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Mission Failed

Simon “Ghost” Riley x M!Reader x John “Soap” MacTavish

Last Edited: 17/03/2023

TW: slight angst, foul language, violence, blood, gore, gunshot wound, death mention

@denzellovehazelnuts: Hi! hope you have a good day! Can you do a poly "Ghost x male reader x Soap" (if you comfortable writing poly relationship) with slow burn, angst and fluff at the end? Where Ghost and Soap already in a relationship until the reader came into their team The two male thought the reader wasn't talkative around people but few weeks later, things change at first Ghost seems interesting in the male skill using gun and how fast he can run and Soap like the male sense of humour. Both of them thought it only a friendship type of things. Until the male save Ghost from the enemy on the battlefield and him laughing at Soap jokes. That when the two males known what happen to them, they weren't sure if M/n would comfortable in a relationship with them, so they start doing small things for him like making coffee or helping training,.. And M/n notice it, he even started to fall for the both of them. But he keep denying the things they did for him because he thought that what friend do. and M/n don't think he is ready for a new relationship, he wasn't sure he is good enough for them (the male got trauma from the previous relationships) (more angst please, I would like to suffer for a little bit) (・∀・) After a while, the three of them got into a mission together, everything went good until the male got shot. He thought he going to be de@d soon (only to find out that he only got shot at his leg) so M/n confessed how he feel about the two of them. (andddd I don't know what to do with the ending cause I'm ran out of idea. I would want to see how the treated each other when got into a relationship. Sorry about the grammar, English isn't my first language)

Word Count: 2,654

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Notes: hiiii! i dont do heavy angst but i did do some u know? slow burn it is!!! srry it took so long! irl things hold me back a lot. N since u wanted slow burn, n with all that uve put (about 350 words of things i can work on/with 2 get this drawn out as a full-on fic!! yay!) i had 2 like. try n put all u wanted in there so yea! hope u enjoy!! also! i threw in some other characters like gaz n roach. hope u dont mind em being in here since this is like, a mash of cod n codmw2 (canon? what cancon?) cause i rlly do wanna put some other characters in here that i find interesting n build some sort of character/personality 4 the reader. reader deserves some cool friends-2-brothers!

At first, you hadn’t wanted to join Task Force 141. You were comfortable with your position as the quiet, but light on your feet, knife specialist. Well, that wasn’t truly your title. You were just good with knives. You weren’t too shotty with a gun either. Either weapon being in your hands meant blood was going to be shed. KorTac needed those types, especially those who could use it to get in as well as out; you also couldn’t forget about using your skills to get information. Torturing the prisoners wasn’t something you particularly liked, but you were good at it too. Combining your skills with knives and guns, it truly was hell for anyone on the opposite side of your team. You also couldn’t forget that, out of the others, you were much faster. Sure, some could still beat you at times but that didn’t mean you weren’t good. Bets had been constantly taking place with you, along with others as it was one of the few things any of you could do to pass the time in a less-than-bloody manner.

The transfer from KorTac to Task Force 141 wasn’t smooth. Horangi, or Kim Hong-jin, didn’t let you go for weeks. You were part of his team, one of his men. The leader of KorTac is what most of you saw him as. He knew many of you like the back of his hand. Not to mention, a tiger can be cruel but would never devour its cubs for no reason, well, as some say. As far as you knew, because you were all together, you were a team and therefore family. While there were others who didn’t get along, out in the field, all of you had each other’s back. Very rarely did anyone get left to perish to the enemy.

With all that in mind, it took weeks for him to let you go. More or less, Laswell was the one to convince him; that is if you call bringing each plus every person in KorTac to ruins as “convincing”. She wanted you on a team she could keep tabs on you; doubting her power and skills was out of the question. Which meant leaving KorTac to ensure that everyone else was free from possible imprisonment or death was necessary.

Fitting in wasn’t too hard considering most of the people there were from all over the place. While it’s odd for a member from another team to suddenly appear on another, it didn’t bother most of the others. Just from a glance, you could tell who was into who; as well as who exactly was in a relationship. A man by the name of Ghost including another called Soap, you knew were together. Soap flirted with almost everyone, though it was more teasing and lighthearted. With Ghost though? The flirting went up by twenty percent. His dial for teasing went up tenfold too. Meanwhile, Ghost hardly looked at anyone else, nevertheless, stare at them unless they were the Scottish man. Frankly, you didn’t mind. Who were you to judge the two? Especially when they were good at what they did.

