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glossysoap · 6 months
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pssst im dropping this and then running-
rtc!ghoap finding reader after they “deactivated” hydra’s control to their darling. and someone interferes with their secure comm link on a mission and they have to watch in rapt horror as reader becomes a winter solider once again. rtc!ghoap unable to help them through the mental breaking down.
n e wayssss hi glossyyy how’re you doing💕
DIVINE <33
oh???? OH????????? MY GOD
OK I PROMISE I PROMISEEEE that i’ll be doing a whole ass drabble for this and OF COURSE adding it into the fic so for right now take these ramblings <3
referring to y/n as “you” for my own convenience lol also if you want an expanded scene from any part of this just let me know! wink that smut mention wink
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tags: mentions of torture, brainwashing, etc. tease at smut. ghoap being protective. also i’m so so sorry for taking so long with content hskajdks there’s just been so much going on and i’ve been having a hard time coping with it but i hope this kind of makes up for my absence? idk :)
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It all started, your behavior started changing, when the mission was announced in the conference room. The Task Force was gathered in that room to brief on the intel and targets that needed to be taken out. You were the first of the force to take a seat at the table, leaving plenty of other seats available for everyone else. But of course, Ghost and Soap sat with you. Ghost on your left side, Soap on your right. Even though, after everyone was seated, there were four empty seats. But they always followed you, gravitated to you.
Ghost and Soap’s hands itched to touch you as the meeting began. They wanted to hold your hands, caress your clothed thigh. anything.
Meanwhile, when Ghost and Soap were glancing at you, their eyes burning into your face — you were analyzing the situation. Starting with Price. Every furrow of his brows, every clench of his jaw and intonation to his voice. You noticed how Price paused before reading the file aloud. Most of all, you noticed how Price heaved a shaky sigh, blue eyes darting to you before scanning the documents. Your brow would furrow, he almost seemed nervous about this mission — especially because you were involved in it.
Only a moment later, you would find out why Price was nervous about the mission and you joining it. “This mission is taking place in Russia. Vladivostok, to be exact.” Which is the city HYDRA took you to.
And they all knew it. you could feel everyone’s eyes on you, especially the ones on your left and right. But you paid them no mind. You simply took the files from Price’s outstretched hand and began reading it.
You weren’t fragile. You weren’t defenseless. You were a fucking war machine. You weren’t just going to tuck tail and run at the mention of the Russian city you were held prisoner in.
So while you held firm and unshaken, Ghost and Soap were reeling. They couldn’t even focus on anything else during that meeting. Every detail, every single word that came from price’s mouth went in one ear and out the other. All they could think about was that you would be going back to that same city you were held captive in. You would be going right back to the lions den.
They were so scared that somehow you would get taken again. Somehow, you would get hurt again. You would get snatched right out of their lives again.
You’re not nervous as much as you are shutting yourself down. Reverting back to that mindset you were in for two years, the mindset where your survival is what matters most. Acting like a caged animal — only speaking when spoken to, following orders like a robot, not an ounce of humor. Never any reaction to Soap’s jokes or Gaz’s quips. Always brushing off Ghost’s calls for concern.
It didn’t go unnoticed. Soap would be dejected when he noticed you closing yourself off from the team, building those walls back up again. He would find himself reaching for you only to see that you were out of his reach — literally and figuratively. He just wanted to pull you into his warm arms and hold you tight, until your walls crumbled around you and you relented into his hold. He wanted to cup your face in his gentle hands and pull you into a kiss, pouring every ounce of desperation and passion into it.
Ghost could tell you were isolating yourself from everyone — and he would want to put a stop to that, immediately. Him and Soap had made so much progress with you. They had broken down your walls and convinced you to let them in. Ghost could just see you building those walls up again, brick by brick. He wanted to just drag you to their shared room and pull you out of that headspace. He wanted to grip your jaw and force you to look at him, really look at him, instead of avoiding eye contact or using those blank stares. He wanted to smash his lips to yours and swallow any of your worries. He wanted to feel you melt in his arms while he slotted his mouth against yours, holding your face in his hands — just like he would before you were captured, cupping your face and checking that you were unharmed. He wanted to be your shelter from the storm outside. Especially because he couldn’t stop you from being taken in the first place.
He wanted to storm into Price’s office and demand for you to be taken off the roster for this mission. He wants to keep you here, unharmed and out of HYDRAs clutches.
He wanted to finish that damned mission, get in and get out. He wanted to kill any Russian soldier that entered his sights, almost as if that would ever avenge everything that happened to you.
He wanted to come back to you after the mission, storming back to your room with Soap in tow. Both still wearing their gear, all sweaty and bloodied, not even bothering to shower yet. They would slam your door shut behind them and lock it, before grabbing your face in his hands and crashing his lips to yours. Whoever wasn’t kissing you breathless would be flush against your back, his chest pressed up against you. He would be leaving wet kisses down the span of your neck, his hands grazing up and down your chest and stomach.
They wanted to worship you. They wanted to force you into giving a shit about yourself, and your happiness. Your safety.
Whether that would come in the shape of them marking you on every inch of your body, leaving love bites on your most sensitive areas, or pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, making you cry in pleasure and overstimulation — they would happily do either if it meant you would stay with them. If it meant you would stay unharmed.
They wanted to just pull you in their arms and keep you away from the horrors of the world that you had already experienced.
But they knew they couldn’t do that. They couldn’t just derail the whole mission because of their feelings.
The weight of the mission caught up with them, and before they knew it, the task force were in the plane on the way to Vladivostok.
You stepped onto the plane and looked for a seat. You saw that Ghost and Soap were on one side of the plane, strapped in with their duffel bags by their feet. Their eyes darted to you, and as much as you loved them, you were in no mood or headspace to talk. Especially when you knew that they would talk your ears off about their worries with HYDRA. They would fill your own head with their worries about your safety. You just wanted to spend the flight in casual silence, unburdened by their nerves and worries.
Your wishes were answered by Gaz waving you over to where he sat on the opposite side of the plane. “Oi, y/n! Wanna go over our plans one more time?”
You would head over to gaz with your duffel bag slung over your shoulder, before sitting down next to him and setting your bag down on the seat next to you.
Gaz pulled out his tablet so it would look like you two were going over mission plans, but then he leaned in to whisper to you.
“I figured you wouldn’t wanna be stuck next to them for the whole flight, with how tense they are.” He gave you a knowing nudge. He was always perceptive. He could easily tell that you were in no position to dwell on the anxieties and problems that will arise when you touch down in russia.
“You’re a life saver, Garrick.” You grinned.
About ten hours later, the plane touched down in Vladivostok.
Everyone got up from their seats and picked up their duffel bags, slinging them over their shoulders.
Everyone filed out of the plane, with you behind Price and Gaz, and Ghost and Soap behind you.
The moment you stepped off that plane, you felt a chill run down your spine. You could tell yourself that it was from the chilly weather and the snow crunching at your feet, but you knew that it was your bodies natural reaction to returning to where your trauma took place. You didn’t let it show, though. You just kept following Price.
Meanwhile, while you were holding your head up high and appearing utterly unfazed, Ghost and Soap had their eyes on you the entire time. Watching for any signs of your walls crumbling down. Any bricks falling, any cracks in the foundation of the barrier you had built back up.
