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charlesemersonwinchesteriii · 1 year

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For dating game: Donna Noble for a non Mash option from something I'm pretty sure I've seen you reblog stuff from, BJ, and Klinger

I can't believe I got 2 Donnas for this game and neither were the MASH one haha. And yes I AM a Doctor Who fan but like with Twin Peaks I'm only a shallow fake one because I only feel really passionate about RTD era :( sowwy again. I'm 0 for 2 today. But at least I didn't skip MASH s1-3 AND I didn't skip the 9th Doctor AND I read Laura's diary + Dale Cooper's tapes. So now everyone has to give me a little headpat and forgive me and say they're not mad at me thank you <3

Donna Noble

I couldn’t handle Donna QwQ I couldn’t match her energy it’s very sad :( I feel like I would do the exact opposite of what the Doctor did for her in terms of bringing out her most amazing qualities. And I do really try to highlight and praise the qualities of people in my life!! I just don’t know if I could help her reach her full potential. Which sounds like one of those weird therapy-talk approaches to relationships but unfortunately sometimes when you really admire someone you actually do start thinking about things like “am I supporting her journey effectively” and all that. But this is just a date right so it can just be a casual thing. I feel like Donna is someone with whom I could straight up be like Hey so I was never socialized properly and your last relationship ended comically terribly so do you want to like try practicing dating with each other? I think it could be fun! And then eventually she could move on to find happiness with Mr. Temple :)

Wait actually sorry quick tangent if Donna doesn’t remember the Doctor what does she think happened to her fiance from way back when. Does she. Does she remember the giant alien spider or. Hang on--

BJ Hunnicutt

BJ Hunnicutt is the human equivalent of Disneyland. Everybody in the entire nation is absolutely obsessively feral over it it’s sooo beautiful it’s sooo fun you just HAVE to experience it it’s a quintessential expression of the American dream blah blah blah. But I will never attend this overpriced (constantly borrowing money) and overcrowded (too much competition from the rest of Mashblr) theme park. I do not care for its fastpass system (willingness to cheat on his partner) or its uninspiring coaster design (anger issues), and I am further offended to hear of the constant introduction of cost-cutting measures that harm visitor experience (growth of mustache). Not even the prospect of purchasing a fully functioning Cogsworth clock (chance to join the Punnihawk polycule) is enough to tempt me. It’s not happening. I am going to Dollywood (Maxwell Klinger).

Maxie my beautiful girl Maxie whomst is so very adored by me

My wife my kitten my sweet snuggly wuggly good time gal. My Dollywood. Know that I love and adore Maxwell for eternity <3

BUT. I must love her from afar because I couldn’t in good conscience waste her time when I figure there must be a more compatible match out there, ya know? Like, I know hardly anything about baseball and I wear the same clothes every day and I don’t eat red meat so I can’t even share those beloved hotdogs. Max deserves the Best as I’m sure we all agree, and we know he wants a serious long term partnership. I want the same thing, so I know that such a lifelong, committed relationship should be with someone who finds themself more easily compatible with Max’s tastes and interests.

On an unrelated note, Charles sure seemed to get super into baseball in War For All Seasons, huh? :) And we know he cares a lot about his clothes, as we see him hiring a personal tailor at least once! :) And he was surprisingly eager to get to share in Max’s hotdog delivery in The Grim Reaper, too! :) So many random fun facts in this world \^w^/

#sorry 4 slipping in unwanted shipping content right under the wire like a youtuber rushing through a last minute plea to like and subscribe #I couldn't help it your honor :|#Asks that make you wrack your brains for 10 minutes straight only to give up and google what Donna's husband' first name is. It's Shaun.#I wonder if we'll see more of him in the New Content I am legit Excite wahoo #Starky loves answering questions #marley-manson #sorry for being so dismissive of BJ :/ it will happen again #also Idk if that joke made any sense. does anyone here still remember Vriska (Vriska).#mash #THE COGSWORTH CLOCK IS REAL BTW BUT IT'S $80 >:((( FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF I NEED TO STEAL HIM #HE BELONGS WITH ME!!!!!#also to be clear I've never been to disneyland obvs lmao I'm just a Jenny Nicholson / Defunctland enjoyer #I loooove watching stuff about the disney parks being bad and failing I know it's dumb and petty #but it's the only source of vengeance I get in this life #BTW did you know DOS purchased a house that used to belong to Walt Disney. idk if it was like on purpose or anything but he did #king shit I think. I hope he had crazy gay sex there. for petty reasons but also just cause he deserved that obviously.#The fact that literally anyone follows this blog and chooses to see these posts is a Bible level fucking miracle.#THANKS FOR THE ASK <3

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oneluckydragon · 7 months

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✨Team Wish, my beloved.

An extra in case anyone was wondering about their dynamic:

#i daydream about their dynamic constantly I just love them very much pls enjoy #stoic and kinda off-putting echo w/ chronic resting bitch face vs sweetheart sora that radiates sunshine and positivity #they balance each other out your honor!!#echo wears a sky blue ribbon (to match sora's name!) and sora matched hers to echo's eyes cause she thought it was a pretty color #planning on maybe making some short comics ft my girls cause i have brainrot about them 24/7 #the meme is a bonus because it literally describes them too well and i couldn't help myself #echo/eevee #sora/riolu #team wish #pmd2 #pmd eos #pmd #pmd ocs #my art

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mercymaker · 8 months

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She took her first breath in the darkness of the night as the most violent storm lashed the wet air with lightning. Kicking and screaming, the drow ripped her way into this world as her mother sheltered in a cave; cold, dirty, and road-weary. The birth of the girl was a culmination of months of relentless pursuit, treachery, and violence. Eyes in the dark, daggers shifting under tables, poison swirling in a cup of wine. Mark of a bad year, her mother hissed between her clenched teeth. Maleane.

What preceded her coming into this world was exactly what followed it. Always moving, never stopping, never trusting. Her mother’s ruthless lessons intertwined with her father’s wish to raise a child severed from the culture of bloodlust, power, and dominance. (insp.)