It takes weeks before you’re comfortable enough to so much as talk to anyone 141. Gaz, or Kyle as Soap tended to call him when annoyed, is the first to so much as approach you. While the others are interested, you coming from KorTac had put them off for a bit. Gaz on the other hand treats you like a brother. He’ll throw his arm around your shoulder, dragging you around as he laughs about the past or even at your jokes. At meals, he always throws a raised eyebrow at those who look at you oddly when you’re quiet or sitting with the man. He treats you like you’re part of the team, furthermore, that truly means more than anything to you.

The man is just as bloodthirsty as you are. His stories of falling out of planes along with taking out enemies only lead to you looking up to your new teammate and brother. His tales of meeting Captain Price, past missions, a few tidbits of him being with the SAS, together with some metals he’s earned, only makes you want to pry more stories from the man; not like you don’t have to try. Simply asking about his stories leads to at least an hour-long spill of them from the guy.

And with his stories comes a few of your own. You don’t share much of them, knowing Gaz spreads them to the rest of the team with more dramatics to try to get you to interact with the others. Something you do learn about him that you always keep in mind from his stories is that his blood type is B Negative and shooting any dog, wild or not, makes him feel a bit guilty; he had to shoot one a while ago and apologised to the poor mutt after having to put it down to finish his mission.

With all that he’s shared and how the both of you see each other as brothers, it’s only fair that you let yourself talk to the others in the team. Though your words are short, along with your jokes being told quickly to distract yourself from the stressful situations, you allow yourself to slowly relax with the others. Gaz’s constant support helps you finally allow yourself to bond with your new team and family. It’s only after a mission that things change.

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“Take the left! Keep your heads down and keep movin’!” Captain Price’s voice rings out in your earpiece. Everything has gone to shit. The intel you’ve been getting was entirely a trap. You’re running through an underground tunnel, Ghost and another man named Roach is running in front of you.

Roach is a quiet man, never talking or letting out a sound, but semi-friendly. From his actions and what you’ve been told of him, he does his best to complete the missions to the tea. The few interactions you’ve had with him were silent but nice. Whether or not he’s mute has crossed your mind time and mind again but you don’t ask; you’d rather leave the man be. After all, he has become something like a friend maybe even another brother.

“Copy. We’re nearly out. Roach and [Redacted] are with me,” Ghost responds, quickening his pace. The rifle smacks against your back as you speed up to keep up with the other two men. Despite the situation, the three of you remain as calm as you can be.

“You’re bein’ tracked like a rabbit is by a hound, Ghost! Move it!” The captain’s orders are clear and the worry is read between the lines. If you three don’t get out, it’s a huge blow to 141. Not only that, but Soap loses his boyfriend, Gaz loses two of his best friends as well as brothers, you three lose your lives, and Task Force 141 loses three of its members. Dying isn’t an option here.

“We have company,” Your words are muffled by your gear but the two soldiers in front of you hear them in their own pieces.

“Fuckin’ hell-” Ghost’s sentence gets cut off by gunfire from behind. Turning around, you fire the Lachmann Sub in your possession.

“We gotta go! They’re gaining!” You clip one of the enemies in the shoulder and another is hit in the stomach. Picking up the speed, the three of you try to beat them out of the tunnel. You cover the back, hoping the two get out before you. If you get surrounded, it’s over.

Thankfully, they haven’t reached the other end of the tunnel as the three of your burst out of the exit. You grab a grenade, pull the pin and throw it in the tunnel. As soon as it leaves your hands, you’re running faster to get to Roach and Ghost before anything else can; one arm wraps around each of your teammates’ necks, dragging them down to the ground as the little metal bomb goes off. Debris flies everywhere, looking for an area to land after being shot out of its place.

With the tunnel exist now collapsed along with no more flying rock and metal, you release the men. “How copy?” Crackles through each of your earpieces. You knock your forearm into Roach’s upper arm, eyes crinkling from your smile. He gives you a grateful nod, standing. You smack Ghost’s arm as he stands, glad to have escaped the enemies for now.

“Tunnel’s collapsed. We’re good. Ready for extraction, Sir,” Blunt and straight to the point are the skull-masked man’s words.

“Good. Heli’s close by. Move to the edge of the town.” With the three of you alive, you can practically feel Captain Price’s relief.