They watched for any falter, any wince or tremor. Any sign of your nerves or terror or anxiety. They looked at your hands, to see if you were clenching your fists or picking at the skin around your nails. They looked at your chest, to see if your breath was picking up with panic. Finally, they looked at your face, to see if your eyes were widened or if your lips were trembling. They were practically at your heels in case you needed help from them. In case you had an anxiety attack, they would be right there for you - ready to hold your face in their hands and stare into your eyes and reassure you that you would be alright and nothing would happen to you. If you fainted from pure panic, they would be right there to catch you before you hit the snow.
But there was nothing. No sign of panic or nerves, no terror or anxiety. You looked just fine. Perfectly prepared to execute this mission to the fullest of your ability.
On the inside, your senses went in overdrive. You could hear every crunch of the snow beneath the boys’ boots. Every huff and grunt as they hiked through the cold terrain. Every click as they loaded their guns and checked the ammunition. You could hear so much. Too much. Most of all, you could hear your heart pound in your ears, so so loudly. Just as it did every single day in that bunker in Russia.
Your mind and body were running on pure instinct. It was running on every skill and lesson that HYDRA had taught you — had forced into you. Fight. Kill. Eliminate.
Your brain was filled with different methods of execution. You imagined curbstomping a Russian soldier’s brains in, their blood and brain matter covering your combat boot. You imagined jumping down from a roof, landing on a Russian soldiers shoulders before snapping his neck, a loud crack hitting your ears. You imagined catching a Russian soldier’s neck in your metal grip, watching the color drain from his face as you squeezed and squeezed. You imagined every single possible way to take an opponents life.
It made you feel in control. It even calmed you.
Soon, the Task Force arrived to the first intel point - a warehouse. You and Gaz were leading the way into the warehouse, starting out on the roof. Price, Ghost and Soap would be on standby, hiding next to a few abandoned cars.
Gaz would use his tablet to get the heat signature of anyone inside, revealing it to be full of Russian soldiers. You would be the first to drop into the building because of your advanced skill and your fluency in the Russian language.
You identified a hatch on the roof that you could use to drop in, before reaching for your radio to update Price, Ghost and Soap.
“Found a hatch on the roof, I’m going inside.” You reported, not waiting for a response as you swung inside and grabbed one of the pipes running along the ceiling.
On the other side of the comms, Ghost pressed on his radio to respond. But his voice never went through.
So instead of the British voice belonging to Ghost, you heard an accent that made your blood run cold. The accent that flooded your headphones was Russian.
You tightened your grip on the pipe to prevent yourself from falling to the floor in shock.
You used your other hand to try shutting off your comms but that voice began talking before you could succeed.
On the other side of the comms were Price, Ghost and Soap. Still hiding behind those abandoned cars as they scrambled to turn off their comms, in hopes to stop the hijacker in their tracks. But no matter how many times they shut the comms off, that Russian voice just kept speaking.
The Russian voice in your ears droned on, barking out the very words that had controlled you for your entire captivity.
“Желание.” Longing. “Ржавый.” Rusted.
As each word hit your ears, your grip on the pipe faltered until finally you let go. You fell from the ceiling and landed on your feet, your boots hitting the floor with a thud.
“Печь.” Furnace. “Рассвет.” Daybreak.
You were met by multiple Russian soldiers surrounding you, all with their guns drawn and ready to attack.
One soldier caught your eye, though. He had his gun drawn just like the rest of them, but he wasn’t wearing a Russian ensemble. No red beret or flag representing Russia. He was so familiar that it almost made you wince. It almost reduced you down to that wide eyed, trembling state you were in when hydra captured you.
His hair was black and styled into a point and his jaw was clenched. His eyes were dark, rid of any emotion besides anger and sick satisfaction. His voice was gruff and gravelly, with an accent that lived in the deepest recesses of your brain ever since you escaped hydra.
Suddenly, you remembered him. You remember him storming into your HYDRA cell every day. You remember him sending shocks throughout your body, with a single press of a button on that damn remote.
That man who was right in front of you, speaking into your headset, was your handler. Brock Rumlow.
His hand was on his ear piece as he spoke into his mic. You watched as the words he spoke melded perfectly with the words being fed through your comms.
“Семнадцать.” Seventeen. “Доброкачественный.” Benign.
By now, Gaz had met with the rest of the task force at those abandoned cars. They were all watching his tablet that was connected to that warehouse’s security footage — where they had a perfect view of you being surrounded by Russian soldiers.
They all watched you wince with every word, as if struck by electricity. All of those signs of panic that they were looking for previously? They were showing clear as day right now. Your chest was heaving and your jaw was clenched, lips pulling back in a snarl as you fought tooth and nail to resist giving in.
They all watched with bated breath as the HYDRA soldier barked out your trigger words. Your metal hand kept clenching and unclenching, the metal ridges rippling.
“Stop.” You growled, voice filled simultaneously with anger and desperation. Desperation not to be dragged back to that bunker, back to HYDRAs clutches. Desperation to stay with your Task Force, with your boys, so you could have one last chance to let them in. To stop taking them for granted because you were too scared.
But he didn’t stop. Your eyes watered as he kept talking, kept feeding you those trigger words. You could feel your brain ache and throb with every word, as if it knew it was going to be reprogrammed again. As if it knew it was going to be hooked up to that machine and electrocuted again.
“Девяdть.” Nine.
Ghost and Soap were panicking. You were getting reactivated right in front of their eyes. Soon you would be stuck back in that emotionless state, doomed to only care about the mission. They would lose you again. For what felt like the millionth time.
They also felt frozen. They knew that they could just dart forward and rip the comms headphone from your ears and stomp on the device, rendering those words pointless. But they just couldn’t move. Their feet felt glued to the wood beneath them, legs feeling heavy as if filled with lead. They couldn’t breathe. Tears pricked Soap’s eyes, red rimming the whites of his eyes as he could only watch you being violated. As your mind was being hijacked, just like those damn comms.
Ghost was angry. Angry that those Russians could still effect you even after all this time. He was angry that those comms got hacked, and he blamed himself so bad. Those were his comms. You were reaching out to him. And he failed you. Even if he didn’t mean to, he still did it.
Their throats tightened and their hearts sunk as they saw tears track down your cheeks. Soap’s lips trembled when you sniffled. Ghost’s fists balled when you sobbed.
They felt like they were watching the footage of your capture all over again. They had to watch you cry and experience searing pain, just like they had to watch that two years ago. Your mind was being torn apart and rewired with every word Rumlow spoke, each word bringing you closer to that brainwashed state.
Wasting no more time, the Task Force left their post at the abandoned cars and broke into a sprint towards the warehouse. They needed to be ready to take down the Russians and get you back with them, no matter what state you were in.
“Возвращение на родину.” Homecoming.
Their backs were flush against the wooden door of the warehouse as Rumlow continued talking.
Ghost’s hand darted out as if it had a mind of it’s own, grabbing Price’s radio. “Y/N! Listen to me! You can fight this!” Ghost, no — Simon, shouted into the radio. “That’s right, Y/N! Stay with us, please. Listen to us!” Johnny shouted into it next. Simon watched you on the tablet, pleading for you to listen to him. Desperate for you to let him in, let him be your anchor to sanity. He watched as you gasped from his voice, biting your lip to stop a sob. He knew you could hear him. He knew you were trying.
“Один.” One. There was only one more word after that.
