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respectthepetty · 5 months
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You're American?!
Anon, this is the expression I feel you had while you wrote that sentence.
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Yes. Yes, I am American. What gave it away? Me stating all the time I'm American (rural Southwest, Catholic, bisexual, a slut, Hispanic/Black, a Leo, a vegetarian) or was it the way I spell "colors"?
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For an aging millennial who knows better, I actually offer up way too much information in the tags. So . . . fuck it, let me offer up more - I was born in Japan due to America's strategic colonization in over 80 countries (aka my father was in the Air Force), so my first passport has a picture of a week-old me! Whenever I renew my license or fill out any type of legal paperwork, I have to present five documents to prove my American citizenship since I was born in a regular Japanese hospital instead of the one on the American base. When I travel, internationally or domestically, it never fails that I get held up because my passport is American, my place of birth is Japan, and my place of residency is . . . just know people don't realize it's an American state. I travel often, but I think about two years ago, I might have fucked an international criminal at a Canadian music festival because I got held up in the Montreal airport for hours trying to leave and since then, I always have to go to the counter to print out my boarding pass and I always get asked additional questions. Odd, but if the criminal was who I think it was, the sex was worth it.
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The dyslexic urge to gatekeeper Wylan Van Eck
The sexually traumatised girl urge to gatekeeper Inej Ghafa
The plus sized girl urge to gatekeeper Nina Zenik
The touch averse urge to gatekeeper Kaz Brekker
The internalised shame urge to gatekeeper Matthias Helvar
The running away from my problems urge to gatekeeper Jesper Fahey
I am actually so strong for being rational and not saying 'no one understands them like I do' 24/7
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minustwofingers · 7 months
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re: my last post abt rockstar!ellie: ok i can already see it…journalist!reader who‘s fresh out of school and wants to write for a different column, one that will make people take her seriously (politics, intl events, science) but gets typecast as a pop culture writer and is stuck with going to events she doesn’t care about, talking to people she thinks are insufferable…rockstar!ellie just so sick of the press tour after releasing her newest hit album…journalist!reader who finds herself actually getting nervous while interviewing her…rockstar!ellie noticing her notifs blow up after their interview airs with people pointing out the tension…
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applesontheground · 2 years
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Hey! Ik this is weird and all but can you write about Patrick Bateman cheating on you with a random person and y/n finds out and leave Patrick for Paul Allen and Patrick doesn’t like that so he stalks y/n everyday and then one day kill Paul Allen?
ooh, okay! i really liked this prompt ngl... i hope you enjoy it as much as i did thinking it up lol!!
always coming and you'd never have a clue 💼
NSFW | Word Count: 1,323 | Patrick Bateman x GN Reader
contains canon typical/hints of violence, A LOT OF INFIDELITY, implied stalking+paranoia, phone sex, masturbation, as always patrick bateman comes as his own warning
🎼: x
Calling this a rebound was an understatement, and you realized that the more people you slept with from the same firm, the harder it would be to get out as a whole. Still, you had to move on, and the first step to doing that was to snuff whatever this had become between you and Paul Allen.
Fidelity was not a game many people liked to play. It didn’t take someone who worked within Pierce & Pierce to know that. Across the street, you fiddled with PR disasters that had fallen from grace and came from all directions, stumbling into your hands from those who had no place to be in the public eye. The fact you still found out the inner workings of your neighbors’ social caste was rather funny, almost fitting, but what could you say?
You knew people. You knew them well.
It had started with the affair with VP Patrick Bateman, someone who was anything but what he seemed on a surface level. You wouldn’t think that those profane thoughts – sick desires of his that drowned any normalcy in his mind and alienated him from the world at large – would be his most striking feature. Even now, you hadn’t spoken in two months and his voice still hung in your mind. It was as though he haunted the streets you walked to and from home and the workplace.
Always out of sight, you’d glance over one shoulder and the reflection in the window would startle you. Most mornings, you could still imagine the angle of his jaw, the lifeless brown eyes that made you cringe in a secondhand terror that intrigued you all the same. You’d never say it aloud, but he still brought a strange side out of you. As though you had to keep reigning back into what made you human, reminding yourself of ‘standards’.
Not enough standards to keep from sleeping with Allen, but nonetheless a line that you had to insist on until it was true.
How Paul had known things were on the rocks with Bateman, you weren’t sure. Word got around almost as easy as everyone seemed to cheat on each other, especially when it was part of your job to know others’ business. In the context of your work, you realized a client was in hot water for also being charmed by that well-kept smile, and those pristine features that had strung you out all the same. It was what brought you to hold stifled breath in your throat from one too many cocktails on a Friday evening, an invitation for Allen to stroll up and ask what you were doing letting yourself have a night alone.