“Copy that, Captain,” Your muffled response comes before Ghost can send in his own. He scans you from the corner of his eye but doesn’t give you a retort. You do, however, hear a small huff of air leave him. You throw your arm around Roach’s neck again, puffs of air leaving you from happiness, meanwhile, his arm comes around your back. Seems the three of you live another day.

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After that mission, Ghost tends to lurk around you more than he originally had. It didn’t help that Soap tends to tag along as well. Thankfully, he finds your jokes hilarious if the loud, boisterous laughter he lets out all the time tells you anything. His teasing ends up piling onto you as well. Before, it was light as well as spread out. Now, it’s almost like he’s talking to Ghost with all the teasing and flirting he now does with you. His boyfriend hardly seems concerned but rather encourages his behaviour. Of course, that doesn’t mean he goes easy on you when the two of your spar together. He’s dead serious when it comes to sparring; it’s only a reminder that while he does good off, he’s just as dangerous as the rest of them.

The two men seem to be fixated on wanting to help you out in training as well. More pointers plus tips are thrown your way when you practice with either of them. Sometimes, they’ll even make you coffee for those sleepless nights. Mentioning such things to Gaz and Roach only leads to your sworn brothers giving you knowing looks or a few teasing words; Gaz is the one with the teasing remarks while Roach pats your shoulder in a mocking but teasing “you poor man” way. Neither seems keen on wanting to spill the tea on why the Scottish and British men have been more affectionate.

While you enjoy their kind gestures, including their company, you’re not sure if you’re ready to admit to yourself, or them, about such feelings or relationships. On the surface, you truly do want to ask them if this is some sort of flirting schtick they have going on. Deep down though, the idea of being with anyone again makes your stomach fill with the lead. How could you enter another relationship? After the last one ended with your soon-to-be fiance’s brains splattered all over a brick wall. How can you move past that? How can you allow yourself to find someone like them? Or even better than them? The answer to that is a sigh alongside a bitter smile. The ring hiding under your tactical gloves seems to burn your skin. Truly, how can you let your first love go? After all, if you weren’t good enough to keep them alive, how can you keep these two from meeting the same gorey end?

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“To think I’d find myself here… How fuckin’ funny,” You mumble. Another mission, this one just like all the others. Well, it would have been if you hadn’t been shot. The blood leaking from your leg alongside a knife wound to your side leave you in pain. Feeling weak isn’t something uncommon but neither is it constantly happening. Words are being spoken to you through your headset. You were to be the lookout but ended up being the enemy's first target.

“How copy?” Rings in your ears. Your eyes stare blankly in front of you. You feel pathetic. Too tired to talk. Too tired to get up. You just sit, popped up against a tree in the heavily wooded area. You’ve failed, failed, failed.

“C’mon, Mate, how do ya copy?” Soap’s voice is worried and winded. He and Ghost are the people you’ve been teamed up with and you’ve failed.

“[Redacted], how copy?” The next tone is Ghost’s. It sounds slightly strained.

“Mission Failed,” You croak, head tilted back and against the tree.

“Status report, Mate. Where are ya?” He’s rushing, possibly panicked now.

“Got two wounds. Gunshot to the thigh. Knife to the side. Bleeding pretty bad, Soap.” You close your eyes, sighing.

“State your location.” The Brit seems to be just as worried as his Scottish counterpart.

“Dunno. Woods. Against a tree… There’s a lot of blood. Feelin’ woozy.” When you open your eyes, your sight is blurred. You’re losing too much blood.

“Keep talkin’ to us then, yeah? You’ll make it out. We’ll get out together,” The Scot’s words, though hopeful, only make you scoff quietly.

“You know… If I get outta here… Think we can go out sometime? Bourbon and whiskey? The three of us?”

“When we get out, [Redacted]. There’s no if here,” The masked man makes it sound final like there’s no way you’ll die on them.

“Yeah… Yeah..” You don’t say anymore, everything slowly hazing away. It’s like your floating in winter with how cold you feel.

“[Redacted]? Don’t sleep! C’mon! Keep ya eyes open!” Soap’s words fade away along with everything else. All that waits is cold darkness.

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“So… Think you can handle our drinking date after this?” Soap perches on the side table, messing with a lighter he took from Ghost.

“After he’s healed, Johnny. No alcohol before,” A semi-scolding is all the man gets from the brooding Ghost. You laugh slightly, jostling your wounds. You wince but wave off the concerned looks you get.

