyes and makes them water, the one that doesn’t go away even if he closes them. legacy chitters, almost like a laugh, and the paper finally falls from childe’s hands.
‘we were wrong,’ the paper says.
you were wrong, his mind repeats.
legacy reads the paper, cooing sadly at the news that you’ve been missing ever since zhongli cornered you. you’d slipped away in his shock, and he could feel the way it wanted to chase after you. the barrier between their minds was always rather thin, and he can feel it press against it, the sadness and concern bleeding into him.
legacy pawed at his mind, urging him to let it take over and find you, and childe couldn’t even find humor in the fact that a creature of the abyss was whining at him.
it was his fault. his fault, his, if he had just listened to legacy and to the call in his own heart, if he had stopped and thought like he was told, if he had recognized the fact that legacy would never turn down a fight-
something like pride washed into his mind from legacy but it didn’t register, the overwhelming realization that he’d tried to kill his god driving all thoughts from his mind.
and he would have succeeded were if not for the abyss.
the abyss itself, the liquid poison that clung to his skin and made him dream of stars fallen from the sky, the small part of it that he had to permanently take on to survive, that had been more right than his own mind. the very place known for being bloodthirsty and ruthless, that never turned down a fight and was the first to draw blood, had been kind to you. he should have noticed.
he was wrong. how could he be?
his foul legacy chittered, an equal mix of taunting him and asking to find you.
‘give up,’ it cooed, a bitter edge of false affection around its words. ‘you’ve already done enough.’
he hated that it was right.
he hated that were it not for legacy he would have hurt you further. he hated that he had the gall to try and taunt you, you, the one he’d sworn to devote his life to after he escaped the abyss. you who gave him a form strong enough to handle the devouring deep, you who gave him the strength to stand up and keep on, and he repaid you by hunting you down, claws bared.
and he hated that he would never be able to find you on his own.
‘let me find my god.’
‘my god,’ he weakly replied, but bile quickly rose in his throat. were you? did he even have the privilege of calling himself your follower if the only words he spoke to you were threats? could he call himself faithful when he pressed on after the abyss itself cried for mercy?
‘are you the one they held close?’
childe was going to be sick.
he wasn’t, he wasn’t, he was so awful that you had to turn to the abyss for comfort, his hands were so stained that even the highest of the high recoiled, weapon drawn. you, his light, the one thing that he could always rely on, the sole constant in his life, and he turned his back on you when you needed it most. he had willingly thrown it all away, blindly following a fake that took advantage of his faith. even when all the signs asked him to stop—to think—he had pressed onward, so blinded that a creature of sea and stars could see what he could not.
‘let me find them.’
he stared at his desk, at the work he still had to do, at the letter proclaiming his failure, at the wide window to his left that spanned nearly the entire wall, more than large enough for even his foul legacy, and made a decision.
ajax gave up his body, bitter in the knowledge that the only time he could only see you would be through another’s eyes, and sick in the understanding that it was all his fault.
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the-one-who-lambs · 3 months
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"Propose," for @bamsara
HI YOUR DOODLES INSPIRED ME HERE'S A POETRY ATTACK. rambling below the cut.
At first, the death waltz is a misstep.
A sickening skeletal crack, a shape of an invisible scythe.
Sincerity is too kind a lie, but His sacrosanct
Protection (you think)
Lets you rise once more.
Death cannot keep you, but you would let Him
If he welcomes you.
You only believe what He thinks you should know.
The flames engulf you after the smoke does,
But your soul has nearly shed its corpse when you see them.
You stand in the vast chain-bound sanctuary and breathe
Fully (your lungs don’t remember being choked).
It is the first of a fitful of
Scorn and surprises and bone fingertips pressed against your skin.
He helps you to your feet.
Your heart should not beat here. In the infiniteness of your bosom it awakens.
The very semblance of the jagged-bare flesh
Encircling your neck is an intimacy in itself.
The blissful torment of the swordsman’s blade
Releases (so close to peril)
And He is already in your periphery.
Call it duty. Call it love.
Choose it as the last decision you’ll ever make.
Fate’s a tarot pull. You draw your card with eyes sealed shut.