They were running out of time. With the tablet forgotten, Price kicked the door down and they rushed inside with all weapons drawn. Immediately emptying rounds into any Russian soldiers in their path. Only a few moments passed until they saw you, though they felt like minutes with how it stretched on.
You couldn’t even look at them. Your eyes were frozen at Rumlow, all glossed over with tears. You knew what was going to happen. There was no avoiding it. You were going to be treated like some caged animal. Feral.
“Грузовой.” Freight car. Rumlow finished, wearing that same fucking smirk that he always wore.
The second that the last trigger word left the man’s lips, Ghost and Soap’s stomach sank even further. It would only be a matter of a few seconds before you were gone. The you that they knew. You would be loyal to HYDRA once again, your mind would be in their clutches. HYDRA would still be pulling the strings even when you weren’t with them.
Their fears were confirmed when they saw your face change in a split second. Your expression went blank, completely stone faced. Your brows would be relaxed, and no longer furrowed from crying. Your eyes would no longer be glossy with tears, but instead glazed over and unseeing. Just staring out into space. Your lips were no longer trembling, instead they were just pressed together. Not downturned into a frown or upturned into a grin. Just.. nothing.
The boys watched in horror as you were just staring blankly at Rumlow, as if you were waiting orders. Just like you did for over a year.
“с возвращением, солдат.” Welcome back, soldier. Were the last words Rumlow could utter before his brains were splattered against the walls. Skeleton gloved hands lowered their gun as Rumlow’s body collapsed onto the floor.
©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.
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calllmeyonu · 1 year
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I would love to see more of your sexy body uncensored
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Oh thanks anon 😮‍💨 I certainly will take your "ask" as an opportunity to promote myself.
《Hi, Yonu here...》
First things first...
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I'm a she/them, 32yo, Black, Queer *pansexual & relationship anarchist*, disabled cis woman who shows tf up as a very femme, very bratty bimbo.
I live in Central US but I'm from a #MetroMajor on the east coast. I'm an abolitionist and ideologically fall in line with Black and Indigenous feminist thinkers (meaning when I say free them all, I mean free them ALL). My lifeblood work is in organizing (decarceration, decriminalization...) and my civilian work is in freelance writing [read: I can sext you to the bone].
I create my own original content and reblog chosen content from other creators as well. I do my best to rb from original creators or tagged content, but if I'm missing a correct tag or if I've used your content in a way you don't want, let me know-- I'll fix it or remove it from my page, no questions asked.
✨️As for my content...
If you spam like my posts without reblogging or queue-ing *especially in cases where your likes aren't public*, or if your blog appears to be entirely SFW, I will block you. My blog is public and I want it to be enjoyed, but I ask that people support me by making my content visible to others as well.
Please keep all comments in tags, if you don't I will delete your reblog. I appreciate the support, but appreciate my boundaries being respected more.
If you are not a Person of the Global Majority (PGM) or Queer (most definitely including ace-spectrum and queer-disabled sweetie pies <3), you *HAVE to be ACAB AND BLM* to DM me. Everyone else will be ignored or blocked. This is a harm-reduction practice for me.
---------*Now for the sweet gooey stuff*--------
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I make both censored and uncensored content.
I also give folks specialized attention.
All of my uncensored content, audio, and customized attention is ✨️paid✨️. I usually suggest people make requests for content that is specifically fun and pleasureable for them, IMO the cost-benefit is sky higher *and I love hearing how imaginative folks can be ;)*
uncensored pic bundles (3-4): $3
uncensored videos: $2/min
audio content: $1/min
sexting/text role play: $2/10 min
voice messaging/audio role play: $2/10
requested or personalized content of any kind: add $1 to the content price (excluding sexting/text role play and vm/audio role play)
All content sharing and communicating is done through the app Signal (it's not perfect but it's pretty secure and the features allow for more consent-informed interactions, which is great).
Venmo and Cashapp are what I use for payment.
If you're interested in engaging with me or have questions, DM me anytime and I'll give you a rundown of what moving forward looks like. Please do not start off by attempting to sext in my DMs, I will ignore or block you.
That's really all. Thank u for all ur support angel 💕
As always,
Your devoted muse <3
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softkiseu · 6 months
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hi lovelies, nabis and moots. i know i already drop a hint that i 'll host another event when i hit a biggest milestone i been waiting for a very long time and finally, it happened. yes, we hit 2k everyone! also it's alr 2.1k+ since i posted my ms post,all thanks to you guys that i love and adore so much. now I'm sorry for making everyone waiting. work made me busy and exhausted.
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now to celebrate this beautiful milestone, also because endlesslywe did reach it's first hundred, slowly climbing to 200 ( i need to be active there again) while renjwoo is it's in four hundred almost it's five soon. i planned to make a event titled " k pop films event ".
what's the themed about and how it works?
films are about series and movies that we love to watch when it's our free time. mostly in netflix, so how it will connect to kpop?
STEPS TO FOLLOW :
✨🎥 you need to make a moodboard that will be themed from any movie or series that already been released to the public. i wanna set your freedom to choose so more access to a great masterpiece + i might have a chance to know new films to watch if you ever pick a title that i don't have a chance to watch yet.
✨🎥 pick a kpop idol (from any gg, bg or even soloist) that will be a good match to your made up character in your choosen title film that will be the final concept of your mb.
🎬 to make it even clearer, here are the sample of mbs with film themed in the past that i made, for your guidance purposes.
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✨🎥 make sure that your moodboard is pure themed of the movie or series you'll pick or else your mb will instantly lose it chance to win even it have a good color scheme.
✨🎥 try to be unique and be creative.
✨🎥 don't forget to put the tags #k pop films event #(idol name) x (title of the film) #genre (can be one or more) sample of genre : action, drama, horror, thriller, science fiction, romance, fantasy, comedy, adventure, animation, historical, myster and many more. The example of tags are also in the pics above.
✨🎥 leave a comment if joining, tag two or even more of your friends you think will join. my own tags (@w-oun @y-ves @koosuvi @isamired @interstellarz @tookio + more)
✨🎥 please tag me @softkiseu in your mb too. it's fine if its in anyplace of your mb or in the comment section. It easier for me to see your entry (i forgot to include this one ;;)
🎬 again, we will have six winners for this event, i, @/y-ves and @/isamired that are also admins of endlesslywe will choose two each to enter the top six.
✨the rewards!
🔖 a shout out
🔖 one gif set (idol of your choice)
🔖 two customized mbs- to give myself a challenge too, i ll make one of the mbs a film themed mb (the idol is your choice)
🔖 50 reblogs of one of your post.
🔖 a follow if I'm not following yet.
🔖 to be added in coming days.
🎬 the end of sending your entry for the event will be oct 8 (20 days from now) and i ll announce the winner with the help of my two moots after a week or two.
🎬 lastly, good luck and hope who participate will enjoy the event I planned. all the mb entries will be rb at @/damidarari.
lastly, this only for fun. hope to see you join and i able to have a chance to see a beautiful stunning themed film mbs that you nabis, moots, and other lovelies possible can make. i know everyone here in our mb community are so talented. fightin!