It should’ve been the first sign something went sideways when he hadn’t been at work for a few days. There’d be no luck trying to pry the details from his coworkers, seemingly unable to hold a conversation that wasn’t about personal gain or how nice you looked that particular day. You knew the glassy eyes, the ‘He’s just out of town, went on business to London for the week. Did you see what happened with…’
The phone rang at your desk, making you throw your current paper packet down and hover over its cradle for a second with a careful hand. Half-convinced it would be the police wanting to question when you had last seen him, likely hearing you had slept with him just a few nights prior, you picked it up.
“[Y/N] [L/N], PR consultant. How can I-”
“Did you hear that I killed him?”
He didn’t even let the façade rest in the receiver as he spoke to you. The first time in two months. You couldn’t deny that honest twinge that you rarely heard from anyone this side of the block. It wasn’t necessarily afraid, but it trembled to have heard you had actually spoken, and that you were hanging on long enough to stay on the line. You swallowed hard, giving a cautious glance to your closed office door as you asked, “B-Bateman?”
“[Y/N], I couldn’t stand the way he thought he had you around his finger. I knew he didn’t, and I’m positive that you know it too. I showed him what that really meant to get a one-up on me. I fucking murdered him, and I loved every goddamn second of it.”
That terror gripped you right in the stomach, like your muscles pressed it into your spine while you adjusted in your chair. Forgetting the passing coworkers outside, the blinds half-closed so they wouldn’t see anything besides your downcast eyes at your desk, you sucked in a breath and realized this fear was making that muscle within your core also clench together, stimulating that part of you had hidden away.
“...H-How did you do it?” You asked, wedging your shoulder up to hold the phone while your hand traveled underneath the desk. With a sharp breath, he chuckled on the other end. “I knew you’d understand, [Y/N]. You see, I took an axe, made sure it was perfectly set in my hands, and...well, I threw it straight into his back. Simple maneuver, got him right where I wanted.” His trained tone, still between deep breaths in order to keep from going manic and drown in laughter, your nails gently scratched against your thigh. Not yet, he has to take it further.
A stifled cough made your eyes snap ahead again, realizing you weren’t the only one thinking about it. The next exhale was a thoughtful hum, just close enough to recognize it wanted to be a moan. “I thought about you, the way I wish I could rub all that blood over you.” He sighed shakily again, “And you know what, [Y/N]? I know I could make you lose it. More than Allen ever would, anyways.”
“Lose it, hm?” Your voice hit a lower note, one of less lust and more thoughtful fascination. Something you wore so well with him, and he would never admit it but it compelled him to keep going.
“Believe me. I'll show you what a real heathen looks like.” A sharp wince, one you knew came from him holding his cock in a vice less of a disciplined lover and more akin to a meticulous killer, sounded before he then asked, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Bateman, are you touching yourself right now?” You prodded despite knowing too well. You swallowed hard, and brought your voice to a murmur to show your own soft spot, hand clasping your sex and giving it a generous rub, “Because even after being with Allen, he really couldn’t do it like you. You know that, too, so stop a-”
He only responded with another question. “What are you doing after work?” It was almost like he was snapped out of the trance, being caught making the mask of sanity fall back into place in the possibility of vulnerability; his own flaws unable to swallow him if he simply overpowered them. Before you could answer, he insisted, “Meet me at 7PM. At the penthouse, and don’t you dare go out.” He inhaled deeply again, “If you do, I’ll fucking find you. Do you understand me?”
You asked yourself if this was really about to happen. This was his peak of what you knew of him: he only asked questions to create an illusion to you, make you feel like you had a choice. “Sure thing, Bateman.” You replied, and you heard him hang up before the last syllable of his name left your mouth.
It was enough to get you to take your coat and stand from your desk, and then flex your thigh muscles to hide the way your legs were shaking from the force. Teasing yourself only made your will weak, your ability to rationalize slip. 
When you caught the glimpse of yourself in the window again, you almost imagined another face looking back at you.
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capinejghafa · 1 month
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My anxieties have me sometimes overstepping when people talk because I want to say what I need to say and be done with it. Alternatively, I overthink everything and stay quiet until it's too late to say anything.
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trippingfeels · 4 months
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i just figured out that i'm aegosexual. i just found out that That is the word for it. oh my god. i have been confused for decades.