You are a disgraced, depraved approximation of a person.
The chill of his embrace is warmer than the hands
That build the bonfire. It is in the name of
Someone (you shan’t say who)
And in the ashes of your grief your reflection
Stares back with three eyes.
The temptation to burn yourself seeps out,
Ichor-like. You don’t die tonight, not yet.
A careful drip of poison. The aftertaste of iron
In your mouth: communion seeping into your own goblet.
A moonshine moment of annihilation, however brief
Before (infectious, echoing, comforting)
You bleed out. You hope you die today.
He hopes you die today. It’s an
Ambrosial veil between you.
You slip beneath it with a sweet hello.
It’s never quite intentional until
The myths surrounding Him fall away.
The secrets you keep are shared, kept safe
Until (your reunion, this time, was not quite an accident)
They are intertwined: you are inescapably
Lonely and in your separate spheres
You vie for dominance. It’s a furious, bloodsoaked rendezvous.
It was always He who waited, but you’ll be patient.
He feels you in every dream. You
Stop time with your voices.
It’s His frustration melting away
With your kisses (you’re not there yet)
And makes Him yours, in freedom,
Dependent on nothing nobody you himself
The fetters are invisible but you hear them
Rattling every time your heart beats.
Your breath need not return anymore so you
Relearn to dodge the aim of an arrow, the pierce of a blade.
Living is foul, a promise half-hidden,
Desperate. (It lingers on your tongue.)
Death bound you together. You know how to die.
You have to remind yourself that heaven lays barren.
It will not hold you
Should Death keep you apart.
Get appreciated idiot /pos /lh
So, this was inspired by this post, which was super wholesome and sweet, but I couldn't write this without infusing it with the urgency and anxiety and sense of danger that looms over The Rehabilitation of Death. Bits and pieces of references to your AU are sprinkled in throughout. I hope you (and my readers and your readers as well) enjoy picking apart the themes here!
I actually wrote this live on stream last night! I made sure none of my friends were streaming before I started because I didn't want to miss anyone if someone was already live, but then you started streaming like 10 minutes later and I was like FUCK now I wanna watch you. But after a couple of hours on my new extra-hard CotL save (OUCH), I switched to writing and just... hoped you wouldn't pop in because I wanted this to be a surprise. For most of the writing part of the stream this poem was titled "IF SARA STOPS STREAMING SEND ME A WARNING."
Anyway, we don't usually get to talk more than a couple times per week because we both have Shit To Do, but you are SO FUN to be around and I am so so glad I met you!! Your friendship is a blessing and your creativity is a gift.
Also posted to AO3 as onethirdofimpossible here!
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AITA for asking my RP partners to censor their swearing better? This sounds so dumb because it is. I (17) roleplay on a kids pokemon adoptable site. No swearing is #1 on the rules. I’m fine with this because I really hate swearing myself, even in writing. Most of my rp partners are upper teens because we all have like 0 life and have been on this site for years (2-8) years. I have been on this site since I was 10 so I know the law pretty well. Recently, I’ve been having problems with some of them.
I have brought up my dislike of swearing (Honestly, for the most part I’m fine with reading swears, just I don’t want any of them to be in trouble with the mods) multiple times. Usually in the form of “Hey guys can you censor your swearing more?”
Today though, one character went on a long (albeit dramatic and unneeded) rant, and in it used two swears. Fucking and Bitch. They were censored as such fxcking and bxtch.
I bring this up in the group chat saying “Guys p l e a s e censor your swears a lot more” <— admittedly dramatic, I wanted to get my point since it seemed like they were ignoring me.
One of my partners (17?), the one who posted the rant, questioned how I would like them to censor it, bringing up how the censored swears don’t show up on the foul language filter provided in the rules (it’s known for a while to be faulty, such as saying pony was offensive for containing the German word po).
I told them that I would prefer them to not swear at all (The rules never say that censored swears are allowed), but that if they felt the absolute need for a character to swear (I don’t understand why, but again, I don’t like to swear so I dont get much of a say), to at least censor it in a way it is not instantly recognizable. My line of thinking was things as ****ing, ***hole, et.c.