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3edit #bg3 #bg3 oc #userimogen #userkarlachs #usermorvaris #uservoelds #userwolfkissed #miyku #my gifs #gifBG3 #tagging the bg3 babes #oc: maleane #i wanted to add more but i couldn't find your tracked tags and idk if people still tag with just usernames??? help i'm such a boomer #and i'll be honest i forgot how to color video game footage #anyway here's the set i've been sitting on for days now because computer repair and all #bUT i love her your honor she's just so!!! ♥

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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An arranged marriage with a man you’ve never met.

It’s your worst nightmare.

But your father’s mafia standing rides on you going through with this deal. The joining of your families is imperative. Two powerful sides meet. Yet you’ve never felt weaker.

Who is it waiting for you at the altar?

Nick Fowler?

Bucky Barnes?

Hal Carter?

Steve Kemp?

You decide 😏

AHH! The impossible choice! Okay, okay, okay. I got this.

Arranged Mafia Marriage - Nick Fowler

Your father isn't a terrible man. He tried to negotiate other terms, but Nick wouldn't budge on you becoming his wife. In the end, blood wasn't thicker than water and your dad told Nick not to hurt you. He wouldn't tolerate it. Nick swore he'd be good to you, a faithful and doting husband.

And he plans to ruin every inch of you once you become his wife.

Fake Marriage - Bucky Barnes

You have to play the role of Bucky's wife when you agree to work undercover with him, but this isn't just some quick fix problem. It's deep undercover and you'll have to be alongside him for the long haul. You wonder if you made the right choice in accepting the assignment and he'll convince you that you did. He'll make it good for you.

By the time he's done, he'll make sure you keep that ring on your finger.

Royal Wedding - Hal Carter

Unable to accept that your parents promised you to a man you never met, you flee your kindgom and responsibilities. Alone and afraid once your mind catches up to your heart, a kind man offers to take you in when you get lost. You accept, trusting the man and knowing his offer would be safter than wandering around alone. He may not live like a king, but he'll treat you like a queen.

And he'll fight for you if anyone tries to take you away.

Mail Order Bride - Steve Kemp

We know Steve doesn't keep women around for too long. He lures them in, gets what he needs, and moves on to the next. It gets lonely though with the endless cycle. So he carefully chooses a bride. Like most of the women kept in his basement, someone without a lot of family and friends. No money. No chance of escape. You'll learn to love being by his side.

If you don't, he'll have to cut you down one piece at a time.

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #thotty ask #make me choose #nick fowler #bucky barnes #hal carter #steve kemp #i couldn't help myself #i love them your honor #sgt seabass #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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yujeong · 9 days

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kpanniversary2024, prompt 7: Favourite Platonic Relationship

"Hey, Pete?" "Hm?" "Have you ever thought of how your life would be like if you weren't working here?" The cigarette stilled between Pete's fingers. Smoke swirling in front of his face, somewhat blocking his expression from a curious Porsche standing to his left. Through his bangs, he noticed how Porsche wasn't actually looking at him when he asked the question. Momentary relief spread through him, though he knew Porsche wouldn't be satisfied without an answer. "Not really," he said truthfully. There was no point in hypotheticals, not in his case. "I have," Porsche said, as if he ignored Pete's words. The relief settled between his lungs. He took another drag. "My life would probably be the same as it was before," continued Porsche, "but I'd like to think I'd be able to open up that bar one day. Maybe after Chay finished university or something." Pete hummed and exhaled. His cigarette was getting shorter. Their break would be over soon. "How come you've never thought about it?" asked Porsche suddenly, turning to face Pete. "Do you... like working here?" Pete coughed and dropped his almost-finished cigarette to the ground. His eyes were darting between his feet, his mouth hanging open. Fucking Porsche and his questions. Sometimes, he had this need to pry Pete open and discover things Pete himself wanted hidden; mostly because he didn't know what would happen if he exposed them to the world. He looked at Porsche with a dumb look on his face, not knowing what to say, but he quickly remembered about their training and how they'd get punished by Chan if they were late to return. As good of an excuse as any. He said so and left with hurried steps, leaving a puzzled Porsche behind. Hopefully, he'd have forgotten this discussion by the time they'd be on their own again.

#HELLO I AM BACK WITH MY BULLSHIT #I wasn't going to write sth for this prompt because “Heist” was a difficult one for me #but then I took a shower and inspiration striked for the other prompt that's on the table #and I thought of spreading my PorschePete agenda once again muahaha #a little longer than I had hoped so sorry about that #but I couldn't help myself you have to understand #they're so important to me your honor #kinnporche the series #kpanniversary2024 #porschepete #pete saengtham #porsche kittisawasd

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stardusthuntress · 1 year

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EnigmaTech - Ch. 2

My Tech lives AU! This one is based on the idea that the Bad Batch just needs someone with a clear head to follow his trail and appreciate the man for what he is truly capable of! I’m not a many-chapter-fic writer, but this one I felt like it could be divided into 3-4, maybe 5 (yes, it's getting longer, I know) solid chapters that focus on retrieving the beloved brainiac, his bubbly little sister, and their angsty brother. Consider it a mini-series!

Chapter 2 - One Step at a Time

Tech x female!reader (EVENTUALLY; but he still hasn't met her yet, this is the buildup to that part, they will meet soon, I promise! just use of pronouns in this part, not anatomy)

(Part 1) (Part 3)

Word Count: ~3.7K

Chapter Summary: Now that they know Tech survived, that means they now have a list of people they care about that they need to rescue. By asking the question 'what did the Empire want with each one', will that help them figure out where each one is?

TW: I state that Tech is hurt, but I don't specify any details! No gore here! Just some notes that he might end up in the same boat Echo was once in. She/her pronouns used, but no mention of female anatomy or anything like that in this one.

A/N: Alrighty, this part feels like it's almost there but not quite, but I needed to just get it out so I can focus on the next part, or I will NEVER finish this story! Enjoy!

Tech dividers by @/djarrex

Translations: haran = hell (Mando'a) dank ferrik = the Star Wars equivalent of "oh fuck" or "damn it"

He’s alive! But dank ferrik, that looks like it hurt like haran [hell]!