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wigglesforonce · 8 days
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soooo funny watching the f1 ‘classic races’ series for the 1999 european gp and seeing villeneuve straight up lie abt the f1 teams cheating w the race start (using an audio signal bf the lights go off to get a head start) and talking abt ‘the clutch was starting to bite’ and ‘they had to put more and more clutch pedal in and that’s why they [top 7 cars including himself] started moving’
like buddy ur not fooling anyone (except jolyon palmer who immediately agreed with said statement and asked further questions)
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semiotomatics · 11 days
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sometimes i think of something i wanna make a post abt and then i think. yknow what. maybe i shouldnt share that with 1600 ppl, most of them complete strangers
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trainingdummyrabbit · 10 months
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they should invent a shower you can lie down in
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byanyan · 8 months
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when u write an entire novel about one aspect of ur oc in response to like one singular sentence..... that's it, that's what plotting with me is like
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zibiscusloon · 1 year
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I thank you all for sticking around even though my posts have been highly inconsistent lately. I’m working towards getting better and I have had you all as motivation to improve 💕💕💕
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ndostairlyrium · 11 months
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✨ OC Tag Game ✨
I was tagged by @greypetrel to roast my OCs make Sophie's Choice kind of decisions but these are some fun decisions 👌 thank you so much dear!! Also I'm stealing the magenta and purple color scheme because I'm obsessed lol
I'm tagging here so y'all can avoid this monsterpost and go straight to the tag game lol @underneathestars @sparatus @daggerbean @bruxbea @n7viper @transprincecaspian @that-one-halfwit and those whose name starts with J.
I had to dig deep in my personal can of worms so grab a drink, a bunch of popcorns and a new pair of eyes because this is going to be one of the longest posts I've ever made. I'm not joking, I'm apologizing :'D
Favourite OC:
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Ankh/Lav. I played favorites since I created this space and I have no problem exposing my horrible self lol She's the perfect person for me, always challenging herself without being afraid of failure. Even if she has some terrible flaws, she does her best to process them in a mature way. Writing her helped me a lot coming to terms with some things in my personality that I despised :'D she pesters influences the two realms of being, basically. Also she's gorgeous, isn't she? *pinches cheeks* bella de mamma 💛
Newest OC:
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HER. The icon, the legend, the witch of the needle. Adra, trans-woman, city elf, much bitch, such stylist. She calls people by titles she invents on the spot based off their personality (which is a thing that cannot be transferred into the english language since titles aren't a thing ;; sigh), she's one that states what's wrong with you right in your face, and she's constantly in pain because of her job - one day is her back, the other it's the eyes, but somehow humidity is always involved. She calls herself old but she's not that old, like, she's in her 60s << anyway, she takes advantage of it a lot for her own entertainment. Coming from the Denerim alienage for then moving to Highever, she has had all the experiences one can think of so she appears a bit skeptical when it comes to big scale projects born from righteous ideals. However she seems to believe in the Inquisition. Well, she trusts its leader and her work, but she's a fereldan through and through so she's leaning more on a "I'm gonna judge the overalls when I see the results" attitude. So far, she's satisfied, but she'll never express it. Queen Anora #1 fangirl.
Oldest OC:
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Rhian, daughter of Beathan ...who at the beginning was a Lord of the Rings OC but then she turned into something I'm using for a personal project with a medieval fantasy setting, so now she's running free and untied from a beloved franchise :'D weee There is some bisexual awakening going on but it's actually a story about found family, gender roles, and honesty. I'll get back to it at some point. Hopefully. She's the Mulan of my roster, pretending to be a man to join the local army and having to deal with a big menace while questioning her faith on authority. She's very brave, caustically sarcastic, an average soldier, and has loud opinions that always put her in trouble. Also she's a capricorn, she can open jars and she will let you know until she dies.
Meanest OC:
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Lenore fucking Shepard WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED LMAO She's manipulative, controlling, outright nasty towards pyjaks, and would 100% push you towards the zombie horde as bait if that means she gets to save herself plus her squad. She does have a few reedeeming qualities but it's not even slightly enough to grant her a "maybe she's good on the inside" consolation prize. To be fair, she's the most emotional character of the bunch, super sensitive towards children and people that can't fight for themselves. The ones she likes, yeah, but still! Hands down my favorite store on the Citadel <3
Softest OC:
All of th--
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Absolutely him. Mr. Rivelli. Wiccan, chemistry genius, chainsmoker, incapable of interfacing himself emotionally with those surrounding him. He's quite the introvert, but he daydreams like a pro and he's very passionated about his interests. He can't look at people in the eye, but he's the most loving and communicative plant dad one could think of <3 He's a soft boy, he just has a lonely nature. He's part of a project called "The Wedding Planner", it's a boy meets boy story, both of the main characters are in their thirties and there's a "what am I doing with my life" type of approach to the plot. It's a 30 years old / mid life crisis type of story, basically, with a wedding. The wedding is important. Very. It makes it cheesy. We worship cheese in this household.