Two other partners joined in, expressing sadness over not being able to swear (again. This is a chILDRENS SITE.) They all apologized for the swearing but. They’ve done it before. They felt annoyed. The final nail in the coffin was in the next post from the rant charater (directed towards mine) contained: “I'd express the depths of my hurt and anger, but you'd disapprove if the vocabulary it would require.”
My character has no qualms against swearing or foul language. It was a jab directly targeted at me.
So I guess, was I in the wrong? I know it’s a silly situation, but I genuinely don’t want them to get warned or even temp banned for breaking the rules (It’s well known that the mods are kinda crap at doing anything)
Additional info: even though we’re almost adults, it doesnt speak for the intention of the website. For example one of my partners (also one of the swearers) has only recently turned 13. When we first started interacting, they were 11. These are also not the first instances of swearing, but the first instance of what people would consider the bigger swears.
What are these acronyms?
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anakinsgirlfriendreal · 7 months
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Parts Of The Truth
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Chapter Seven
Warnings:18+ mentions of drug abuse, reader has family issues, mature discussions, smut, foul language, infidelity.
It had been a calm couple of weeks; your friendship with Padme was going rather well, you actually looked forward to conversations with her, it scared you how easy lying had become. However, you quelled your conscience by taking comfort in the fact that not everything was a lie; you were just telling her parts of the truth, yeah that's better than nothing you told yourself.
"Okay baby, but no sweets alright and be good for your grandma you copy?" You speak into the phone, Darcy had asked to sleep over at her grandmother's house since two of your younger cousins were staying there, she wanted to play and you were worried about spending the night alone.
Exiting your car, your eyes fall on the figure seated on the steps Infront your house, "baby, mama has to go okay love you." You hung up making your way closer, a worried smile formed on your face, as you register the person to be your sister.
"Grace- I you're out," you took in her appearance, the DOC hoodie proof that at least she didn't escape. She had gone away for seven years on drug charges and every day of those seven you had promised yourself you would go see her; a lie.
She smiled, "yeah...I'm- I'm free."
You smile, "you look really good Grace"
"I feel good, you know...listen when I got released, mom said to give my parole officer this address, it's here or a shelter." She plays with her fingers, a nervous habit you both had.
You took a deep breath, unsure of whether to trust her and also angry that your mother would just volunteer you to babysit your big sister, like your life wasn't stressful enough. You sat next to her on the steps, "Grace- the last time you said you felt good and that you were gonna get better; I found you passed out and in your own vomit on the bathroom floor-"
She cuts you off, "Yeah but this is different, I joined a group, I got a PO- I don't wanna go back to prison okay, you got nothing to worry about."
Running a hand over your face you sigh, "Okay look, I have a life alright, I have a job and a baby- if you fuck this up you're out"
"I know, mom told me, she showed me pictures when she came to visit, Darcy right? She's beautiful." She looked at you, "...I promise, this time is different."
You rest your hand on hers, desperate to believe her, she was troubled yes but she was your sister and she got the shorter end of the stick growing up and you'd always felt guilty about how her life turned out. "Okay. Let's go inside." She leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder for a moment, just like old times.
"You can stay in the guest bedroom, it's the last door down the hall." You shrug your coat off leaving it on the back of the couch.
Grace nods, looking around "This place is amazing, that job must pay well huh"
"Something like that" you give her a tight smile, getting yourself a glass of water, she sits on a stool at the kitchen counter.
"Mom said that you're seeing some rich guy, Darcy's father." She gives you a curious look. Of course your mother would happily air out your business, "who is he?" She looks amused.
You smile, contemplating on whether to tell her, "Uh, his name is Anakin."
Her eyes go wide, "like Skywalker Anakin? Like the one responsible for all those energy plants?"
Your brows furrow, "You know him?"
She scoffs, "The guys like a millionaire and plus we have tv in prison dumbass"
You chuckle, "right."
"So a business man hm? Nice" she raises her brows.
You take a deep breath, "yeah well, we'll see about that."
"What does that mean?"
You hesitate, she tilts her head, "oh come on, you can tell me. I'm your sister"
You sigh, "he's...married"
Her eyes widen and she laughs, "fuck out of here? Are you kidding?" Her eyes scan your face for a hint that you're joking.
