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salty-an-disco · 2 months
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This is the story of a man named– wait… you’re not Stanley! And this isn’t–
Hmmm. Well, this is awkward. Wouldn’t you know about a man named Stanley? Works in an office, likes to push buttons– No?
Oh, well, while this isn’t my usual script, it does seem that there is a story to be found here. Isn’t that nice? Oh, and would you look at that– It seems like you’re the hero of it! How fun!
OK, let’s see–
You’re on a path in the woods. And at the ending of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess.
You’re here to slay her. If you don’t, it’ll be the end of the world.
Oooohh, concise, but immediately intriguing. With a nice twist of expected roles. I like it!
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discountscoobyart · 1 year
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All he sees is Reki. Reki’s hair, the way it’s all messy after dancing around, and drinking, and pushing it out of his face.
“Langa…”
Reki’s eyes and how they look up at him; questioning.“It’s okay.”
Reki’s nose, how it’s sprinkled with freckles.
“We don’t have to prove anything.”
Reki’s lips–
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sallertiafabrica · 3 months
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Baked Treats Are Good for Morale
Ladybug is pretty sure she’d recognize Chat Noir right away, even without the glamour. And she bets on it.
In school, Marinette bumps into a kid with a prosthetic leg much like Chat Noir. What a coincidence! The coincidences continue as they both seem to get an interest in baking around the same time…
(Ao3 link)
This fic is my secret santa gift for @kronehaze!! Happy (belated) Holidays friend! <3
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salsdemonposting · 8 months
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Echoes Chapter 2: Lost and Found
Ray gives this Emma some context for her previous life before meeting with Gilda and Phil.
(Ao3 link)
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salthien · 1 year
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in the aftermath of the first* election, the hades tigers (refuse to fully) acknowledge the elephant in the room.
new tigers, same ominous plot relevance! i love them all so much they’re going to have such a terrible time next season, i’m sure of it.
this is my first publicly-posted blaseball fic please be nice to me.
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Bound by Blood(Yandere!Emmet& Ingo/not blankshipping)
Characters: Ingo, Emmet
Warnings: possessive behavior, yandere, co-dependent realtionship
A/N: my first Submas fic and it’s yandere! Emmet. This relationship is strictly familial but extremely unhealthy.
A white gloved hand clenched and its owner ducked behind a bush, heart racing and anger flushed across his cheeks. How dare Ingo... Emmet shook his head and ran a hand over his face as he let out a soft chuckle lacking any warmth as he crept away to steady his emotions that were threatening to spill over. It was their day off and usually Ingo would accompany Emmet around Nimbasa City, but today he declined, stating he had an important meeting to go to. The younger twin was beside himself with shock. Ingo...didn’t want to hang with him? The very idea was unfathomable to Emmet and didn’t settle well with him, so he took it upon himself to eavesdrop to find out hints before following his brother anyway.
The sight that greeted him took his breath away. Ingo was sitting on a bench when a woman sat down beside him and brought him into conversation, both laughing at something the other said as Emmet felt the jealousy burn hotter than an Emboar’s flame. Once he distanced himself, he went back to their shared apartment and locked the door before sinking to his knees and cried softly, soon falling asleep in the entryway, tear tracks dried on his face, which was where Ingo found him when he came home, nearly stumbling over him. ‘Emmet...ah. He fell asleep again.’ the elder mused as he knelt down and gently shook the younger, Emmet letting out a small noise of protest before grey locked with identical grey. “Ingo...” he murmured as he allowed his older brother to help him up and lead them to their shared room and sat them both on the bed.
“You’ve been crying, Emmet.” Ingo murmured as he drew his brother into a hug, an action the younger immediately returned as he rested his head on ingo’s shoulder. “I felt lonely today, is all.” he remarked as guilt blossomed in Ingo’s chest. They almost never deviated from their usual routine, so he can only imagine how disoriented Emmet was today. “My apologies Emmet. I was meeting with the station head from Aniville Town about repairs to the railway and...I suppose it slipped my mind.” Emmet only pouted and clung onto his brother tighter. It was silent until a gentle hand ran through Emmet’s hair and he sighed at the familiar touch as Ingo started to sing softly before he slowly fell asleep
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yandere-multiverse · 2 years
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A lil something for @barbarosgirl
Ship: Y!Vito/Henry
Warnings: stalking, unhealthy behaviors, blood and blades
Vito stepped back and let out a crooked smile as he admired his handiwork. On the wall in his current safehouse was a peg board with pushpins and strings connecting them with various pictures of Henry strategically placed. He let out a shaky laugh and wiped the tears from his face and stroked over the picture reverently before turning around to dig through the drawers and pulled out one of Henry’s gaudy ties and rubbed it against his cheek.