He’d managed to soften his fall a bit, and get out of the way of the railcar, but it was still a long way to fall, and he’d only been able to slow his speed enough to survive it, but not enough to prevent injury on impact.

“Wait,” Wrecker has questions, “I don’t get it… if Tech is still wearing his goggles, under his helmet there, how can they be the thing that’s recording this?”

“Good catch Wrecker,” Echo smirks, proud of his brother.

“Tech had a spare pair of goggles.” Hunter adds. “They must have been in the pack he was wearing when he fell. I used to use whether they were in that pack or this pack,” he gestures with the backup pack he’s still holding, and proceeds to check for the spare pair in it as he continues, “as an indicator of whether or not Tech thought the mission was more dangerous than he was letting on…and they’re not in here. That IS his spare pair… *sigh* I guess you’re right, there were little things he would do to protect us from the full truth.”

“Don’t feel bad about it Hunter. It means he loves you very much. I just…” she takes a deep breath, “… I’ve found he’s a lot like me, we have a lot of the same habits and ways of doing things. So it’s a little easier for me to put myself in his shoes, so to speak.”

“So I’ve noticed.” Hunter comments, “It’s sorta comforting, really. You’re just like him… I just wish he had been able to meet you a long time ago. To know that there were others like him, that he was not alone. When we were cadets he often told me that his mind was both his gift and his curse, because it made him unique but being unique meant he was the only one like that. I don’t know if he knew the Kaminoans made him that way because of the effectiveness of people like you.”

“I know the feeling, and I appreciate the complement.”

“I’m glad you’re the one Rex sent to help us get them all back. I’m glad he will get a chance to meet you,” Hunter comments.

“Thank you, Hunter. That means a lot to me, especially coming from you. I know you are having a hard time trusting me, and I understand why. I’ve had trust issues too, they are very hard to work past. Thank you for letting me work beside you guys. It’s nice to have an understanding team that doesn’t hate me for infodumping all the time.”

“I don’t think I realized how comforting it was when Tech did that until he wasn’t there anymore to do it all the time,” Wrecker added.

“Then let’s get him back, big guy,” she pats his arm.

Wrecker smiles and nods.

Echo chimes in, cool headed and taking inventory like the ARC he is “Okay, so… that recording doesn’t add much. It’s only a few minutes between impact and when that trooper steps on the spare goggles and the recording stops, and it’s mostly pointed at the trees and the wreckage of the railcar during that time. But what DO we have to work with now?”

“What about the things the TK troopers were talking about. Any names ring a bell?” She asks.

Hunter starts the list for the group “they mentioned the name Hemlock, that’s the man who brought us Tech’s goggles and took Omega.”

“Hemlock’s facility is the same one Crosshair was wired to” Echo adds. “That’s why we were trying to track his shuttle from Eriadu.”

“The name does appear in Tech’s notes a few times. Mostly about Crosshair and where he may have been taken, but he doesn’t seem to get very far before the railcar incident.”

“There are so many unanswered questions though,” Hunter interjects, concerned-big-brother (read: concerned-Dad) mode kicking in. “Why did they want Omega? They’re clearly not interested in more clone troopers, so her status as a near-perfect copy of Django is not it.”

“She knows a lot about cloning. She grew up in close contact with Nala Se, as an assistant of sorts,” Echo shrugs.

“Tech told me once that the Empire destroyed Kamino so that they could control cloning. That was shortly after the encounter with the Zillo Beast, the one after the war.” Hunter recalls, doing his best to add as much info as he can, as per her request.

“That’s not much to go on,” Echo sighs.

“On the contrary, there’s a lot there to unpack.” She starts counting as she adds each one to a list on her data pad, “one: Omega's knowledge, two: her bond with Nala Se, and three: how there are far more cloning projects going on. And, four: looking at Tech’s notes on the Zillo Beast, they utilized Kaminoan technology, and yet there were no indications of any Kaminoans ever having been present in the lab. All the technology was the human-sized versions they developed ‘for interactions with the clones of Django’ as Tech puts it. And here, a fifth one! Records he decrypted when searching for Crosshair indicate that Nala Se is also alive and was transferred into custody of an unlisted scientist. A scientist? Interesting. She’s listed as a prisoner, but she’s not being held by a prison guard. Either way, it seems that Tech, Nala Se, and Crosshair are likely under Hemlock’s ‘supervision’, or rather control, within the Advanced Science Division. Considering Omega’s ties to all the aforementioned individuals, and that it was Hemlock who took her away, it is likely that she is at the same facility.” Feeling elated by the progress they’re making with everyone contributing, she keeps on rolling. “Speaking of, Tech’s notes on the reason the bounty hunters were after Omega and why the stopped hunting her are very vague, suggesting that info was well hidden. Echo, have you and Rex been able to dig up anything more on that?”

“No, Weirdly, there’s absolutely no record of bounty hunters going after Omega in any Imperial logs we’ve found so far. Which suggests it was not the Imperials that put a bounty on her. Let me crossrefference the times at which the Bounty Hunters stopped showing up with the times that things began to move off of Kamino and see if we can find any correlations there.”

The room is quiet while Echo scomps into the computer. The screen nearest him lights up and Hunter and Wrecker provide additional eyes as he scrolls through the data, pointing out important pieces as they see them.

“Here!” Echo’s voice is triumphant. “Tarkin issued orders to put the Kaminoan Prime Minister under surveillance and then he was transferred off world! That’s all not long after we rescued Omega from the two bounty hunters and not long before Admiral Rampart destroyed Kamino. Looks like that does correlate with the time we noticed the bounty hunters seemed to have stopped searching for Omega.”

“So, its likely that it was the Kaminoans that put a target on her.” She reasons, “But why? What secrets do her genetics carry? What value does she have to Nala Se? Most of the evidence we’ve listed so far has to do with cloning, so it would seem that Hemlock’s work is some type of cloning project, but why is he using existing clones as test subjects? What is he cloning that requires test subjects, or are there other medical projects under Hemlock’s control?” Her train of thought seems doomed to derail just like the railcar.

“If you’re looking for answers, we definitely have less of those than you do” Wrecker laughs.