“After I’m no longer full of holes, Johnny-boy.” You take a sip of water afterwards, making Soap frown playfully.

“And to think I was gonna bring out the good shit fer ya. A shame. A damn shame.” You gently shake your head. It was a close call but Ghost got to you before you completely bled out. From what you’ve been told by Gaz, who yelled at you for an hour after you woke up from your four-day sleep, Ghost and Soap dragged you back to the helicopter. Both refused to leave your side. Captain Price ended up having to yell at the men and bribe them with a bit of alcohol to get them to even go to their own rooms. You made sure to apologize to Gaz, hugging him tightly after his blow-up. He thought he was going to lose a friend and family member so you couldn’t blame him.

Roach gave you the cold should for a while before appearing in your room with a cup of coffee. He made sure to smack the back of your head for your stupidity as well, though it was hardly rough. You grabbed the man before he could so much as bolt though when he saw you getting up to hug him. He hadn’t pushed you away though. And the captain? It felt like you were a kid again with how he pinned you with his stare. He made sure to tell you exactly how he felt, going from angry, to disappointed, to angry again. Another guy you couldn’t blame anything on. But you get to live another day at least. And you get to have that date with the two guys who were able to grab ahold of your heart after a long-time of heartache and loss.

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genderstealer2000 · 4 months

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Okay, i know people have already established how overlooked childrens mental health is, but i wanted to put my view and experiences here. TW! mentions of abuse, substance use, sh, ed my childhood was not great in the slightest. i didnt grow up in a good home, it was mostly filled with drug addicts and loads of abuse. my mother was so preoccupied with other things, she never really acknowledged me and my siblings unless she was angry and yelling at us. she didnt care what happened to us. we were just other people living in her house. if youre going to have kids, treat them the way children should be treated. in all of the homes ive stayed in, ive always felt like a burden. ive always been reminded of who im related to, what has happened to me, and who i am. i want to move past everything, but its hard when my guardians (that willingly took me in) are using my mother to guilt trip me. "youre acting just like your mother." "keep acting like that and you know what youll become?" anytime i try to talk to them about anything, they make it seem catatonic. like im turning into this monster when in reality i just need help. my mother did not pick good partners. they were terrible people, and did terrible things to her, my siblings and me. i watched my mother deal with self harm, and an eating disorder, and she was pressing these things on me and my siblings. granted she wasnt in a good headspace at all, and she was always on something, but that is not appropriate at all to show your kids. and its very hard for me to create relations with the people i live with because of this. i never know whats going to happen, if im going to get punished. my foster families just saw me as another mouth to feed, and now that i live with my adoptive mom, she just says im not trying. they call me selfish for having suicidal thoughts, they call me attention seeking for cvtting, they call me disgusting for making myself throw up. what do they want? anytime i try to communicate my feelings i get shut down! my gender identity was formed from my trauma. i dont feel comfortable in a womans body. the people my mother lived with ruined me. everytime i view myself as a girl i get sick to my stomach. "youre not a boy," not biologically im not, but it helps me to view myself this way because i feel stronger. i dont feel as weak as when those events happened. and we're working on it, im trying to explain things to her and mend our relationship, but she doesnt understand. thats why i want to help her understand. so we can both heal. i think parents (guardians) are too scared to talk about their childrens mental health because they think that theyre the cause of it. even if they are a part of it they SHOULD talk! let it be known. communication is the most important part of a family, or relationships. communication is needed. dont treat your kids horribly. its sad that it has to be said, but they need parents for comfort. they look up to you for guidance, for love and affection. dont make your children feel like a burden. dont make them afraid of you.

#tw vent #vent post #mental health awareness #trauma survivor #childhood trauma #abuse survivor #cptsd recovery #sa survivor #ptsd #sh vent #3d vent #emotional abuse #physical abuse #coping #trauma recovery #trauma related #mental abuse #mental health

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salt-in-my-eyes · 4 months

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A BEAUTIFUL FIC I MADE. BASED ON A REAL STORY. TW A LOT OF PISS MENTIONS. ITS SET IN A BATHROOM. I DONT HAVE A PISS KINK. I PROMISE. THIS WAS A SILLY JOKE I MADE ON THE OSEMANVERSE DISCORD SERVER (were insane)

I sat on the loo, wincing horridly at the temperature of my urine. As i relieved myself i realised there was no paper to wipe with. I unlocked my phone and opened up discord, clicking on my most recent server: “Osemanverse!!” in the process. I informed them of my situation with some otherwise inappropriate words of which i got very few sorrowful responses. Allister was concerned for my bowels, and Xini decided it would be appropriate to mention that i am pregnant, therefore it was likely i did need my bowels checking out. I thanked lola, as she was the main one to understand the pain i was in.