Most Aloof/Standoffish OC:
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Absolutely him, and it's a coping mechanism. Castor "Cass" Actius never shows emotions because he bottles all them up. And it's a long bottle - he's very tall. I was torn between soft and aloof in this case, but he's definitely one that acts like he's the calmest but in truth he's screaming internally all the time. Probably one of the characters I can relate to the most lol He's all legs and sugars, has a thing for tea, he's the fourth of four siblings and probably the most well adjusted out of them - which says a lot about the state of his family considering he's clinically depressed and an addict << He's a great leader, calm and detached, also he doesn't seem very approachable at first. At second as well, and at third, and at... But he's a cool person with big mom energy. If you're under his command, prepare to be scolded frequently, but also to be defended strenuosly in front of his superiors because you're perfect and you did nothing wrong, never in your life!! Best baker of the bunch, sorry Hawke.
Dumbest (affec-- lmao they wish!!) OC:
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These three. They all trusted the apostate. On a scale from Stupid to "I trampled on my feet and now the kitchen is on fire" however, Ela is definitely the one sitting on the ambulance with a blankie on her shoulders. Here, have a banner all for yourself, dumbelina <3
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Although I'm talking about that kind of stupidity that makes you look like a fool during situations that require a little bit of foresight or planning. She basically winged some of the most important decisions during the Blight, the others were taken because of her strong sense of honor and justice, but like You can't apply that all the time and then go surprised pikachu face when people call you out for being impulsive.
Smartest OC:
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Him. Hands down. Serge "Twinkles" R'lyeh. He's MacGyver with the sensitivity of Tori Amos, also he's your therapist and your sugar daddy at the same time. He's an aerospace engineer turned infiltrator turned spy turned college teacher turned practical fx specialist turned distinguished officer during the war turned loving husband and best uncle... Like, there's so much to him! He lived a tons of lifetimes at once because he's talented brilliant incredible amazing showsto-- Probably the second favorite, because he seems like he's perfect but he has a problem taking responsibilities. He's also very childish, egocentric, he second guesses you as if it was a competitive sport when it comes to things he can do better, and his mouth is the envy of every sailor from here to the Attican Traverse - because he swears a lot but also for the other reason *cough* I kinda loved having to deal with someone that was on top of many skills, it made so much room for planning a big downfall <3 oh, and he fell. Hard. I'm gonna stop but know that I would keep writing about him for other 30-40 paragraphs, gushing and blabbering incoherently because he's my special self absorbed space kitty, trust me on that. I'll just say that he built a working real life deluminator when he was a fluff. he smort
OC I'd probably be friends with:
None of them, they're terrible people with a lot of problems and I made them like that so if I had to meet them they'd ki--
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It's them. Ankh and Kerry. Who else? I need the extrovert friend who ignores my rain checks and comes to my doorstep with a pile of books concerning the strangest topics, and the chill friend who can cook a brilliant pasta while he listens to me complaining about the post office. Also, they're the ones I'm the least afraid of. On a more serious note, they have a huge deal of compassion and care; he's an empath, she's an active listener. Also I vibe with creative people that show a huge passion for what they're doing, plus I wouldn't mind having to bury some animal bones from time to ti-- cook and bake. I like to roam around the kitchen with my friends and talk about whatever. We talk a lot in this household <<
This was a lot and I'm sorry but y'all read the introduction of this blog, the blorbos are my Jub-Jub Bouvier and I can't help myself :'DDD
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okay but the irony of wille confiding to his therapist that he was taught to keep private things private even as the deepest, darkest parts of him are dragged kicking and screaming into the spotlight, and he's forced to address them before he's even figured out anything about himself
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devilofthepit · 1 year
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i <3 being true and genuine
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minterim · 4 months
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just had my dad admit to me that even though he's fully aware of how much his alcoholism hurts me and my mum and brother he refuses to quit drinking outright because he likes it. cool
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wigglesforonce · 3 months
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i’m cooking up a driver tier list i fear may make me have to change my pfp amongst other things….
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