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wait srry if asks rnt open but im a chismoso so hopefully this is OK to ask ;; is the little character in ur banner and pfp ur sona ? they r so silly looking i love it sm but also why is it chowing down on a hotdog bun filled with butter . DONT ELABORATE IF THERES A PERSONAL BACKGROUND ATTACHED TO IT PLS but i srsly think it's so cutesie and ive been curious abt it 4 a hot min ✝️
SAW THE NOTIFICATION AND I ROSE FROM THE DEAD BUGGY U JUST OPENED THE GATES OF HELL /POS
ALSO ASKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!! UNLESS THE BUTTON IS GONE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ASKS ANYTIME I LOVE GETTING THEM :DD
ASHSHSSH THANK YOU !!! Yes this is my sona her name is RB 😋 she has lore and comes from her own world but I use her like a persona :3
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Here’s the OG image along with a couple others of her :D
Also her as a character can’t speak so she uses ASL to communicate (hence the banner she’s holding) so I don’t use ASL but I do use a website when I draw her speaking
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funny ass gif lawllll (she’s signing ‘I am not a crook’) (yes TV Girl reference) the frame rate is too fast but I can’t fix it now
ALSO ALL OF THIS ART IS OLDER. NOTHING NEW FOR THESE GUYS FOR A WHILE I NEED TO MAKE NEW ART FOR THEM 💔💔
auughhh and her lore if you wanna read below but I understand that OC lore isn’t everyone’s thing
OKAY SO she comes from a universe where her kind are robots made by a company to terraform planets for the ultra wealthy. So if you have the funds you can purchase a whole planet and whole armies of these little bots will shape it however you want.
BUT. While on the assembly line, before even recovering her directive, a portal opens up and throws her into this odd pocket dimension, which is just a half built city floating in a bright void. (Also when I say half finished I mean more like brutalist aesthetic with just concrete and no glass on the windows)
This place (named ‘Gearsky’ by locals because massive floating gears are the only thing that exist here outside of the city itself) is full of people from their own dimensions just trying to get by. She explores, and comes across a little bear being picked on in an alleyway. (The lil green bear [party bear] in the pics above)
She saves him and then it subconsciously becomes her prime directive to help Party Bear get home/care for him. So they set up base in one of the empty apartments and she just sorta takes care of him.
NOW. How do you get home you may be asking? Well it’s easy. You just need to beat someone in a deathmatch.
Enter the only form of entertainment on this island. The man who is the dictator of this place and subsequently the host of this game, aptly named Host, loves running this game. The rules are simple. 3 people enter, and two can leave alive. Only one needs to die, and the other two can get sent home. The only thing is, you have no idea who you’re going up against.
Now, RB, being a bot made to terraform, has some power behind her with her explosive abilities. But Party Bear has no defenses. So RB tries to strike a deal with Host.
She offers to kill both people in the ring with her for multiversal travel.
Host is intrigued by this offer, and accepts. After wiping the floor with her opponents, she’s granted access to all dimensions. She’s obviously excited and goes home to try and let Party Bear go home, but is heartbroken when she discovers that she’s the only one who can travel using the portals.
But this catches the attention of someone else.
Her future boss.
Another robot, by the codename TB-89.
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He took note of her deal, and approached her with a job offer.
Man’s long story short she works for him as an assassin!
There’s so much more I wanna say but I know I can’t ramble on forever lol if you read all this then thank you so much for sticking it out 🤭 I hope you enjoyed it I love gushing about my characters
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krissielee · 17 days
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Hey! How did you get access to watch the March RW&RB screener? I want to sign up for that, if I can. :)
I got lucky--a friend of mine down in LA got the offer and immediately sent it to me. She didn't/doesn't care about it, but she knows I'm obsessed and had made sure to let all my Hollywood-connected friends know that if they saw anything come up, let me know IMMEDIATELY because I needed it like air to breathe.
But there are a lot of websites to sign up for early screeners (or even just "barely before opening but it's free and free things are awesome so yay" screeners)--note that these are in no particular order; just whatever ones I happened to think of first:
Preview Free Movies is the one I got RWRB through, as well as tickets for Rocketman way back in the day. These are ostensibly the hardest to get into because they're usually only held in very specific movie-centric places and often tickets are handed out literally in person at local malls. It takes luck to get a location you can get to, but if you can ... totally worth it. They do sometimes do early online screeners, too: I saw Spinning Gold back in 2020, unfinished, and it was awesome. Found out later that a friend's cousin wrote the movie about their uncle! Small world, there. Also, I now can't listen to Love to Love You Baby without wanting to kill myself, but they changed that for the final release lol. Everyone in that early screener was like PLEASE DON'T PLAY THAT FOR TEN MINUTES EVER AGAIN.
Gofobo does a lot of early ones as well, but those are more like press screenings just before wide release, not in production ones.
1iota sometimes has screeners, even though they usually do tickets to talk shows (I have seen Taron Egerton at a bunch of those, though, including for Jimmy Kimmel where my [clothed!!!] boobs are on display for an awkward amount of time because Jimmy was talking to the people sitting directly in front of me lol)
Advance Screenings offers a lot of press screenings, but also sometimes contests to see special movie screenings. I "won" passes to a special Hunger Games screening through this site.
Amazon Screenings is really neat because it also does a lot of early virtual screenings. I've seen so many movies sitting at home in my jammies this way. And often they'll have special things to go along with it, like talks with the cast and crew, or for their Halloween set a few years back, virtual dance parties with DJs. Jason Blum was in the chat with all of us and it was kind of epic.
Searchlight Screenings is for Fox films. Same as the others; you sign up and hope to get lucky with a screening in your area.
Lionsgate Screenings are for, well. Lionsgate films.
WB also does screenings sometimes.
iScreeningRoom is great for online indie films. I've seen some really great movies that I can't wait for them to get wide releases. Some of them are weird as hell, as expected from indie films, but I've never hated anything I've seen. I know Nomad is pushing for a release soon, and I can't wait to watch that one again.
Many of these are US-centric, for anyone who comes across this post. I don't know much about other countries 'cause, you know. 'Murica, or whatever.
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The other thing to remember is, for any of these screenings that are in person, you have to get there early. Like, stupid early. Multiple hours early. They always overbook the theatre. Yeah, you have a ticket? So do 500 other people for that 100 seat theatre. There are no guarantees for early screenings. I was almost the last person in for RWRB, and about the only people in after me were Matthew Lopez and some other people in his group. I only got a good seat because @machtaholic got there earlier than I did and saved one for me, which, had I not made it in, would have gone to someone else. The workers were going to try to sneak me in regardless because I was freaking out about having driven 8 hours only for the movie and if I'd missed it I was gonna cry, lol. Also, the hotel next to the theatre is where the munchkins from the Wizard of Oz were housed during film, so. Learned something while there, ha.
But also, there was no notice on it. Like, I found out on Tuesday that the screener was on Wednesday and I had to get myself to LA immediately if I had any hope of making it. For the really early ones, if you don't live in the city it's held in, you have to be ready to get up and go. Immediately. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, and hope your boss is really cool with you just not coming in.
Caveat: a lot of those super early ones, they won't even advertise those films to you as you're "out of market" for their research purposes. If it hadn't been for my friend living in the proper market, I'd have never known. It's the same way I was invited to a crazy early screening of Argylle (but from a different friend), even though I couldn't make it to that one because the timing just didn't work. So if you live in Boise and the movie's screening in Seattle, you're not going to even know about it.
Also also, there are age and gender limits on some of these. The woman and her daughter behind me in line, mom couldn't get into RWRB because she was one year past the age cutoff. Conversely, some movies you need to have children of a certain age. Keep that in mind when signing up for the really early ones. The press screeners are rarely that picky, though they did actually ID check for Kingsman (no others, not even other R rated films).