I asked if anyone could send me some spare toilet paper via email, and Xini was willing. I sent them my gmail address and waited. Meanwhile, Ro suggested a very disturbing method of wiping, which i did not concede to, the method was to use a stock image of toilet paper and wipe with that, hoping i dont get the liquid in the charging port in the process. They then followed up with that thats what they do when they run out, allister was concerned with this information. Xini emails me an emoji of toilet roll and i respond with a thank you.

When I fully return to the server i find a confused ro, asking why we are emailing things; i respond with the fact i needed something to wipe with, which confuses them more as they say: “so you email it?” and then promptly after it turns out they also need to urinate.

I inform them that i am infact waiting for my rear end to dry and we have a short conversation about my use of the word “loo.” i change the subject by asking if they want a bathroom “check” and dont wait for a response before sending the picture; xini responds disrespectfully with “your bathroom looks dehydrated”

I finally decide its time for plan B, and send a picture of the cardboard roll used to hold toilet tissue and caption it with something along the lines of “contemplating using this.” Xini was not pleased. But soon replied to my afformentioned email with “youre welcome sweet cheeks” i make an inappropriate joke about this, but we continued on.

I soon realised it was the cardboard or nothing, Xini became a nerd and told me about microtears. Allister appeared once more, and wanted to know if we were still on about piss. Nobody replied. I randomly decided to inform them about the time i had to use the cardboard roll for faeces, xini continued being a nerd and informed me not to do that; i was absolutely baffled at that statement because i had no other options, and wondered if she expected me to sit there forever. Allisters statement was worse though, as he said to use my hand. The following part of the conversation was a bit strange as we had a miscommunication where i thought Xini was implying to wipe with my poor dog, Gerry.

I decided it would be a good idea to throw the cardboard out of reach. I then had nothing to wipe with. Ro suggested using a towel. I found another cardboard roll, and xini nerded out once more. Lola shared her own bathroom story, as a new character enters the scene: Oliver! I tell them to catch up with the conversation as they have missed a lot.

I felt faeces coming along, and panicked. I could not go through the pain of wiping that with cardboard for the second time in my life. Allister suggested running to receive the paper but i couldnt as my lower half was exposed.

Finally, a good idea was shared as Ro mentioned using pads, meanwhile they were all concerned on how Oliver allegedly doesnt wash his rear. Allister tells us he eats piss, Oliver claims its his diet. Alli then continues by saying (and i quote) “i swear theres a thing where you shit in a condom and freeze it” “and use it as a…” which concerns all of us.

I decide to start a poll using reactions, the options being to vote either wipe with pads or wipe with cardboard. They both tie. Xini suggests i use toilet roll, likely forgetting that this entire incident was caused because of lack of the paper. I finally decide to use the pads, but by this time my coin slot was dry, then i felt a drip. It splashed into the water, a tear fell from my eye (not really.) turned out…i was not dry. I had to wipe with the pad, and flushed it down, which i shouldnt have done because its not flushable but i wasnt thinking straight. I was free from the bathroom.

tags : @xini-the-octonaut @michaelnotholden @bored-boring-and-tired @artisthedgehog @0s3manv3rse @michaelholdenenjoyer @unknown-leaf @CorryGlover

#tw piss #I PRO<ISEI I DONT HAVE APISS KINK #chapter one #osemanverse discord stories

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flowerywhispers · 2 years

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Heyy 💕 Can I request a headcannon of Yandere Claude De Alger Obelia with Athanasia's teacher? Like she's 26 years old ,kind, really beatiful and is courted by many men. She is a mother for Athanasia so he becomes obsessed with her but she doesn't fancy him because he's Athy's dad and older than her. What would he do to have her?