“There are clues everywhere.” She uses a finger to emphasize her point, but the glazed look in her eyes tell them her mind is still diving throught the data, “You just need to know where to look and how to read them.” Wrecker found himself exchanging glances with the other two.

“Okay, let’s backup. We know Omega, Crosshair, Nala Se, and now Tech are all in the custody of this Dr. Hemlock fellow, and all are central figures in his latest cloning project, which seems to utilise Kaminoan tech (if the Zillo Beast incident is anything to go on, that is, though that is a bit of a leap) and requires test subjects, a LOT of test subjects according to the transferred records Echo and Tech recovered. This would imply that all are likely to be found at the headquarters of the Advanced Science Division, and that there are too many things getting shipped into these new facilities for it to stay off the radar for very long. Track enough of them, and they will all trace back to this secret base, like rashnold on a kylak.”

“But, what does Hemlock want with Tech?” Like the rest of them, Wrecker’s mind is swirling with unanswered questions.

“It’s not clear,” Hunter answers, “all we know is that he was injured, in a lot of pain and barely conscious, and they have all the facilities to patch him back up there.”

“I think there’s more to it,” she cringes “but you’re not gonna like it.” She looks with a pointed pain at Echo out of the corner of her eye.

Echo turns even more pale, picking up on what she’s implying. “No. No, they better not have.”

Hunter starts to pick up on it too, he leans forwards in his chair and pinches the bridge of his nose, “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“Me either.” She almost whispers it, “But based on the fact that Hemlock needed Omega and Nala Se and test subjects, there’s something they weren’t able to get from the Kaminoan cloning equipment and whatever else they stole from Kamino before destroying it. Likely their records of how to actually do the cloning. Which would mean that they need a mind or two with lots of experience with Kaminoans and their cloning facilities, especially one that’s really good at untangling details and solving complex problems. Based on the fact that Crosshair sent you boys a Plan 88 message, warning that someone is in pursuit, it is likely that Hemlock knows how loyal your team in particular is. That would further suggest that Hemlock knows he’s not going to get anything useful from Tech while Tech is consciously aware of what he is doing. We also know from the Techno Union’s experiments on Echo that it is possible to use an unconscious mind as a strategic processing system. I’d wager that’s exactly what Hemlock plans to do with Tech to extract whatever in haran [hell] he’s missing.” her eyes gloss over as her mind races “kark, it would even be easy to hide him, since his name is ‘Tech’, and how Hemlock is clearly aware that clones are considered property. It’s just a box of equipment and ‘tech’ ready for installation or inspection at his facility, even Tarkin could miss a box with a generic label like that. I shudder to think…” her thought trails off as they all sit in an uncomfortable silence.

Each of them wore expressions of disgust as they stared into the distance, minds racing.

“Wait!” Wrecker seems to have caught something “Hemlock caught up with us pretty fast after Eriadu. We’d barely had time to get patched up and Omega got lucky that she woke up before he got there. I remember seeing a Light Cruiser or a Venator or something that looked like one above Ord Mantell! That ship had to come from somewhere and go somewhere, right? That’s a big ship to just disappear off the records all of a sudden! Do you think they already had Tech onboard?”

“Good point Wreck! You’re right it is!” She adds Wrecker’s input to her growing list on her datapad.

Echo’s excitement at having a lead they can act on is almost palpable. “We need shipping and transfer records from anything leaving Eriadu immediately after the explosion, specifically anything that went though Ord Mantel on it’s way to it’s destination. If we crossreference that with the destinations of shipments leaving Kamino shortly before Rampart destroyed it, we might be onto something!”

Hunter seems less worried now that they have something they can do, “Okay, so, step one: find an Imperial communications network we can discreetly tap into and extract shipping records from Kamino and Eriadu without arousing suspicion. Do we all agree with that?”

“Affirmative, Sergeant!” She and Echo, echo.

Wrecker cheers. “We’re coming Tech, just hold out a little longer.”

“...and… Omega and Crosshair” Hunter’s eyebrows raise in concern.

“Yeah, but Tech is the one in need of a nice medic,” Wrecker points out.

“We don’t know what state Crosshair is in, but given that he tried to warn us about Hemlock, it seems unlikely that Hemlock is treating him well. He may also be in need of a ‘nice medic’ Wrecker.” Echo points out.

Wrecker looks around the Marauder, looking at the bandages around Hunter’s waist, while somewhat restrained by his own medical collar. “Seems like we all need that right now,” he mutters.

“Hey big guy, AZI and I can handle you 3, I just hope we’re included in that ‘nice medic’ count of yours.” She gently nudges his shoulder, “Let’s get you lot on the mend fast so we can break into that Imperial data facility and get the stolen 3 back soon too. Yeah?”

“Yeah” agrees Wrecker, “thanks little lady, I don’t know what we would have done without you. Echo was right, we did need an outside voice for this mission.” He claps Echo on the shoulder. Even with the medical collar on, Wrecker’s energy seems to be at his usual fervor, as Echo gives him an annoyed look and rubs his own shoulder gently.

Hunter let’s out a huff and shakes his head. Looking back at the woman he adds in “Wrecker’s right, I don’t think we would have gotten this far without you. Thank you.” He turns to the room at large “Alright. Let’s pick an imperial data relay facility and work out a plan to get the shipping logs for Eriadu and Ord Mantel.”

Later, during Hunter’s watch, while the others are asleep, she sneaks into the cockpit.

“Hunter, can I talk to you?”

He turns in his seat to face her as she sits in the copilot’s seat “Sure. What’s up?” He’s clearly aware of the fact that she just snuck in to talk to him alone while the others were asleep, and is grateful she came to him as the squad leader with her concerns, but trying not to let that get to him just yet.

“There’s something weird here about all this. Techs actions at the railcar… something doesn’t sit right about it. I’m not sure what exactly though. But I have this weird, nagging feeling that it might have to do with what he found out about Crosshair defecting.”

Hunter seems glad that she came to him with her concerns “I’m glad you’re telling me this, but I’m not sure I’m going to be much help figuring it out. That’s normally Tech’s job.”