The more you sign up for, the more you redeem, the more you get invited to others. There have been many times where I have to choose which screening I feel like seeing because I've got offers for two or three films on the same night. Conversely, there have been times where I'm a greedy brat and go see the same movie across multiple screeners, but that's only happened like ... twice, because it was Eddie the Eagle, and three of my friends wanted to go but never on the same night, so I took them different times lol, and then the other was for The Wedding Ringer, which was never full so it didn't matter.
And I know there are other sites out there, but these are the ones I'm signed up on that I can recall. I get a lot of emails from these ones, and thus more chances to see films early.
Also sorry if my links are broken. I'm pretty sure I did them right but who even knows anymore lol.
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Caught At Midnight [1/1 | One-Shot]
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Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Reader || Friends to Lovers
Content Tag(s): General Audience, Slight Hurt, Fluff, Romance,
Summary: For several years you have been getting random gifts on your birthday. Four of those years you’ve tried to stay up but it seems as if they always knew when you’d pull that and drop it off just seconds before you settled in at the window... All you can say that fate played their cards.
A/N: Shorter and not as paced as I wanted it but its alright! Also I dunno if I really like tumblr format || RB WELCOMED! <3
Prefer Ao3? Read it there (too)!
“You excited for tonight?”
Stephanie asked, settling at the edge of the desk you were relaxing at. There wasn't anything on schedule today so it was either catch up with paperwork or do anything but that. “Excited for what exactly?” Your question made your friend shake her head with a lazy scoff, obviously annoyed with your nonchalant attitude towards ‘a special day.’
“You know what. I know you don't like telling people but you really might enjoy a time out with us. Even if it's just once.”
You sigh as you pull yourself off of the table, leaning back to relax into the foam. The chair twisting side to side with the push of your feet. “I appreciate the offer, I always do, but I don't see myself partying tonight…”
“Trying to catch your secret admirer again?”
The room fell silent at her words, your attention casting elsewhere in this look of — shame(?)... You weren't sure how to feel exactly, it was conflicting. For several years, just before midnight on the night of your birthday, a knock or ring comes at your door. Always at 11:59, always… The only time it was off was when they dropped it off early, which was the same year you were staying up to catch them.
“I didn't mean it in a way to offend you.” Stephanie’s voice grew soft, hands beginning to pick at the peeling paint. The two of you would have to repaint it soon, perhaps add some more personal decals. “I know you're determined to figure it out—”
“So why don't you tell me who it is already?” You interrupt, your tone harsh to a point it leaves a sting…
It made more silence fall over the two of you, your body forcing a squint to avoid lashing out further. That was out of line… But, unlike Stephanie, the secret admirer wasn't so secret. She confessed such knowledge during the fourth year of the occurrence, saying she actually ran into them while going to check on you. Of course, a promise of silence was tied between the two, leaving you even more frustrated.
You enjoy the gifts and all but you starve for something else; like an actual relationship. After all, you can't just keep waiting and it doesn't morally feel right to date while this person, obviously heads over heels for you, exists.
“I promised not to tell, I also promise that he’s not a creep.”
Stephanie smiled, earning an eventual soft one from you. The two of you eventually stand up to slip out of the office, bodies slightly pushed together in this silent support. “And what if he is? Or what if I start dating someone? What happens to em’ then?”
“We both know you’re nicer than that, you wouldn't even look in another guy’s direction while Mr. Admirer is a thing.” She pushed you with her hip, breaking an airy chuckle out of you. “How do you know that for sure?”
“Who are we talking about?” Steve-O jumps out from another office, nearly pulling the two of you to the ground as he throws his arms around your shoulders. You’d probably shove the person off if it was someone else but c’mon, it's Steve-O! Everyone has a soft spot for him.
“Can I tell him?”
“Tell me what?”
“I don’t think that's a smart idea.” You mumble, holding onto Stephen’s wrist to keep yourself balanced. Your varying heights didn't help much in this situation.
Stephanie and you started to ‘bicker’, the occasional comment from Stephen of questions going somewhat ignored. It's not that you didn't trust him with this information but if you tell him you're gonna have to tell EVERYONE. It's the unsaid-official rule of the group. Sorta. Eh… They all just like being part of the gossip. Nosey boys.
“What are we talking about?” Ehren dropped in, Dave and Pontius trailing close. Their interest made you audibly groan, your body shimming out of the circle. “Nothing! I'm going home now, goodnight!”
“What was that about?” Chris frowns at your rushed exit, they didn't even get to ask if you wanted to go to the bar with them tonight! “Like they said, nothing. Also, has anyone seen Johnny?” Stephanie pulled Stephen off.
“He left early, and said he had to get some stuff... He’s usually busy on this day of the month.” Ehren mumbled, sorta raising his brows with a heavy shrug.
——
You settled on the couch in the living room, sipping on a cup of hot chocolate. Your phone buzzing interrupted your thoughts.
‘You staying up again?’ - 11:30
Johnny.
Like Stephanie, he knows today is your birthday. He also knows all about the secret admirer. Practically the person you go to rant to as well.
‘I don't know. I don't know if I even want the gift.’ - 11:30
You send the text before getting up, the couch no longer feeling comfortable. Maybe you should celebrate your birthday with everyone this year. It is kinda late but knowing how they are? The party could last for days.
‘What? What happened?’ – 11:31
His text made you sigh. Many things you suppose. Mostly the part where you don't want this to be a thing forever. Whoever it is can step forward so the two of you could talk! Have a relationship.
‘I want something more than the gifts and letters. I want them to know I also have been kinda crushing over someone for a bit. Don't want them to get mad because of that... I can't believe Stephanie won't tell me.’ – 11:32
After that text, you tuck your phone away, stuffing it uncomfortably in your stupid jean pockets. Like really, c’mon. Why did people suddenly think that ‘Women’ Jeans need little ass pockets? You could barely put your car keys in! Car keys! The thought made you roll your eyes at yourself as you picked up an envelope.
JOHNNY POV.
He felt his heart drop at the text. His eyebrows knit together as his eyes rake over the text again, and again. All of his anxiety had suddenly poured out, his body turning fidgety as his fingers hover over the keyboard. What should he say? What is there to say? You have a crush on someone? For how long? Or well, who is the better question.
Who’s your cru|
Johnny frowned at the text, his thumb making circular motions in the air. He shouldn't ask- right? Mostly because he didn't want to know… He's such an idiot, after all this time he lost his chance because he was too scared. No… He has to, cope. He has to be happy for you.
He rewrote the text before sending it. He no longer cared for where he stood, too focused on whatever you respond with.
YOUR POV.
‘Who’s the lucky guy?’ - 11:48
You stared at the time stamp for a little longer before focusing on the text. Your fingers move across the board as you walk down the hall. The smile that pulled on your lips made you want to giggle, the text you typed out making it no better.
You, of course. |
— Was what had been written, only being deleted as fast as it was typed. It was a bit cliche to text your confession to him, it's something you wanna do in person. There's a chance he might not reciprocate and hey, that's okay. It's totally not like he hasn't been your crush for nearly your whole time of knowing him… Aha.. Hah…
Your long crush made you pursue your lips. It's Johnny Knoxville, of course, he’ll say no. He might not want to make it weird between you two either. I mean, you've been friends since he arrived in Los Angeles. There are so many things to truly adore about him. His mannerisms and personality are magnetic, his smile is the cherry on top.