When Vito first met Henry, he knew automatically he would have it bad for the older man. While he has gotten around EC due to his… penchant for older men, Henry was different and Vito couldn’t tell you in what way, just that the man’s deep voice and confident demeanor struck something in the younger man and he wanted more of it.
It started out harmless at first, opting to stand closer to Henry or referring to him before anyone else for advice but slowly Henry was all on Vito’s mind and he started to grow obsessive(not that he would admit that)and clingy that he had to physically distance himself so he wouldn’t do anything stupid.
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Henry struggled in his bindings and tried to shake the blindfold off, with no luck, head throbbing. He was on his way to the diner to meet up with Eddie, but somewhere along the way, got himself kidnapped and tied who-knows-where. He ears strain to pick any noise and silently cheered when he heard footsteps, but when the blindfold was taken away and he was staring into the deep blue eyes of Vito, his confusion only rose.
“Vito? What the fuck’s going on? And why are you covered in blood?” Vito only smiled and walked towards his old army trunk and dug through it as Henry’s apprehension only grew. “Too many people Henry. I’ve lost…so much over the years and at first I thought I was cursed but… I realized that it wasn’t all me. Do I feel bad? It depends, but I more or less was doing what I was told, but the people… I refuse to let you leave me. I’ll kill you then myself if I have to.” he explained as he stroked down Henry’s cheek and gazed into his grey eyes with a lovesick gleam in his own.
“V-Vito, what the hell-“ Henry started but was immediately silenced by Vito kissing him on the lips. “You’re mine Henry. MINE! I-I don’t care who I have to slaughter to keep you with me but- I’ll be so good to you. I’ll treat you right, let you use me like the cumdump I am. If you wanna hit me, then go for it. I-I’ll do anything for you.” he pleaded as the younger felt tears well up and he clung on tighter to a horrified Henry. “Just don’t leave me… I’ve had too many people leave and..it hurts. It scares me…”
Henry was silent before letting out a sigh and closed his eyes as Vito laid more wet kisses to his face and neck.
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tommykinard6 · 10 days
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Should I be eating and resting? Yes. Am I? No, so come join me for a dissertation on Tommy Kinard being lonely.
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Edit to add a note since I saw a reblog about it: Tommy has no canonical age right now and Lou is 39, 40 later this year, so that is my basis for saying he’s 39.
Now when I say lonely, I don’t mean that he has no one whatsoever. I can picture him going for drinks with his team or having some Muay Thai buddies that he could call up if he really was inclined. Maybe an old army buddy or two.
But there’s something about Tommy that’s just achingly lonely, both when he was at the 118 and now at Harbor.
Tommy had a broken home, or some other kind of unstable childhood. Maybe his parents split, maybe he was mistreated, maybe he was in the system or was passed around family members. Maybe he was isolated as a child because he was a little overweight (I think Lou said something along those lines) and was bullied. I think Tommy didn’t really have any friends until high school, when puberty hit and maybe he started working out and probably joined the football team. I don’t know if anyone remembers what teenage boys are like, but I can imagine they were the same as they are today back in the 90s/early 00’s. Because around this time, Tommy might’ve started to realize that something was very different about him.
Now this isn’t a meta about how I think Tommy dealt with his sexuality (maybe I’ll do one of those later) but I think he never would’ve risked his football friends knowing even if he himself could acknowledge it, which I doubt. So he messed around, got in trouble with these guys, hung out with the bros, and pretended to be interested in girl talk.
Of course, eventually, his buddies all got girlfriends and he was always the odd one out again.
He didn’t do college. The army was his next step. And I feel like this might have been the first time in his life he wasn’t lonely. He’d learned to blend in by this point and he worked with some great people. But as he started making real friends for the first time, he also started losing them as the war tore them away.
Tommy left the army and joined the fire department. There was an aching hole where the camaraderie of the army had filled previously and with no education beyond a high school diploma, Tommy thought the fire department would replicate that. Not the police though. He’d had enough of guns.
(And ohhhh now so many ideas on his thoughts during the sniper)
But he ended up at the 118 and quickly realized that his team had maybe more of a DADT stance than the army. He realized that he had to put on an elaborate act to fool his fellow firefighters, who had more time on their hands and more prejudice they were willing to wield to pick apart his life. Tommy, who maybe had only just started to acknowledge he felt differently about guys with less panic than before, had no choice but to backslide. He acted and acted and crafted a person he wasn’t until the day that maybe he was. Sal was his closest buddy at the 118 and Tommy had no doubt that Sal would be one of the first to make his life hell. Gerrard seemed to look at Tommy as some sort of mentee. Boxed in by two notorious bigots, Tommy had never felt more claustrophobically alone.
