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shortestattentionspan-blog · 3 days

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I'm late to the party but we're BACK BABYYYY

#frostpunk #frostpunk 2 #new discord avatar #fanart #procreate #digital painting #oilpunk ig #lmao #hype train

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shortestattentionspan-blog · 7 days

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Too Sweet For Me

I take my whiskey neat,

My coffee black and my bed at three’

You’re too sweet for me -Hozier

You knock back a shot of whiskey as you watch your Captain Mactavish laugh around a table. Your eyes recorded every detail it could, the scruffy beard that complemented his face so well. You couldn’t help but be entranced.

Your heart ached as you saw his lips curl upward in a smile.

Gripping your glass tighter, you ask the bartender over the counter for another shot.

——-

You turned in your bed, your dreams plagued with limerence for Mactavish. You dreamed of him in almost perfect detail…It caused you as much pain as it did euphoria.

You woke up with a cold sweat in your quarters. You carefully shuffle out of your bed, trying not to wake your bunkmate.

You shuffle out to the balcony to catch your breath. You feel for the crushed cigarette box in your pocket and light one for yourself, taking a deep draw of nicotine and letting it out into the freezing night air.

You couldn’t help yourself when you choked down a lump that started to form in your throat.

The tears followed soon after.

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“You better forget about Mactavish.”

You jumped, surprised at the remark.

“Why…Sir?”

The General put a hand on your shoulder. The expression on his face almost resembled pity.

“Trust me.”

He slid you a couple of bucks, placing it in your palm.

“Get yourself a drink tonight.”

——-

You look through your sight, taking in Mactavish. He looked as determined as ever.

You had let your limerence boil..You were sure you had forgotten about him, but some admiration for him remained. You wondered how you caught feelings for him over the course of your career..and thought how badly it would have ended for the both of you if you’d gotten together. You gritted your teeth, frustrated at your train of thought and hated how much pain it caused you when you determined it was best to keep a distance from him.

Frustration boiled over to anger as you pulled the trigger.

#soap x y/n #soap x reader #captain mactavish #cod mw3 #cod 2009 #angst #brain worms #inspired by song #you’re too sweet for me #i take my whiskey neat #reader insert #oneshot #i love writing angst

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shortestattentionspan-blog · 11 days

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it’s the artblock cat

I’m naming him the artblock cat

Send help

#cat #cat art #cat shitposts #help #artblock is killing me #please help #send help #cat illustration #digital art

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shortestattentionspan-blog · 13 days

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End of year Finals are beating my ass

Post soon

Maybe

#finals #help #i’m tired #mentally fucked #so tired #heeeelp

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shortestattentionspan-blog · 18 days

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originally a April fools thing

I remembered I had written more stuff

this has little to do with the cancelled game this is just me expanding on the concept of patriots with a self insert character

Some important notes

-Protagonist is supposed to be a stand in for the reader

-Story is supposed to be a exploration of the “powerful self insert” trope

-not so much a revenge fantasy more like “power corrupts”. M/C is powerful but they are no exception to this rule.

-protagonist tries to justify what they’re doing in their head

-protagonist is the element that pushes the story forward

#fanart #procreate #rainbow six siege #rainbow six x reader #rainbow six fanart #mary sue ish #Full document in description #april fools 2024

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shortestattentionspan-blog · 27 days

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Please do also consider donating. The work UNRWA does is quite important, especially now.

Hey y'all, @nyaskitten made a post about remembering to press this button for Palestine to fundraise for UNRWA once a day! You can go on incognito to click again, or a different browser. I know they made that post but it looks like it's being circulated less/losing traction so I'm posting here because I know I have a decently large following. Set a reminder, it's easy. It's also free for you!

#unrwa #fundraising #free gaza #unrwa funding

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shortestattentionspan-blog · 1 month

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I didnt think the picture would be this old. The color’s faded.

“I thought inked pictures became obsolete.”

Not in certain parts of the galaxy. Color printers still do exist on the fringe. Sometimes as vintage machines, collectibles. I think this would fetch for quite a high price. Maybe some eccentric collector would be interested in this.

“You’re not going to keep it?”

#swtor #swtorart #drabble #swtor sith warrior #sith oc #its a big galaxy you’ll find stuff #headcanon #my fanart

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shortestattentionspan-blog · 1 month

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"No man nor woman could stand alone."

The past couple of months had been a fruitless search for identity. For a place to call her own. She didn't just want to be the Emperor's wrath, she wanted more. More forbidden knowledge, more dark spells. She could venture into the dark caverns of Korriban and not come out for days.

More. Like viral sickness that takes and demands more. It was a monstrous, almost painful yearning. Like the lightsaber at her belt, brimming with hateful energy that had stacked mountains worth of bodies as she sailed across the galaxy at Baras's whims. It had always wanted more.

She had even dreamed of herself, bleeding Sith doctrine into her worn and ragged skin in a dark fit of insanity as her hands bled from shattered glass.

No amount of rehabilitation, no amount of time in bacta or meditation would save her from the dark, dark pit she had dug herself, she felt.

It felt so good.

Sith Acolyte? Fanatic?

So many possibilities.

(I took a bit of inspiration from Dune for the face tattoos)

#swtor sith warrior #dark side #oc fanfiction #swtor fanfiction #drabble #fluff #some more writing #my oc is being driven insane #dark side is a sickness to her #creative writing

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shortestattentionspan-blog · 1 month

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*The tip of a blade she could feel, almost sense by the tip of her hairs even though it did not touch her skin. It started to crackle with energy as the hand that wielded the blade lunged for her*

“Drop the knife.”

*The blade clattered on the steel floor. The assassin choked in surprise as he found himself unable to move.*

*She turned around to face him. He parted his lips as if to speak-*

“Silence.”