"Holy shit" she laughs, sitting back against the stool and folding her arms.
You roll your eyes yet you can't help but smile.
"You know, you were always the luckier one between us, everyone likes you more, our mom, guys, everyone. You're prettier and you're smart, you always were. Now here you are; miss fancy pants."
You look at her, that guilty feeling rising again, she was right. Life had been kinder to you than it was to her, but you figured; she chose the life she was living, she chose to drop out of school, to follow her junkie boyfriend and his friends but then again, like she said; nobody had really cared for her or sheltered her like they did you, she was left on her own and forced to grow up.
"I'm sorry Grace," you mean it.
She breathes in, looking around again, her teasing demeanor returning. "So your oil daddy Anakin, he must love you a shit ton."
You burst out laughing, "Oil daddy??"
She shrugs smiling, "It's true though right? I saw some press conference he did...a few of the COs in prison have the hots for him, he has that kind of educated, smooth charm. So oil daddy is suitable."
You shake your head smiling.
"So the wife, you know her?" She waits for an answer and when you don't give it to her, she dramatically drops her head on the counter and laughs. "Don't tell me you're friends." Of course she knew, she could always read you, since you were both little.
"Alright enough" you wave her off.
She gets up heading towards the guest room, she stops, turning back to you for a moment, "You know I kinda always thought that between the two of us, I'd end up being the one knocked up with no ring."
Her words were harsh yet not surprising. You had expected her to harbour some bitter feelings towards you, whether she said it or not, she felt like you owed her, for stealing a life that might have been better were you not born at all.
An hour later Anakin stopped by, not to check on Darcy but you, he knew she was at her grandma's and he just wanted to make sure you were alone no undesired company. You watched as he looked around the house, an annoyed expression on your face. "What you worried I'll cheat on you? Wonder where that fear came from."
He chuckles, "That's funny. Who's ove-"
"Ah, I thought I heard voices" your sister interrupts, you watch as she introduces herself to him, wearing your clothes; your tank top and your shorts, she smiles at him. "You're a lot more handsome in person than on tv"
Your brows furrow, your tongue poking your cheek, thumb squeezed in your palm, what is she trying to do right now, you think. He looks at her, that stupid smirk on his lips, "You're too sweet" he smiles, the same smile he gives you when he's trying to charm his way into your pants for the millionth time. You resist the urge to slap him across the face; why are you even jealous right now? Like he wasn't married when you met him.
You watched as he entertained her for the next hour, the way she practically threw herself at him, laughing at his jokes which you could bet your life she didn't get, the way she leaned in, 'intrigued' as he went on about business. When she decided to call it a night and head to bed, you stomped to your bedroom like a spoilt child. Stripping down and getting into your pjs you try to slam in the dresser drawers but the damn rollers had other plans. You huff climbing into bed not saying anything to him for a moment, you roll over looking at him, he was all smug, leaning against the doorway, brows raised, clearly amused by your antics. "You look like an idiot," mentally you ridicule yourself for the weak insult, he chuckles, walking towards the bed, he shrugs off the jacket of his suit, and lays next to you, kissing your cheek. You push his face away turning your back to him.
"why don't you go kiss her and built her a house and get her pregnant and control her life" you realize how stupid and jealous you were being but it doesn't stop you. He laughs, pulling you on your back, positioning himself over you.
He shrugs, "I don't know, she not really my type." You see the amusement in his eyes, a small smile forming on your lips.
"You're an ass"
He nods, "so people keep saying." He's quiet for a moment, his hand coming to brush stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear. "I'm not interested in your sister." He undoes he first button of your pajama top, placing a kiss between the valley of your breast.
"Well she's interested in you" you say, testing him. You were almost certain you weren't his only, and you hate to say the word but mistress.
"I don't care," he undoes another button and another. "It's you for me," he kisses over your breast.
"And Padme?" You ask.
He bites the top of your breast a bit hard and you gasp, swatting him away.