Chim was the first one to reach out a hand of friendship, or at least the first one that didn’t come with caution tape, but he was also an “other” and Tommy, who was confused and afraid and had just had his captain call his bluff on his fake girlfriend, lashed out. Then he allowed Chim in and Chim wasn’t interested in being besties but he was a great drinking buddy and movie buddy and Tommy felt safest around him.
Then Hen came and Tommy watched her get the same treatment he was afraid of. Not that he had to worry about the racism, and he was aware of the privilege, but Hen didn’t exactly hide herself and he watched them bully his lesbian coworker. He let himself get pulled into it all and hated himself for it, but was too cowardly to break away from it. He wasn’t sure why Hen had forgiven him, but she became the only other person on shift he felt even a little safe around other than Howie. But then Chimney and Hen became best friends and Tommy fell to the wayside. They still included him, sure, but they were always a pair and there was something there that Tommy didn’t know but longed for. A closeness he’d never felt.
A best friend. A juvenile idea to him, but one he’d never truly had.
Then Gerrard was gone and Sal got transferred and the 118 moved forward under Captain Nash, but Tommy felt left behind, even in what was the most united A shift team yet. Because he was over 30 and was starting to be unable to ignore everything that he’d had to hide under Gerrard, as he no longer had a distraction from it.
He’d been a pilot in the army, so he transferred to Harbor. And Harbor was great. He wasn’t best buds with anyone (he was starting to think that was never in the cards for him) but his team didn’t carry the same baggage that the 118 had.
So Tommy started to come to terms with himself. He started to date for the first time and came out to his team. And he had several boyfriends, but most couldn’t handle the job or his baggage or the desperate need he had to be wanted. His most long term partner cheated and the one he fell hardest for couldn’t deal when Tommy was injured on the job. Even within his own relationships, he felt like he was destined to stand alone.
Tommy was 39 years old and alone, as always, when Chimney walked back into his life, dragging an adorable and also extremely hot blonde and a stoic brunette that radiated ex military in a way only ex military could know. And then Hen was there and they were trying to rescue their captain and his wife and they clearly loved each other fiercely and like family.
And as Tommy listened, flying through the remnants of a cat 5 hurricane, he thought to himself that he should’ve never left. Simply just never found himself if only that meant being part of the family the 118 was now. However, he knew deep down that he still would’ve been alone and on the outside.
And they rescued the survivors and Tommy thought that was it but then Eddie wanted to hang out. And they liked the same things and had similar experiences and Tommy couldn’t help the hope. Because the loneliness had grown stifling and now he could breathe a little. And then Evan, the cute blonde, wanted a tour of the hanger and he thought that maybe he was being hit on.
And then at the end of it all, Tommy was left realizing that he’d wedged himself between two best friends and that was what happened when he allowed himself to hope. So he went to Evan to apologize. He would get Evan and Eddie to talk to each other and then would fade into the background.
But then Evan was sweet and apologetic and told him that he was part of the 118 family simply by helping them. Tommy couldn’t help it. Here he was, at 39, with a little boy still waiting inside of him to be soothed. And Evan was hot and sweet and Tommy couldn’t help himself.
And he really liked Evan. Evan was adorable. But their first date didn’t go as planned and Tommy knew he was already whipped. So he removed himself before someone could get hurt. Evan deserved better and so did he, even if the loneliness was stifling again.
But then Evan texted him and looked at him with sparkling blue eyes over too sweet coffee and wanted him. Him. He wanted Tommy and to have something with Tommy and he wanted him to come to his sister’s wedding with him.
And Tommy looked at him and saw someone who could finally fill the ache he’d felt his whole life. He saw a man who he knew he wanted to take a chance with. All he had to do was jump.
And he did.
And it wasn’t solved, not immediately and never fully. Too many wounds were left gaping for too long to ever heal. But for the first time in his life, at 39, with the 118 surrounding him and Buck as the sunshine at his side, Tommy finally felt at peace.
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franeridart · 5 months
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The Housecat Philosophy - Ep 37
Ep 00 || < Prev || Next >
Read the next four episodes on Patreon || support me on ko-fi~✨
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marycorcaroli · 6 months
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sally will kiss your whole face when you feel depressed, his gentle palms go around your cheeks and with his thumb stroking one of them he looks at you with a look full of love and support. sal takes off his mask only next to you to show you how much he trusts you and is not afraid to be himself, he doesn't care about others but you are his universe and he wants you to know how beautiful you are in his eyes and how much he wants to be with you. he gently brings his lips to yours and gives you a gentle kiss where he gives you all his love and then hugs you tightly, you are his sun and moon, he intends to show you how bright you shine and how much you light the way for others.