‘And why would I tell you?’ - 11:50
The tease made you smile, your phone going into your back pocket as you unlocked your door. Opening it to drop off the note.
——
It felt like time froze.
Your hand is still tight on the doorknob while Johnny stands on your steps, staring at you like a deer. The night's air suddenly grew heavy, practically toxic as you try to talk. Only to leave you looking like a fish out of water.
He’s standing there.
Johnny, is standing there with that signature basket in his left hand, phone in the other. The basket filled with the candies you usually gushed over along with some other things… It looks like there's even a stuffed animal in there that you were talking about getting forever ago—... He buys those gifts every time he's with you- he... Johnny is your secret admirer.
“I– I’m sorry-” His tone was breathless, his breathing harsh as he was fighting to get those words out. Out of all the years he's caught- it's the year you confess you have a crush. He has no chance of even getting with you if you have eyes for someone else... Dammit- dammit. “I’ll uh.” Johnny swallowed the lump of fear, only for it to bob back up. “Leave-”
He nearly ate it while going down the stairs. His feet stumble as he breaks into a speed walk.
“Wait, Johnny-”
You gasp out, disowning the letter to rush after him. Your hand reached out. Seeing you do that made you scared. You were petrified, thinking he’d slip past just enough. He’ll get away from you, slip past your fingers.
“Johnny.”
You manage to get your arms around him, forcing everything to a stop. Your hands clung onto his chest, your own against his back. It was quiet as you two stood there. Your hands feeling the way his heart cried and he feeling the way yours wept. The way your bodies trembled— it felt like an earthquake. Your emotions overwhelmed and starved making you want to cry and him to hide in the dark.
“Don’t run away from me… Not after all these years.”
Johnny closed his eyes, fighting the tears. He wasn't sure what they were for. Hurt? Embarrassment? Anger? Not at you- but himself. Feeling the way your hands pressed against his chest only made it worse, but he didn't have the willpower to pull away. When you started to move in front of him— he just wanted to hold you and whisper about everytime he fell in love with you.
“Please look at me.”
Your wish, he guaranteed.
His eyes were sad, filled with a shadow of these millions of fears and secrets. One of said secrets had slipped out and ruined his whole composure. But who are you to care? That’s the meaning of a relationship, to have someone. A companion willing to be there for you at your worst.
“Why didn’t you tell me?… I’ve been waiting all these years, PJ.”
His head dropped at his name. He couldn’t help but wrap a hand around your forearm, his weight shifting forward to rest his forehead against your shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to. Always. But I couldn't… I was scared you’d hate me.”
“Why would I hate you?-”
“Because you're better than me. Everything about you is better than me…” You held his face now, his eyes cast down to avoid your eye contact. But he appreciated the warmth, he did. “I hated seeing you with other guys but because of the secret admirer stuff you didn't move on— but I was too late because I was a wimp.”
A smile, elegant and warm painted your features. His eyes, like a puppy’s, looked up at you in confusion. “Johnny Knoxville.”
“Yes?”
“That's it. Johnny Knoxville, that's my crush… You've been my crush forever.”
You tilt your head, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. You could feel the prickles of an incoming stubble. “Gosh, I never thought you’d be so shy towards someone you like. And I should've known you were my secret admirer. I haven't told anyone except you and Stephanie my birthday.”
Johnny felt a relieving sigh escape. His hand slipped up your arm and soothing at the nape of your neck. The two of you stared at each other for who knows how long. But, no complaints. It was amazing to finally confess, to finally breathe with the one you love.
“Let’s go inside and celebrate together, okay?”
You whisper, lips hovering over his own.
“Okay.”
A kiss joined. Your lips fit with smiles. You have each other now, and you don't think either of you will be letting go anytime soon…
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Stephanie hopped down the steps of the porch, a new envelope in hand. A smile, wide and excited had been glued onto her lips. She’s been Johnny’s driver this whole time, usually his lookout too but she was tired of her friends being lovesick. She could say she did amazing.
It was only when she got home and opened the letter that she was even happier. It was a confession letter, telling the secret admirer which you didn't know about at the time about Johnny. Or as she’d like to put it, a love letter.
One she’ll read at your wedding.
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Alternative Timeline
So as of yesterday I have been on Tumblr for a YEAR! A WHOLE YEAR being a part of this beautiful wonderful incredible community that we have all built. And it has changed my entire life. I’ve made friends who I hope will be in my life long after we’ve forgotten about these characters and this universe (will we ever though…?). I have crafted and written and collaborated. I have participated in a zine and cobbled together a couple of drabbles. I’ve had so much fun being your unofficial Keeper of the Shameless Timeline, trying to make some kind of sense of season 1 and, more recently, working alongside some of my favourite artists and people to build a whole ass calendar! It’s been the most wonderful year and I’m looking forward to the next! I’m not done doin this thing yet! 
Also, I know I haven’t been active these last couple of months, but I’ve noticed that there are a bunch of new people around these parts. I just wanted to say HI! HELLO! WELCOME!! I’m so glad you’re here! I see you all liking the things people are making and I know everyone appreciates the like, but I’m just gonna ask you to also hit that rb button! People are out here making things! For you! To enjoy! For free! Art and gif sets and fic! They take so much time, and it's so easy to show your appreciation! Just a couple of buttons! You don’t even have to go nuts in the tags (although we love that kind of unhinged behaviour around here). And if you wanna say hi to us, make some friends, I highly encourage it. It was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Ok I’ll shut up now. Let’s talk timeline!
I have tried my best to follow the logic, though sometimes there is none, and follow the clues, no matter how few! And I have tried to do it with as little bias as possible.
HOWEVER!
You guys, I have a confession to make.
There is a possible other timeline that season one could follow.
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I do not like it! But, I am here to give you, my precious timeline enthusiasts, the truth! Even if it hurts me. Even if it makes no sense (because it often doesn’t. JW doesn’t believe in time). Even if it takes away the possibility of a Christmas bang and a New Year’s bang, which, truly, would be a tragedy and is the main reason I refuse to follow this other timeline.
Under the cut you will find the second possible timeline. You decide which you prefer, and tell me why! I need well-formed arguments for or against please!
Thank you all for being here with me this year. It hasn’t been an easy one, but you all have made it just a little bit better. I love you all!
Alternative Timeline
Episode 1: Remains the same at November 15, 2010. There is a calendar. Fiona points at it. No disputes here!
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Episode 2: This is where it all could change. Bear with me. There is a possibility that this episode might have taken place on January 28, 2011, over two months after the first episode. Here’s why: Frank gets his cheque the last Friday of the month. In both November and December, the last Friday is a holiday, so this acts with the assumption that this is now January and it’s been 2 months since the first episode. I don’t love this idea because nowhere else in this season do they make such a massive time jump.  A few weeks, maybe, but not two months. This also then changes the entire timeline. No Christmas/New Year’s bang, either. What do you guys think?
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Episode 3: As this episode starts the Thursday following the previous episode when Tony Takes Fiona to his award ceremony, it leaves Tony’s deflowering to have taken place on February 4.
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Episode 4: If I follow the logic of my original calendar which has episode 4 on the same weekend as episode 3, then this means this episode alternatively takes place on February 6th. This actually works quite well with an upcoming event in episode 6. 