"I don't wanna talk about her, not right now, not when I'm with you." He kisses your lips, hungrily, pressing himself into you, he dips his head down, pressing a kiss to your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume mixed with your lotion. "Not when you're so beautiful," he whispers, his hand creeping into your shorts pulling them down and pushing your panties aside, you moan when his finger grazes over your soaked cunt. "Not when you're so wet, so ready for me. Always ready for me," he kisses you again, his finger dipping past your folds, pumping into you slowly before he adds another, your eyes flutter shut, a needy moan leaving your lips. He trails kisses down your body, sucking hickies on your breasts and down your stomach. He plants kisses on your thighs, slowly making his way to where you needed him most, he looks up at you, his eyes soft, a mischievous glint in them, just as his lips ghost your glistening your heat, his phone rings. You groan throwing your head back.
"you have to be fucking kidding me."
He pulls away, and you whine. He presses the phone to his ear. "Hey honey." Of course it's Padme, his voice is calm and steady like he wasn't just about to bury his face in your pussy. You watch in horror as he adjusts his shirt, fixing his tie and putting his jacket back on. "I'm sorry sweetie, it completely slipped me, I'm on my way." He hangs up.
You look at him, mouth opened about to protest, "what? No where are you going?"
"I'm sorry baby, Padme and I were supposed to have dinner with friends, and I'm late." He kisses your head. "I'll make it up later"
You watch as he exits the bedroom, groaning into the pillow when you hear the front door downstairs slam.
"I see why you like him." Grace's voice fills your ears, she standing in your doorway. You look at her, puzzled; what's that supposed to mean.
"Sucks he has a wife," She retreats down the hall and into your guest room.
You take a deep breath, think about her words. There's no way, she'd try to get with him, there's no way she'd sabotage you right; tell Padme? No she doesn't even know her.
Pulling the covers to your chest, you roll on your side, closing your eyes you tell yourself that your sister would never hurt you, because that was the only way you'd get any sleep.
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anantaru · 5 days
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HELLO this is aventurine spanking anon again o/
"how's family? How's khaenriah?" is FOUL LMAO (/pos)
Yoru for next rank 1 harbinger 🙏
i'm taking over pierro's spot as we speak, capitano can keep rank 1 🙄 if he must
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brittle-doughie · 2 years
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Brittle-Doughie’s Main Page
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Heya! The name is Brittle, I go by he/him and I’m a writer for a bunch of things Cookie Run, you’ll probably find me on the Cookie Wars with the various stuff I put out on the tag! Welcome!
[Request Box: Open!]
MASTERLIST #2 >>> HERE
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[Guidelines]
Gender neutral readers are my way to go, so everyone can enjoy my fics! :D (This will always be the case unless the fic states otherwise)
The type of writings can vary, which could be either be headcanons, one-shots, etc etc. Whatever I feel like works best for the time.
The main fandom I write for is Cookie Run! Whether it be Wars, Ovenbreak, or even Kingdom!
Angst, fluff, yandere cookies, it’s all good with me!
My blacklist is fairly standard with a bunch of NSFW or MAJORLY cursed stuff not allowed. (Pedophilla, Incest, scat, etc etc)
Also, please keep your asks short and simple. Paragraph long ones just make my brain silly.
[Masterlist #1]
Ovenbreak/Kingdom
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The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar V1.5
I’ll Miss You (Ancient Cookies)
Downstream Part 1 (Affogato Cookie)
Group Findings (Cauliflower and Peperoncino Cookie)
From Afar (Croissant, Lime, and Sour Belt)
A Jammed Heart (Original Cookie Character)
A Forced Hand (Ancient Cookies)
Y/N Cookie Blurbs (Various Cookies)
A Very Much Invited Guest (Hollyberry Kingdom)
Pet Times (Carrot, Cheesecake, and Baguette Cookie)
Duel of Hearts (White Choco and Rose Cookie)
Tales of Sweetness (Valentine’s Day Special)
Fashion Week 2?
Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to (Carrot, Beet, Spinach, Rambutan Cookie)
Costume Concepts
Ya Like Raisin Buns? (Black Raisin Cookie)
Star of the Industry (Popping Candy, DJ, Rockstar, Parfait, and Shining Glitter Cookie)
Even More Heartbreak (Black Pearl Cookie)
Antagonized
But the Dance is Today! (Hollyberry Kingdom)
Undeserving (Affogato Disciples, Dark Cacao, Adventurer, Captain Ice Cookie)
Anguish Before Matrimony (Pure Vanilla and White Lily Cookie)
No Dice (Ancient Cookies)
At Your Beck and Call (Pearl Legion/Custard Soldiers)
No Deed Goes Unnoticed (Dark Cacao Kingdom)
Milky Way Cookie Blurb
Eternity (Snow Sugar Cookie)
The Serenity or the Charismatic (Pure Vanilla v. Clotted Cream Cookie)
House is Where the Heart Is (Raspberry Mousse Cookie)
Chaos and Control (Twizzly Gang)
A Handycookie’s Expertise (Time Balance Department)
Good Day for Walks (Pure Vanilla Cookie)
Fish in a Barrel (Affogato Cookie)
Spared No Expense 1.5 (Cheesecake Cookie)
Coworkers Delight (Maple Taffy Cookie)
Memories
Sands of the Sale (Yogurt Cream Cookie)
Two Sides of a Coin (Hollyberry Cookie x Male Reader)
Face the Music! (B.A.D 4)
Seize the Spin
Foul Play (Cherry Stars)
Molded, Battered, Whole (The Five Dragons)
In a Heartbeat (Pink Choco Cookie)
From the Brink
What If: In Your Name
When the Jingle Bells Rock (Christmas Special)
The Flipside
Spared No Expense (Cheesecake Cookie)
For Their Majesty (Amber Sugar Cookie)
Speak of the Tree (Millennial Tree Cookie, Churro Cookie)
The Deal with Ancients
Bake It till You Make It
Polar Opposites (Timekeeper Cookie)
A Phenomenal Photo
Let Me Be Your Relay Cookie
A Tune for You (Vagabond Cookie)
Real Y/N Cookie Birthday Hours
Missing You
Sunrises (Missing You Alt)
The Face of the Future (Director Croissant, Stringy Gummy, Ephemeral Flow Timekeeper)
The Spooky Cookie Tapes
The Deal with Dragons (The 5 Dragons)
The Thrill or The Peace (Adventurer Cookie v. Blackberry Cookie)
Marketplace Ruckus (Hollyberrian Marketplace)
Time Travel, Woo! (Croissant Cookie)
Biggest Fans (Cherry Stars)
The Idol and the DJ (DJ Cookie)
The TBD’s Handycookie (Time Balance Department)
The Apple in this Doctor’s Eye (Dr. Bones Cookie
Heartbreak (Kumiho Cookie)
Pizza’s Here (Pizza Cookie)
The Beloved of Duskgloom Sea (Black Pearl Cookie)
Picnic Time (Cherry Blossom Cookie)
The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar (Various Cookies)
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Wars/Jellywalker AU
[Q: Question based. Though some questions do evolve into full on fics.]
Heart of the Horde
Protectors of the Horde’s Heart
Death of the Heart
The Starved Heart
Heart Amongst Legends
Recollection 1 (White Ghost Cookie, Vagabond Cookie, Cream Unicorn Cookie)
Recollection 2 (Financier Cookie, Vampire Cookie, Dark Choco Cookie)
Recollection 3 (Infected TBD)
Wandering
Wandering #2
Gift Mode | Keeping Quiet | Little Ones | Wandering Part 3 (Jellywalker AU)
The News Gets to Them (Walker AU. Sorbet Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Black Garlic Cookie)
The News Gets to Them #2 (Walker AU. Lilybell Cookie, Choco Ball Cookie, Poison Mushroom Cookie)
Q: Various Cookies as Walkers
Q: Various Cookies as Walkers #2
Q: Bosses and You!
Q: Guard Duty (Jellywalker Knight Cookie)
Q: If Y/N Died
Q: Would The Dragons Help?
Q: How did Y/N get infected?
Q: Y/N Captured
Q: Shared Emotion of Y/N Cookie and the Horde
Q: Showoffs of the Horde (Fire Spirit Cookie, Cinnamon Cookie, Skating Queen Cookie)
Q: If Y/N was cured?
Q: Argument Amongst the Horde
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