“So, when Tech couldn’t figure something out, how would you support him?”

“Usually? I’d force him to get some sleep.” Hunter sighs, “something tells me using my Sergeant status and ordering you to sleep isn’t gonna work here.”

She smiles, “na, not likely. I can’t turn off my mind enough to sleep right now. And I’m not very tired.”

They sit in silence for a few more minutes before he suggests she just say what she’s thinking out loud.

“Okay. I might be totally wrong on this though, but I’m not sure how else to interpret this, but it’s more of a feeling than anything supported by evidence this time.”

“You’ve been pretty spot on so far. I bet you’re not as far off as you think. Tech often says the same thing, and he’s usually got a better handle on it than he thinks he does,” Hunter kinda likes the way she asked what he did to help Tech when he was stuck, this felt exactly the same to him.

“Tech had a long way to fall, which means he had time to do something. Like more time than it would take to simply get out of the way of that railcar… so why is it that that is all he did? What if there was more to it?”

“Are you implying that Tech might have intended to get caught and didn’t intend to prevent his own injury?” Hunter asks, worry etching his features.

“Sorta,” Her expression tells him that she doesn’t like the idea either, “he seems to have reasoned that the only way to get to Crosshair was to get caught, and then just happened to literally fall into the right solution to get to him. He likely knew that if any of you simply surrendered, you wouldn’t be taken to the same place as Crosshair, too risky for the Empire to put a completely healthy and independently creative or ‘deviant’ clone in a situation where one or more of their own was at risk. You lads fight your way out of situations like that all the time…

Tech may have also gotten the inkling that they wanted Omega back too, we established that he knew she was important to something the Kaminoans were doing. The question is what? What did he know that he didn’t write down?...” Her thoughts drift off.

Hunter just watches, knowing she will continue, theres too many thoughts swirling in her eyes, they need to be let out.

“But maybe that part doesn’t matter yet. Going back to getting to Crosshair and Omega though… if Tech arrived there healthy his presence would put Omega at risk. They know he’s attached to her and probably wouldn’t hesitate to use her against him. And they wanted more compliant test subjects. The most compliant are always the wounded because they can prolong their vulnerability and exploit it as a weakness. Gruesome and morally twisted, but that seems like the Imperial thing to do given the way the chips fell…”

“And it’s exactly the sort of thing Tech would just do and then tell us later that he ‘thought it was obvious’” Hunter spoke though his hands, which covered his mouth. His brow knitted in concern.

The doors opened and Echo entered quietly and sat down. The cockpit doors closed behind him.

She smiled, “old habits die hard, huh Echo?”

Hunter raised a brow, but otherwise didn’t move.

Echo rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Yeah. Something like that.”

Hunter gave him a look. He wasn’t about to let it go with just that.

Embarrassed, Echo began explaining “I, uhhh, when I was with the 501st, my bestfriend, Fives, was really good at getting into things that he shouldn’t. But he couldn’t smooth talk his way out of anything. He thought he could tho,” Echo laughed, eyes distant and filled with memory, “it was fun, and it didn’t seem fair to let him pay the price when I would follow him right into trouble, knowing that’s where he was leading us. So I got really good at getting us out of it… I…erh… may or may not have heard most of that conversation. I scomped into the system from the computers back there,” he gestured over his shoulder with his thumb, “and let the surveillance feed play in my uhhh,” he pointed at the device on his head, and looked pleadingly at Hunter, hoping he wouldn’t have to put a name to it. Echo hated how much machinery he required just to live a normal life anymore.

Hunter just laughed. “Rex warned me about your mischievous side when we took you in. I was wondering how long you were gonna try to keep it to yourself. Though you seemed content to just let it out when you thought I wasn’t gonna mention anything, I think it even encouraged the trickster in Omega a few times.”

“Ha! Sorry.” Echo pinched the bridge of his nose. “I was afraid of that.”

“Such a brotherly thing to do, encourage his little sister to be a little troublemaker.” She was smiling at them from her chair.

Both the men laughed quietly and returned the grin.

“I’m glad you heard that though, Echo, but I’m not sure we should tell Wrecker. I would hate to make him more worried about Tech. It was so sweet of him to worry about the medical care Tech is recieving. I know medical things bother Wrecker the most. I get the feeling he’d be really upset if he figured out that Tech might have let himself get hurt, intentionally. Wrecker’s got such a big heart.”

“Then let’s focus on the mission objectives,” Echo chimed in. “I’ve been thinking about whether we should team up with Rex for the intel part of the mission. I have a feeling he wouldn’t want to miss a chance to gather some intel on the Imperials while we have the chance.”

Hunter’s eyes focused on the floor lost in intense thought, the light of the console and the stillness and determination in his expression only highlighting the tattoo covering half his face.

After a few moments, he looks back up at Echo and nods. “Contact him. We will see what he says in the morning. Until then, you two need rest, this was supposed to be my watch after all,” he smirks, bidding them goodnight as Echo scomps into the comm system, and she exits the cockpit, yawning and ready for a good rest so they can develop a plan in the morning.

(Part 3)

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taglist: @bambambunny (FIRST time I've ever tagged anyone interested in my fics!!! YAY!!! And congrats to Johann for being the first one on the taglist!!!) (if I forgot to tag anyone, please message me! I don't have a full taglist yet, this is just whoever specifically asked to be tagged for this fic for now!)