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salty-an-disco · 2 months
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Thinking about the mirror
How much it scares the voice. How the Narrator can’t see it
Thinking about self-reflection
How scary it can be, to pick yourself apart and look at all your pieces individually. How necessary it is, if you want to know yourself
How to reflect, you need to be able to percieve. An Echo can’t perceive
How once you touch it, it’s just You and Her, on top of the cabin. Reflecting your own pieces at each other. Getting to know each other
It’s calm. It’s peaceful. Both your minds are quieter. You can rest, you can reflect
Just You and Her. Two being that only came into existence. Two beings that barely know themselves or each other. Two beings that recognized themselves on each other
The current route ended. You saw yourself; you’ve grown, you decayed, you unraveled, you became nothing at all
Time to reflect
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discountscoobyart · 1 year
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my fake dating office au is now finished and up on ao3!!
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ecoamerica · 25 days
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sallertiafabrica · 1 year
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Trickster|Teen and Up Audiences|54 Chapters|+130k words
As Marinette, she already lost. As Ladybug, she couldn’t afford to lose. So when a Trickster offered a hand in exchange for the foxtail pendant he already took, she couldn’t afford to lose it.
OR:
Ladybug loses the Fox Miraculous. Félix Culpa finds it. Trickeries ensue.
I wanted to do a cover for this fic for forever, and since its 2nd birthday is coming soon, it felt as good time as any to get around to it.
A Felinette slow burn that also focuses on developing other friendships. Some mild salt (more on the writing itself than any characters in specific, it was my goal to treat each character as fairly as I could and give them the proper development; not forgetting or exaggerating their flaws, but treating them as– well. flaws). The canon lore and timeline is mine to do however I wish (AKA, don’t expect me to abide to any of canon’s rules, by the ending of this fic, everything has been recontextualized).
Oh, and note: Tricky is a version of PV Félix with OC parents and his own, original, backstory. His similarities to GDV start and end with the fact they’re both Adrien’s cousins.
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salsdemonposting · 8 months
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Been doing a lot of TPN stuff recently, so might as well do a sideblog dedicated to it–
Sup! I’m Sal (they/he), a writer and drawer. My main artblog is @sallertiafabrica (mostly post Ladybug PV there), but I’ll be posting my TPN-related stuff here to keep things organized.
The plotbunny that pushed me over the edge of hyperfixation is a slightly different take on the Wish (it still involves erasing Emma’s memories, I just went about it in a different way) and a rework on how the human world works to make it more like our own world, since I think that offers more interesting narrative opportunities for the kinda challenges the kids went through.
Fics on this AU (the underlined words are links):
Missing Connection - My version of Emma’s first few days in the human world + how I recontextualized the Wish
The hippocampus is where events in your life are stored. All the previous experiences that shape you. When you need something recalled, it is set into action, and the memory travels to your frontal cortex.
But what happens when that connection is severed?
Dear Old Me - Emma’s two years with Alex, told through diary entries addressed to different versions of herself (either her “Future Me” that might lost her memories again, or her “Old Me” as she wonders who that was)
A girl without memories writes to her other selves about her life.
And of course, the multi-chapter I’ve been wanting to write since this idea first popped into my head:
Echoes - Kind of a fix-it post-canon fic (since I Didn’t Like how it was executed at all lol). I’m just taking the basic concept of “Emma lost her memories and it took two years for the others to find her”, injecting in lots of identity issues, trauma, and grief, and running with it. Also, this’ll go rayemma cuz I’m very biased, but I also plan on focusing on others’ relationships and how everyone’ll cope with the situation.
After two years of tireless searching, Emma is found in the middle of a marketplace of a nowhere town. Except, she isn’t quite the same Emma anymore.
This’ all for my pinned post, I guess. So– ye
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Season 1 | Oswald + The Dons
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10: Neck Kiss
Ship: Tommy/Sam/Paulie
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Sam had a sensitive neck and he hated it because his two boyfriends would use every opportunity to make him a whimpering mess. Right now he was sandwiched between the two with flushed cheeks and tented suit pants, needy moans leaving his plush lips. Tommy kissed and bit on one side while Paulie attacked the other, occasionally pulling away to press their own lips together.
“You make such pretty noises, baby girl. Be good for us and make some more.” Paulie taunted as Sam obliged, breathing getting heavier as the wet spot in his pants grew and two different hands started to massage and grope his clothed erection. Right on the verge, Tommy and Paulie press down one more time and bite harshly onto either side of Sam’s neck as he came so hard, he was barely coherent when the stream died down.
His partners finally pulled away and smirked at the two large hickies on either side of his neck and bring him into a chaste kiss as they continue to massage his spent member, Sam letting out moans again.
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