Episode 5: I worked a little backwards here. I had to place episode 6 on February 16th, so the only date episode 5 could take place was February 12th-13th, meaning Kev and Vee got married on February 13th in this alternate timeline.
Episode 6: At the beginning of this episode, Carl hands Fiona a note from last Friday and it is now Wednesday. I initially made the assumption that it is Wednesday Dec 15th, however, in this alternative timeline, I’m placing this episode on February 16th. And there is evidence of this date. If you zoom in quite a bit, it’s got a date on it, February 11, 2011, the Friday before February 16th.  But I hate this timeline because it just doesn’t make sense! There is a calendar change in episode 8, two episodes from now! It goes from December to January in that episode. I can get that the calendar is unreliable, but if they’re gonna change it, why change it to the wrong month?? No. I refuse. But anyway. There is evidence.
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This now leaves us three weeks to squeeze in the Bangiversary, Slim Jims, and two episodes of Monica before we get to the last two episodes, which we know for a fact take place on March 18-20th, same as the original timeline. Here is the only way this would work:
Episode 7:  Episode 7 would be on February 18th-19th, making Ian and Mickey’s Bangiversary February 19th, getting rid of the possibility of a Christmas and New Year’s bang. Also, speeding up their entire first bit of their young relationship. We just went from a possible two months of secret fucking before Mickey was arrested to a mere two weeks? No! I don’t like it!!
Episode 8: This puts SlimJims and Milkovich-Ian Sandwich on February 25th-27th.
Episode 9: Frank would call Monica on March 5th and, she’d would show up around March 6th. That same night, Mickey is arrested. 
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Episode 10: On March 7th, Ian finds out he’s not Frank’s son and Monica abandons her children again.
Episodes 11 & 12: Remain the same. We know they take place on the Friday-Sunday after St. Patrick’s day.
I will admit, there is an elegance to the end here with the Karen storyline. In the original timeline, if she goes to the ball with her dad on February 21st, and then goes emo child on March 18th, about three weeks later. That doesn’t really fit, either. However, I could be convinced to move the entire Monica saga down so that it all happens in March instead of February. This could work actually. (Yes you are reading me figuring this out in real time, folks!)
WAIT!!! WHAT IF we have an alternative-alternative timeline?? And it looks like this:
We ignore the weird Carl teacher’s note thing from episode 6, and we keep episodes 1-8 the same as is in the original timeline, giving us the very, very important Christmas and New Year’s bang as well as more than two weeks of secret fucking, while episodes 9-12 look more like this second timeline, making the Karen storyline make more sense. Oh I think I like this!
Here are some visuals:
OG Timeline:
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Timeline 2.0
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Timeline 3.0
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WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?? Does anyone have opinions? Do we still care?? Did we ever…?
There you have it folks! Season One all tied up in…a really messy Gordian knot. I hope you enjoyed this journey as much as I have! On to season two! (I promise I won’t take a whole year this time!)
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Please can you tell me more about this Astarion guy? I watched him twice from youtube short idk how it ended up there but damn he piqued my interest but I did not dig up any information until I saw you rb about him
*zoom eyes* abso-freakin-lutely
*cracks out Proper Punctuation*
Astarion is an Origin character from the game Baldur's Gate 3 (which means you can play as him and live out his story or recruit him as a potentially-romanceable companion character—I chose the latter). He's a High Elf Rogue...who also happens to be a vampire.
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He's dramatic, he's snarky and sassy, and he's the love of my little Druid's life XD. He primarily looks out for his own skin. Definitely falls on the chaotic moral alignment range. Can be quite the smooth talker when he wants to be, which is...most of the time, tbh. Also has some vulnerable moments which, for me, help you really see the depth of his character.
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Oh, did I mention he has a tragic backstory? Yeaaah, I've only seen a couple of his scenes, but maaaan. The feels.
I went into my first run with the resolution that I would NOT romance Astarion because it seemed everyone else I follow on social media was doing that, so I was going to be different.......I was wrong. So, so wrong. I quickly understood why all these people were romancing him, and now here I am restarting a run to do the same. He's my latest blorbo, if you can't tell XD
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His VA, Neil Newbon, has done a phenomenal job in bringing him to life as a character, and that's honestly what really sold me on Astarion. (As well as the other party members—the voice casting for this game is incredible imo)
I don't really want to spoil much so I'm gonna stop here lol, but yeah. He's fantastic! (⁠^⁠∇⁠^⁠)⁠ノ⁠♪
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— All About Marsh ៹!! ⸗  🪽
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🫐 Basic Info
Age : 18
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This is an ED blog, I will be posting / reblogging things that could be triggering to some. This includes bcs, spos, diets, restriction meals, restriction motivation, and more.
I added NSFW to the description as more of a safety net or disclaimer. I highly doubt I’ll be rbing corn or anything highly graphic. Most NSFW posts will either be horny text posts or my own horny thoughts, which I will tag accordingly!
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Can’t think of anything else off the top of my head, if I don’t like you I’ll just block lol
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I’m autistic, please be patient and tolerate my occasional “guys look at this thing I like”.
I have binge urges and often get stuck in binge / restrict cycles, don’t expect me to be the perfect ana.
I’m proana, meaning I support open conversation about EDs within ED spaces such as edblr, edtwt, and other forums.
I’m pro recovery for everyone except myself LOL
Idk how active I’ll be on here. I mainly use edtwt atm, but we’ll see how edblr works for me!
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So we all know there's like a million parallels between John and Palamedes and I have never been more convinced and more terrified that Pal is going to have to make a big decision like John obviously did when the rich left everyone else on a dying Earth and he did whatever he did to create necromancy and become God. My only solace is that I trust in Palamedes to figure out a solution that is good for everyone and isn't, as John put it, "a damned thing". (I'm also now extremely convinced that Alecto is the soul of Earth aka a resurrection beast.)
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The Pal line of thinking hadn't even occurred to me. I love it! It's juicy as all hell. If this indeed the direction in which things are heading, we must trust in our best boi Pal the way Camilla Hect does, that he will find the most humane and kindest way. I'm inclined to agree with you on the Alecto line of thought. But it begs the question, if she is piloting Harrowbod, how did Alecto remain intact and human shaped, when all other RB's are described as Eldritch/Cthulhu-esque monstrosities?
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a1li-ens · 3 months
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hope everyone is having a happy and yaoiful new years day !!
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this year i want to be MORE WEIRD and SILLY and YAOIFUL. for goals it would be nice to finish writing Luxuria (the Abel VN)'s text. also i need to draw hotter and sexier anime pictures. Otherwise I keep balling!!!!!
it'd be nice to post here more as well but also i come here I see a funny post to rb and I forget what to say.. !!! I will try and post beforehand. I wanna talk about my OCs more (<- literally does not do anything else to begin with)
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sparkledogboy · 3 months
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about jack ^w^
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haiiii welcome 2 my blog ~ .*⊹ ࣪ ˖ ✧˖° 18+ ONLY
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jack arcane // 2003 // he him it // scemo ftm t4t fag // autistic puppyfreak // switch + heavyy bottom leaning vers // otherkin // former interwebz exhibitionist gone mild(er) [quit onlyfanz after funding my top surgery Lolz]
2.5 yrs 💉 + ~0.5 yrs 🔪
DNI: minors [srsly], cis het/‘pansexual’ men [chasers]
everyone else is ok :} all kinks and all trans ppl welcomed w open arms [paws] <3
~ kinks and stuff i like/rb under cut [including cws and tag navigation] ~
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KINKS/CW:
♡ piss
♡ intox
♡ pup play [!!!]