#zenith writes #tbb tech #tech lives au #tech tbb #more infodumping sorry #i couldn't help it your honor #felt like Tech would want that so I just let it flow #tbb tech x reader #tech tbb x reader #tech lives #EnigmaTech

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lokislytherin · 1 year

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lookism dnd au?

if you see this and wanna art PLEASE i’m thinking of doing this for nanowrimo and actually making it novel-length and it would be cool to have concept art! of course with credit where credit is due i always give credit

#look i really wanna play dnd but i have no friends to play it with #if you play dnd! PLEASE #teach me your ways!#i don't have a name for my character yet but i think they're elf cleric possibly #lookism #lookism au #daniel park #jay hong #this entire au came into being bc i watched dnd: honor of thieves #rege jean page...#i'm not gonna spoil but he was so cool i wish he had more screentime #and i saw him leap into the air with a sword and the wide shot was so cinematic and #i just couldn't help but imagine jay with a sword #cape billowing behind him #leaping into battle to protect his liege (daniel)#jay with a sword!!!#i'm so obsessed with that idea #like yeah with his chaebol group upbringing he should be prince type but his personality fits knight type more #and he canonically has swords #dk if he can use them #i want to believe he can

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dmclemblems · 2 years

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fr tho, gotta love how ppl bitch about “the kingdom is problematic bc ppl are willing to die for their country and king and care about their duties”

but then you’ve got ladislava who is the same thing but turned up to eleven and has no character outside of that fact but nobody cares bc she’s not from faerghus

and you’ve got lorenz who dedicates himself to the commonfolk and would die for them bc he sees it as his explicit duty to ensure the protection of commoners to the point that if a commoner dies protecting him he genuinely believes he’s failed in his duty, but nobody cares bc he’s not from faerghus

#gotta love how blind ppl are to the allegiances of every other character when they just single mindedly hate one place #like if you're gonna argue smth or have a discussion at least know the facts of the places you're defending too #and if you're not defending and only saying smth abt another place then be ready to deal with comparisons #like the other day I had this guy arguing with me about faerghus' loyalty and how miklan can't be redeemed #but he couldn't deal with being wrong and kept changing topics or finding ways to try to be like #BUT PPL CAN RELATE TO XYZ WHICH IS THE OPPOSITE OF THIS #like... okay yeah but... ppl can also relate to zyx so what's the point of that argument #you can't argue something is flawed but then be presented with facts proving smth you're defending to also be flawed and #just pretend what you're arguing is the only thing wrong or not accept that what you're arguing just doesn't work #imagine being proven against an argument so you just switch to something else instead of admitting #that your argument (and a stereotypical one about an entire group of people i.e. country in this case)#is flawed itself bc you're trying to argue abt a whole nation's mentality and how you hate it but you don't hate #the mentality of the people who don't live there and have the exact same mentality #and on top of that like the whole Faerghus thing is an older generation thing bc like yeah Rodrigue is like that #but Felix isn't. Sylvain in Hopes only died in SB bc he went out angrily after revenge and died seeking revenge #not just bc he wanted his living friends to be safe. Sylvain is also not exactly ''knightly'' the way ppl say Faerghus soldiers are #he didn't consider it an honor to die for his country. he was just hoping his friends would be safe #and again he went into it thinking of revenge. it wasn't for some knightly duty or honor but bc he was still pissed abt Ingrid #Dimitri feels he has obligations and wants to help the commonfolk but he's suicidal as all fuck and also finds #no honor in dying the way Glenn died. Annette doesn't find anything particularly honorable and is just a family woman #Mercedes couldn't care less abt that stuff and is usually more worried abt Rhea and the Church #Ashe is a knight and is loyal but he doesn't really see ''honor'' in dying. he just would be willing to die to protect things important #to him. the only person in the current generation who avidly feels honor in old fashioned Faerghus standards is Ingrid #and let's not forget Leopold who... is also very much neck deep in loyalty and duty soooo #DCE Comments

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jeniffercheck · 8 months

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Remember when Logan tried to fire karolina? How do you think it would play out if shivlina were together? Would shiv defend her or would she only try to check on her/comfort her?

YES that scene from the script book haunts my thoughts daily. i think....at that point in the show it depends. if they're having an affair and it's lowkey rooted in canon, i don't think shiv would interrupt to defend her, but she would follow after once an appropriate amount of time has passed and she would def try to comfort karolina, esp because logan says he wasn't actually going to fire her once karolina is gone

if they're in a secret relationship...i think perhaps shiv would speak up and say something snarky, similar to the effect of gerri reminding logan that karolina knows to much to be fired like that, and then u know she would probably go check up on her. the only person who would find it suspicious is gerri tho bc since when does shiv stand up for people....

#i can see shiv being protective if they're in an established relationship #but s2 is hard bc shiv was also trying to stay on logan's good side #but she probably couldn't help it tbh #your honor...i love them #answered

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ozpins-halfway-house · 1 year

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listen if that prompt post was legit then I mean 👀

A coming home with the candy that B specifically told their kids they couldn't have.

Now THAT is the most Cloqwork thing I’ve ever seen, do with this as u will besties

(Masky you are so right!! I wasn't sure if you guys would want to send any prompts, but I'm so glad you did. I got this one 😎)

[Oz is standing in the kitchen, mixing his 2nd cup of cocoa of the day. Qrow walks in with several bags of groceries]

Mr. Oz: Hello, love.

Qrow: Hey, Oz. I got everything on the list you gave me. We should be all set for the week. [drops the bags on the table]

Mr. Oz: [looks through the bags quickly] Ah, excellent. Thank you, Qrow, I- [he pauses when he sees something else sticking out of the last bag] I see you also bought something a little extra.

Qrow: What?

Mr. Oz: [pulls out a large bag of candy] I told the children they weren't allowed to have the new candy until we got rid of what we already had.

Qrow: I thought you were kidding about that.

Mr. Oz: [laughs] Why would I joke about that?

Qrow: Because you do shit like this all the time to surprise them!

Mr. Oz: ...

Qrow: No comeback for that one, huh?

Mr. Oz: Alright, fine. But we're putting this away until the old stuff is gone-

Oscar: [walks in as Oz is hiding the new candy] [gasps] Is that the new flavor we were asking for.

Mr. Oz: [sighs, side-eyeing Qrow] Yes, it is. But as I said before, you have to get through the sweets we already have before you can try it.

Oscar: [eyes light up] Okay! Got it! [runs out of the room, footsteps receding upstairs]

Mr. Oz: [shouting after him] Oscar! You better not be planning on having everyone help you finish all of the old candy today just so you can try this one!

Oscar: [shouting back] No promises!

Mr. Oz: [looks at Qrow] See what you've done?

Qrow: [shrugs] Alright, fine. This one's on me.