Dont answer If u dont want to ❤️ PS: I discovered ur blog yesterday and I really like it! XXX

| | Yandere Claude with an MC who is Athanasia's teacher | |

Character(s): Claude de Alger obelia

TW: Yandere and everything that comes with it, forced relationship, age gap (not extreme since reader is a grown adult; but still a large gap), threats, murder/almost murder, misogyny (? He assumes you're being nice because you want attention)

Notes: Female MC || Y'all are fuelling my yandere obsession wgduabd || ALSO THANK YOU 💗💗

The ideal situation would be not to be noticed by him at all but that's difficult considering Athanasia's attachment to you and Claude's need to constantly know who is interacting with the princess

Her immediate attachment to you is what interests him to begin with especially considering that the only person that he would consider to be closer to her is Lily. Even Felix isn't treated by her like how she treats you

There's an initial kind of annoyance that he feels towards you in the same way that he gets annoyed whenever Felix is around Athy, immediately requesting information about you which confuses all that are involved

Even he isn't entirely aware what he intends to do with the information and why he wants it but he only demands for more information when he realises how widely desired you are. And yet you were still unmarried? Did you really like the attention of other people so much? Then no wonder you were so kind to others

Perhaps to find a reason to get you away from his daughter, a rumour that starts to flutter around and leads to Athy begging him not to fire you or kill you

From there, he makes a point to keep a close eye on you, occasionally inviting you to tea, either alone or with Athy

He thinks that maybe it was his annoyance that blinded him but he comes to realise just how perfect you seem to be. Beautiful, kind, no wonder there were so many men vying for your attention. Even when the rumours were spreading that Claude wanted to get rid of you were floating around, he you didn't treat him with anything other than respect and, above all, kindness

You never failed to greet him with that smile of yours that had once made him narrow his eyes and glare and now made his pupils diallate and his gaze linger for a few seconds longer than one would expect from him

Everyone notices the change in his demeanour towards you

From cold and keeping you close only to keep an eye on you and find a reason to keep you away from Athy to softer and more fixated, telling the chef's to not only bring out sweets when you and Athy were with him but also to bring out a few foods specifically to your tastes

You are anything but incompetent, you weren't hired to be Athanasia's teacher for no reason, so even you can see his intentions to court you. It wasn't a reaction that you were unused to and you knew that it wasn't appropriate

His obsession really sets in when you start to avoid him as a result. Excuses that Claude thought to be ridiculous like the fact that it was below your standing and that it would be inappropriate for you as an unmarried woman to be seen with the emperor and your employer as well as the father of your charge so often. Did you really think that the opinions of outsiders held any weight to him?

Do you really think that you'll be able to evade the emperor? And with your placement as his daughter's teacher?

A kind of presumptuous paranoia sets into Claude as he begins to wonder if you're spending time with the other men who are interested in you

It's almost obvious what had happened when said men start to disappear, some of them being killed publicly for inflated charges

Your housing is moved into the emerald palace and you have no right to refuse to emperor's orders

His presence which had initially only appeared at tea parties that you thought you were only formally being invited to starts to become oppressive

He starts to observe your lessons with Athy, calling on you on the odd occasion to look over his paperwork and help him with it and it starts to feel like he's everywhere

You haven't talked to anyone other than Claude, Athy or Felix in months by a certain point. Even Lily isn't permitted to enter the emperor's palace

You reach a kind of breaking point when he finally stops permitting you to leave the palace grounds at all. It's not unexpected but your reaction is

He almost kills you when you snap at him, tears blurring your vision as you yell that you want to leave. Where did your kindness go? You never even so much as looked at him with distaste despite everything that he did

What, was it all a lie? Your kindness towards him? You should know better than to deceive the emperor

He's aware in his subconscious that you aren't truly selfish but he can't help but ask you what more you could possibly want. He gives you everything and you continue to be kind to him. Are you so selfish that you would take away that kindness after he's done everything for you? Perhaps he should take more from you rather than just your kindness if you're so insistent to be so selfish. Perhaps it was time to formally announce your engagement to the emperor

You keep your mouth shut after that. Regardless of how much he favours you, even you know that he could and would kill you

He doesn't stop you from teaching Athy. Not when he knows that she's the only thing that kept you smiling

You'll have to be sure to keep treating him with that same kindness. He wouldn't be happy to have to hold Athanasia's indefinite removal from your life over your head and snuff out that happiness of yours that he had given so much for

Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💗

#wmmap claude #wmmap #claude de lger obelia x reader #claude de alger obelia #who made me a princess headcanon #who made me a princess x reader #who made me a princess #tw yandere #wmmap headcanon #wmmap hc #who made me a princess hc #spoowrites