♡ blood gutz n gore [occasional sh refs]
♡ knifeplay
♡ forcefem [NOT detrans tho but u can interact]
♡ sadomasochism/boys getting hurt ♡
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navigation:
[some may overlap + all clickable in tags]
#txt: textposts [mostly nsft]
#nsft: self explanatory [textposts + imgs]
#t4t: also self explanatory [mostly nsft textposts + some sfw]
#mlm: gay shit/admiration of the male form
#aes: posts that match my aesthetic [mostly sfw]
#places: images of cool settings that speak to me [subset of #aes]
#pup: pup play content [textposts and imgs]
#intox: intox kink content [textposts + imgs of various substances including cigs and alcohol]
#violence: anything dark that makes me feel a little sick [may include blood, medical, weapons/knifeplay, minor sh]
#stars: cold/nostalgic/angelic/whimsical/religious aesthetic [subset of #aes]
#tats: imgs featuring tattoos
#mine: my posts [both textposts and imgs of me]
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my other socials i dont use pretty much ever [but on which u can see me nakie] are u/machimango on reddit and @/deadeyedincubus on twitter [@/fagz1lla is my priv account but feel free to request both ill let u in if i know ur from here or can tell ur not a bot LOL]
i dont sext/trade nudes but i mite post lewdz here when i feel cutesy
proceed w caution & enjoy
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thevastnessof · 1 year
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I posted 20,884 times in 2022
That's 365 more posts than 2021!
453 posts created (2%)
20,431 posts reblogged (98%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@sarcasticcebby
@chickiefoo
@abyssopelagiccs
@cloudsaremadeofdreams
@theodericc
I tagged 4,800 of my posts in 2022
#sky speaks - 529 posts
#rb bait - 327 posts
#tma - 224 posts
#ofmd - 199 posts
#rdr2 - 121 posts
#the sandman - 110 posts
#murderbot - 108 posts
#hzd - 88 posts
#toh - 86 posts
#skys art - 65 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#like how ive never had much interest in making fanworks for fma bc its just so good that there's not much else for me to say except analyze
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
everyone in s5 talks to jon like he personally intended to end the world when he was just like eating dinner and accidentally set off the nuclear bomb detonator that someone hid under the mashed potatoes. he didnt even know you could do that. Like i know things are tough but give the man a break
5,076 notes - Posted October 26, 2022
#4
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enthralled by the mental image of automatically losing every twitter argument you get into because everyone will immediately see that you pay 20 bucks a month for internet clout
15,778 notes - Posted October 31, 2022
#3
/sees fossils of older dinosaur and baby dinosaurs intertwined in a way that implies the adult died crouching over the nest trying to protect them from a natural disaster/ oh my god it died crouching over the nest trying to protect them from a natural disaster 😭
51,552 notes - Posted February 14, 2022
#2
it should be illegal for society to make u do things when youre on ur period. also you should be given 500 dollars to buy whatever you want online
60,079 notes - Posted February 9, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
do NOT feel bad abt scarfing down a tub of raspberries. there is NO reason at all to ration them like other delicious treats bc they WILL mold as soon as theyre out of your line of sight
71,183 notes - Posted June 17, 2022
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starfleetimagines · 2 years
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Hi! I hope your day is going well! Could I request some headcanons for dating Tom Paris? <3
Thank you! You, too!
Dating Tom Paris Would Include...
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So much flirting, oh my god. This man is a flirt at all times of the day; on or off duty; in public or alone. He can make anything into a flirtatious comment, much to everyone else's dismay (they'd just groan and roll their eyes). The public comments would only happen once you two were officially a couple, though.
He'd be big on PDA, unless in a serious situation. But he wouldn't be afraid to hold your hand in the corridors, kiss you softly in the messhall, look at you lovingly from across the room, and, as I mentioned, make flirty comments. He'd just love to show you off and to show your love off to others.
You two would have dates on the holodeck often. He'd enlist Harry's expertise to create programs for you two (sometimes Harry would end up third-wheeling). You'd also attend the various events on board, like the talent show and the children's science fairs. Any time there was an event, you can bet anything that Tom would take you to it (unless you didn't feel up for it, then you two would just have some quiet time in your quarters).
Tom would never shy away from having serious conversations with you. He wants to create a future with you; a life with you. If that meant having sometimes complex and hard conversations, then so be it.
He's not a very jealous person. He trusts you and he's happy to see you having a good time with others. He is a bit protective, though, and might be wary of the other person (say, an alien getting a little too close). But he wouldn't intervene unless you showed signs of distress or discomfort, or if he feared for your safety. In those cases, he'd be happy to play the knight in shining armour coming to save you.
Speaking of which, he'd be protective of your welfare on missions and in crisis situations. If possible, he'd check in on you (on away missions), and would put himself between you and danger. And if you ever got hurt, he would use every ounce of his nursing training to help you.
Tom never really pictured himself being a long-term commitment kind of person, but with you it just feels so natural. Everything that advances your relationship (from first kiss to first time being intimate to moving in, etc.) it just makes him feel so good inside; like he's gaining pieces of himself he didn't know he was missing. You completed him, and he completed you.
Tag list: @space-helen, @mrs-l-mccoy, @agent-catfish-kenobi, @plaguedoctorsnake, @thisismysecrethappyplace
If you enjoy my work, please like and rb!
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Ok so! I'm officially starting the friendsim poll event later today or tomorrow! Before it starts though, I'm going to give a quick rundown of how it'll go!
Firstly, this is basically going to function like friendsim/pesterquest! You'll be given a narrative and a selection of choices, starting with the list of trolls (though not in the way you'll expect it!) And then limited options of how to interact with them! The only real difference here is that other people voting are what influence the winning option!
Mod's energy and public interest willing, once any given 'route' with a troll is finished, the troll selection poll will be brought back, minus ones already done, and we start the process over again!
However, to prevent this going on TOO long, each troll will only get ONE route focus*! So if enough people pick the 'bad end' options then that's all you'll get! Choose wisely!
*exception here being unless mod comes up with a KILLER alt route and just Has to show it off but as of rn that's not a thing
The events of this 'pollsim' as it'll be tagged are noncanon to the blog itself! What this means is, even if canon events and information are explored during this event, the trolls are unaware of the event! If you try to ask them about the event, they may not know what you're talking about! You're free to ask and confuse them, just don't expect straightforward answers!
This event is being written on the fly! This may lead to delays in updates or slapdash writing. This is being done this way so the mod doesn't expend a lot of energy on routes that won't get seen, and also perhaps so he can work on something else behind the scenes....
Polls will be set to expire within a day, so if you're invested in this event please check back on this blog as often as you can! If there's delays the mod will post updates accordingly to avoid silence. Audience interaction is what keeps this blog afloat, every little bit helps!
And that should be the important bits! Please vote, spread the polls if you enjoy the event, and send in feedback if you have any! But most importantly, have fun and don't stress over options too much! This is all in good fun!
Also, if any other ask blogs see this post and want to run off with this idea, all I ask is leave something in the inbox in exchange! Hell, even a single letter 'a' could be something for the kids to play with, so just drop whatever! And feel free to rb and say you're using this, I'll try to do the same for yours!
Enjoy, I'm looking forward to embarking on this event together with everyone!
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