#this got very long but i couldn't help myself i hope you like it #i love them your honor #answers of hope #ozpin #qrow branwen #oscar pine #oz's halfway house au #zac (admin)

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nell0-0 · 2 years

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You know, I started the Submas brainrot while fixating on Ingo, but somehow... I've started fixating on Emmet instead??? These twins, I swear-

#talk tag #submas #ingo #emmet #they're so shaped your honor #i couldn't help myself #i wanna draw/write Emmet dealing with his emotions properly #there's a lot of #EMOTIONAL DAMAGE #and I want to make him a little bit happier #he deserves it and y'all know it #so much angst for poor Emmet on submas content

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nihoniums-fantrolls · 2 years

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i was talking abt the trolls there, ya dingus. most of them are a little easier to talk to,

"Ha! As if I'd need the help of the kind of trolls to hang around libraries, lmao"

> A small fist hit Jack In the back of the head. The Man letting out a small 'ow!' as a short ginger girl stepped besides him.

"sorry, he's stupid. I've been talking to some but uh - I've been hesitant to tell them about being an alien here, ya know? Just being careful"

#niho's ask #ic #jack talks #elie talks #jack sister jumpscare #I'm sorry i couldn't help myself #they're siblings your honor

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yueebby · 6 months

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12:03 pm — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo tries to convince his first years that he was able to pull you.

contents. fluff, crack??, whipped!gojo, mentions of having a kid, he is SO in love with his wife it's disgusting, the first years are sick of their teacher

“[name] sensei is a good looking woman, isn’t she?” yuji remarked, nonchalantly propping his feet up on the desk. “you think so too, right gojo sensei?”

a sly smile played on the corners of gojo's lips, eventually blossoming into a wide, dreamy grin. “good eye yuji! she's undeniably the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

megumi, seated at the desk beside yuji, couldn't hide his grimace.

nobara's expression mirrored that of a disgruntled sea urchin. “dream big, you two. she’s way outta both of your leagues.”

“she is, isn’t she?” gojo sighs dreamily, his gaze far away. a dopey grin settles over his face; like a man walking on air. it was deeply unsettling to the first years to see a grown man behave this way.

megumi rolled his eyes and muttered his disapproval, choosing to ignore his sensei, who had casually seated himself backwards on a chair.

gojo propped his chin with both of his palms, leaning closer into the first years students. “do you think i’d stand a chance with a woman like her?”

megumi buried his face in his hands, audibly groaning in response.

“a sensible woman like that and you? fat chance.” nobara deadpanned, squinting disapprovingly at her teacher. her negative comments elicit a grunt from the snow-haired man.

yuji’s eyes flit nervously from kugisaki to gojo.

“sensei! i think you have a chance with [name] sensei!” yuji tried to reassure his white haired teacher, offering a thumbs-up. gojo responded by affectionately ruffling yuji’s hair.

megumi couldn’t help but speak up. “she’s a married woman, you know,” he mutters to his friend.

yuji’s eyes widened, “you’re kidding! who do you think got the honor?”

“but she’s so young!” kugisaki exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table.

their discussion is cut short when the shoji doors of the classroom slide open abruptly.

with hands on your hips, you stood sternly before your first year students and their teacher, an air of authority about you.

satoru couldn't help but gulp; you were indeed captivating when you were upset. it’s not his fault that you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and you puff up in anger.

“i waited for half an hour in the courtyard to start today’s lesson and yet here i find my students, along with their sensei who should be in kyoto for a meeting.” a wry smile graced your lips, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. the three first years bowed their heads in shame.

yuji thinks this is the first time he’s seen his teacher nervous. a bead of sweat appears on the side of gojo’s face.

“honey!” he quickly stands up and walks towards you. with every step he takes, nobara’s face scrunches up at his disgusting conduct.

“don’t.” you warned, raising a finger up to keep satoru at an arm’s length. he respected your wishes to some extent, grasping your hand and placing it within the hold of his own. the diamond on your ring finger glistened as satoru toyed with it.

gasps filled the room as yuji and nobara observed the display of affection. just how inappropriate could their sensei get, and why were you allowing it? what would your husband think?

satoru tenderly caressed your hand in his, cradling it as he leaned in closer. “please forgive me; it was an honest mistake.”

“honest mistake my ass. yaga told me that this is the second meeting you’ve skipped out this month,” you stated, peering fiercely into his blindfolded eyes. satoru’s cocky demeanor wavered, replaced by a nervous chuckle.

“the first time was when i took you to naha, remember?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “and if i remember correctly, you enjoyed our night out,” your eyes widened, recalling the romantic trip satoru had organized.

feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempted to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“forgive me?” his voice softened, lips curving downward, giving him the appearance of a dejected kitten.

a sigh escapes your lips. he was going to be the death of you.

“fine. but this is the last time,” you warned, “and you owe me for covering for you.”

satoru straightened up, nodding fervently. “have i mentioned how much i love you?” wrapping an arm around you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, despite your futile attempts to stop him.

“this is…” yuji’s jaw dropped.

“so inappropriate! shame on you!” nobara’s chair makes a harsh screech with how fast she leaves it to come to your aid.

“kugisaki–” you attempted to calm her down, but she clung to your elbow, desperately trying to pry you from satoru’s embrace.

satoru’s hold on you tightened as he wrapped his other arm around your frame, pulling you close. he plops his chin on top of your head and resists nobara’s attempts to free you. like hell he’s letting anybody take his girl, not even his own student.

“crushing on a married woman is one thing, but to openly flirt with her– ” kugisaki struggled. you tilt your head in confusion.

satoru’s strong arms flexed as he fought to maintain his hold on you. he nuzzled your neck. “’m fine right here,” he inhaled deeply, as if trying to take in as much of you as possible.

“[name] sensei! how can you stand there and let this man disrespect your marriage?!” nobara implored, wide-eyed, disregarding all respect she had for her teacher. “how will your husband react when he finds how gojo sensei behaves around you?” she looks desperate, and you want to laugh at the sincerity behind her actions. you get it now.

only your idiot husband would pull a stunt like this.

“i hope your husband can fight because i’m willing to fight him to the death for your hand,” satoru mutters from your neck. you take your hand from nobara’s shoulders to shove the six-foot-three giant away.