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systembug · 7 months

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Hey bug friends

Im still trying to figure out this site and i have some questions about the tags. Could someone help with that pls? 1) Do i need to tag bugs and spiders "tw bugs" and "tw spiders", "tw arachnophobia" if the wast majority of what i post is bugs? 2) If i post bugs in the process of reproduction, do i need to tag it as "nsfw" and "minors dni"? Ive seen some ppl dont. Just wanna be sure that it is appropriate for tumblr. 3) On that note, is swearing ok? How about adult jokes? Idk if minors follow me or if they will. I know that its the world-wide-web and kids can see worse things here, but i wanna make sure i do stuff appropriately. 4) Any advice on behavior is welcome tbh. Thanks in advance.

#bugblr #bugposting #help #i am a dumbass<3

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dragonsareoverrated2 · 6 months

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My pinned I guess?

//Ongoing Arc: Beautifly and the Beast!

//Finished Arcs: Dragon Pains, Blood of Blackthorn.

Hi, before you say anything about my name. One) DragonsAreOverrated was taken, and two) I dislike dragon types for very personal reasons that are related to my damn genetics donor of a father, so before you go on and tell me 'Dragons are great actually because-!' I dont wanna fucking hear it.

Alright, now that thats out of the way.

My name is Ichika and my pronouns are she/her, call me anything other than that and I will find you and bite you, or my Crobat will, which ever one of us gets to you first.

I'm the champ of the Naljo, don't know what that region is? Its in between Johto and Kanto, but it's a shithole here so don't come.

... I mean, I cant stop you if you want to visit me, I dont mind visitors...

I'm 23 years old, birthday April 22 (Marianne made me put this here), and am dating my girlfriend who… I think is what you guys would call a faller? She's not from here, but she's still from a place that had pokemon. She's 23 and named Marianne, she was originally from Kalos, moved to Hoenn, beat the league, and then got sucked up into another dimension which is mine.

She sometimes will pop up and write in pink, all her stuff will be tagged with #Mon Amour, which is what I asked to to put it as. I don't know that much Kalosion. She also has her own intro post here.

My team is Kage my Tyranitar (She/Her), Doku my Crobat (He/Him), Yuki my Mamoswine (She/They), Zappu my Ampharos (He/It), Noyaki my Ninetails (She/Her) and Ame my Vaporeon (He/They).

If you wanna battle, schedule it with the league, Im busy trying to fix this stupid region.

Update: I have an assortment of dragons I am taking care of for the foreseeable future.

Any care tips would be appreciated-

I call the Noibat Midori (He/it), the others finally gave me names-

Monterio (He/him), Kin (She/her), Daitan (She/Him), Hoshi (They/It), and Nagisa (She/They)

//Ask games that are open!

//A important note for Pelipper Mail and Musharna Mail

//Naljo Dex Logs Masterlist!

//Ooc info under the cut!

//How she looks!

//This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by she/her he/him pronouns All art I use is my own! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion, more info about me on my main! Here's some of my other accounts as well!

//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.

//No Shipping, a lot of the stuff in here is closed off.

//I am very open to crossover stuff!

//Pokemon in this universe have human levels of sentience, though multiverses that don't are well known and won't be questioned.

//Real life animals exist along side Pokemon in her universe, like divergent evolution (not the pokemon thing, the science thing)

//A warning that this character is rather antagonistic but not evil. If you are actually able to get her to like you she will chill out a bit, but you're gonna have to work to that. Also please tell me if she's being too much at all, this is my first time writing a fully bitchy character-

//Magic anons are on! But I am picky about what I let through.

//What the tags mean. //Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking. //Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account //Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished. Stony Ground: Her post/response tag. Stone Edge: Her closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something. What's with the dragons?: When Ichika is mainly talking to herself. Prismatic Rival (Prism): Ichika talking about her Rival who is a jerk Broken Eggshells (Hatch): Hatchling Posts and Ichika talking about her!

//Marianne related tags will be in her intro post

#//Shadow Mod Speaks #//Mod Reference #//Shadow Art #Stony Ground #Stone Edge #What's with the dragons?#Broken Eggshells (Hatch)#Prismatic Rival (Prism)#pokemon irl #pokeblogging #pokereality #rp intro #poke rp #pokemon rp blog

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