“you seriously didn’t tell them, satoru?” you ignored his whiney protests as you created distance between the two of you.

“tell us what?” kugisaki demanded. yuji was on the edge of his seat, nervously watching the unfolding scene, while megumi put his head down in embarrassment.

satoru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. uncertainty clouds your mind as his silence forebodes something. wetting his lips with his tongue, he quickly closed the gap between you, too fast for you to escape. a secure hand rested on your lower waist as your husband dipped you down to deepen the kiss.

had you not been so absorbed into the kiss, you would have heard the scandalized gasps from your students.

you managed to place a hand on his chest to separate yourselves, “satoru, stop.” his eyes remained fixed on your lips, but he complied.

“yuji, nobara.. satoru and i are–” you hold up your ring finger for display.

“happily married!” your husband finished for you, a triumphant smile on his face. he squeezed you close, throwing up a peace sign. “been madly in love since i met her!”

“what– no way! you pulled her?!” nobara spluttered, head whipping from satoru to you, unable to wrap her mind around the revelation.

yuji’s jaw is still on the floor, “megumi, you knew about this?!”

the sea urchin looks the other direction, avoiding his friends’ judgemental gazes.

��they… raised me.. sorta..” he mumbles under his breath. your heart melts at his confession. unlike you, the other first years don't take too kindly to his comment, as they start shaking him by the shoulder and starting their own interrogation.

“and we did a good job too! don’t you think we’re ready for our own?” satoru smiles down at you jokingly, his hands snaking around your waist and his hands sneaking onto your stomach. he leaves a couple of soft pats.

“you’re cuter when you’re quiet, y’know?” you whispered. taking advantage of your students' attention on megumi, you place a single finger on his lips, hoping your husband does not notice the way your face feels like it is on fire.

he does.

“no need to be shy now,” satoru said, grinning wolfishly, “we’ll continue this at home.”

your face flushes even deeper.

unbeknownst to you, the first years had fallen silent, observing how gojo whispered in your ear, successfully turning you into a flustered mess. perhaps they should give more credit to their sensei.

notes. not proof read (oh no). this was just a random scenario that has been plaguing my mind during halloweekend so i typed it on my phone at a party LOL this is me desperately trying to get out of my writing slump

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x reader #gojou x reader

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yan-maid-cafe · 27 days

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Yandere Imposter

Imagine a yandere that pretends to be someone else...

You and your husband hadn't been close in years. A rotten drunkard that spent all day rotting away on the couch. When the two of you got married, you genuinely thought things would be perfect, he was such a sweet guy. But things just went downhill from there.

He was a sleeze bag. Spending all day drinking and refusing to work. Forcing you to get a job to support you both, but he couldn't even bother being somekind of househusband. No, he expected you to get off of work clean the house for him and still cook him dinner everyday. You felt more like his mother than his wife. And it was getting on your last nerve.

So imagine your surprise when you walk into the house one day, the smell of cheap booze and cigarette smoke gone. Instead replaced with the smell of soup?

The place was oddly spotless as you made your way into the kitchen, and there standing at the stove was your husband. Wearing an apron as he stirred the food in the pot. It was unnerving, if you knew anything about your husband it was that he refused to even step foot in the kitchen unless it was to eat. As if sensing your presence, he quickly turned around a smile spreading on his face. Was it just you or were his teeth whiter than usual?

Walking over he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, burying his face into your neck. A look of happiness on his face as he held you close.

"I'm so happy you're finally home, Dear. I went ahead and made dinner, you just go sit down and I'll be right over."

Since when had he called you pet names? You couldn't help but check his tempature, wondering if he was running a fever of somekind. Why else would he be acting so out of character suddenly. But he simply laughed off your worry and ushered you towards your seat. Immediantly serving you dinner with a blissful smile, a smile you had never seen on his face. You were so confused...

The night just continued on like that. One weird occurance after another. It felt like you were with a stranger, someone nothing like your husband yet identical to him. You felt like you were going mad, until night eventually came. Bringing you to bed, you and your husband lied down together. Except unlike everynight since your honeymoon, he pulled you closer. Snuggled up next to you as he whispered softly in your ear, almost bringing tears to your eyes.

"I'm so sorry for the way things have been all these years. You never deserved any of it. But as long as I'm here, I'll treat you perfect..."

Edan had always hated his brother. Despite looking identical, they couldn't have been more different. And it felt like his brother was always out to make his life difficult. If Edan got on the football team, his brother was the quaterback. If Edan got a B, his brother got an A. If Edan got honor roll, his brother got valedictorian. And eventually when Edan felt like he had met his soulmate his dear brother had to marry them. He could never win. It was all too much.

Especially when Edan began to take a closer look into the life his brother had stolen away from him. He was disgusted. Working his beloved like a dog day and night. Treating them as nothing more than a servant meant to do whatever was demanded of them, not giving them the life they deserved. The day he snapped came when he saw his beloved leave for work, continuing to stay near the house. He watched as his brother stepped out of the house hours later, walking over to one of the neighboring apartment doors and knocked on it. A scantily clad individual opening the door and ushering him inside. He saw red...

How foolish did that idiot have to be. Stealing away the life that Edan deserved, only to not even appreciate it. He got the privilege to lay beside perfection every night, and he still ran into the arms of some worthless harlot. He couldn't stand it. His beloved didn't deserve this mistreatment, and his brother didn't deserve their love. But what was he supposed to do about it...

He had never been so happy that the two were identical...

All it took was a little makeover and a swap of IDs for the two to look the exact same again. Now if he was ever found, Edan would be dead. He had to clean up all the blood from the floor, he might have gone a bit overboard but years of hatred and frustration will do that to a person.

But it was all worth it in this moment. Holding his beloved close to his chest as the two lay together, it was a dream come true. Burying his face in their hair, he continued to whisper to them, arms wrapped tightly around their body so that they couldn't get up. They never had to know.

" You'll get the life you deserve. We'll both get the lives we deserve, no matter what..."

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere imposter #yandere oc #female reader #fem reader

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