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toastyrobos · 4 months

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When flowers do the talking (Wrecker x female reader one shot)

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((You had no idea why wrecker always came by the medical bay or would bring the occasional small batches of flowers. He said he was just being nice. You had no idea why he was doing it. It’s not until Tech let’s it slip that Wrecker likes you, That you realize how much he has occupied your headspace so you rush to find him))

Once again your eyes drifted over to the bouquet of flowers resting in the vase next to the window. Rain pelted the glass as per usual. That was the one thing you didn’t particularly like about Kamino. Torrential rain. On most occasions it didn’t bother you, but on days when it just poured you weren’t too keen about it.

A week ago though your spirits had been lifted. By the same individual who seemed to know just when a heavy rainstorm was brewing. You had no idea how he knew, but giving the vase your full attention, you didn’t mind. In fact you actually enjoyed it.

Anytime the well built member of clone force 99 would come by it put a smile on your face. Most days it was as simple as a hello or how is your day going. He didn’t get to stay for long, as he usually was called away for missions often. No surprise. Given the groups track recorded.

But he would make up for it. The row of flower vases that use to line your windowsill as a tall tel sign.

Every time Kamino was due for heavy rain, Wrecker would bring you another set of flowers. Your first instinct was where was he getting them from? Kamnio was surrounded by multiple bodies of water. Things like flowers were not within the planet’s surface?

The second thought was why was he giving you of all people flowers? Was it because you were one of the main medical staff members and he wanted to show you his appreciation?

That didn’t seem correct. You were simply doing your job is all.

Your next thought seemed even less plausible. Making you shake your head at how ridiculous it sounded.

Whatever his reasoning for gifting them to you was it didn’t really matter anymore. It was sweet and made any stressful rainy day you experienced brighter.

“(Y/N)?” You lifted your attention to the two figures hovering in the doorway.

Your eyes grew at the state both of them were in. Especially their resident brainiac.

“Tech”. Stunned you were at the way he was limping and clinging onto Hunter for support. Instantly you dropped whatever task you were preforming and moved over to him. Wrapping an arm around Tech’s figure you helped Hunter guide him to the empty medical table.

“What happened?” You immediately questioned the two of the them. Or whoever would ever answer you first.

“A training exercise”. Hunter answered, crossing his arms over his board chest. “We decided to test out a new formation and well it did not go to plan”.

“Technically it did”. Tech held up a finger. “By my calculations we had an 80% chance of success”.

You turned your back to them, digging through your medical supplies for a brace and bacta spray.

“Not 100% though”. You merely said.

You heard Tech exhale behind you. “The chances of a 100% success rate are exponentially low to near impossible. Wrecker’s purists in expressing his romantic attraction towards you, by the use of colorful flora and fauna has a higher success rate I’ve determined”.

You stopped what you were doing. Everything pausing around you.

“What?”

For a few minutes no one uttered a single word. You shook your head. You must have heard him wrong.

Hunter was the first one to break it. “Tech!” He scolded his fellow squad member.

Tech blinked. Not understanding the gravity of his actions he had caused.

“I thought it was obvious”. He simple explained repositioning his slipping goggles.

Obviously it was not. And frankly the very notion of it sounded ridiculous.

You chuckled nervously. “Thats impossible”.

With equipment in hand you twisted back around to attend to your current patient. Who had no idea the affects his statement had on you or your racing mind and heart.

Hunter did, however. The minute Tech had revealed Wrecker’s rather obvious secret he witnessed the way your complexion paled for a brief second before your cheeks shifted to a light shade of pink. The way your heart skipped a beat momentarily then picked up in speed. He was about to say something, but you beat him to the punch.

“Wrecker doesn’t have feelings for me”. You argued, ripping open a bacta patch. Something about the cooling nature of it against your heated skin felt refreshing.

“Your wrong Tech. The flowers are just him being nice”.

Patch in hand you brought it up to the exposed skin of his leg and applied it. Tech hissed slightly from the cold sensation of the patch meeting the warm temperatures of his body.

“Technically you are correct”. He began. “Wrecker is the most accommodating and indulgent one out of the five of us, however it has been visible to each of us, in multiple instants, that he attracted to you. Romantically that is”.

You blinked.

“If I may (Y/N). Wrecker is quite taken by you. Infatuated I believe would be the proper term. On several occasions each one of us has witnessed him speak about you with such significance. From my research it would appear he was, as I’ve read, as though he was ‘floating on air’”.

You opened and closed your mouth. Processing his words. The meanings. The implications in which they held.

This…this couldn’t be true. Could it though?

Again you shook your head. Tech was wrong. Strange as it sounded. Wrecker was just being friendly. Kind. Generous. It’s who he was. Strong and ruthless as he could be in battle, he also had a heart of gold. Wore it on his sleeve.

There was absolutely no way that some like him could harbor romantic affection for you.

And yet. The mere idea of it gave you pause. Was he just being nice? We’re the array of different flowers just a friendly gesture? Or was there more to it?

Racking your brain for anything, you stumbled upon a recent memory. A day when everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong.

Sitting at your desk, body hunched over, you hadn’t noticed him come in. He coughed to get your attention. To which you immediately looked up, eyes meeting his brown ones. Another Bouquet of flowers were in his gloved hands. Red roses this time. Your favorite.

You were beyond exhausted, however the second you eyes landed on him every bad moment from the day vanished like it never had existed.

The way he would stumble over his words every time that he talked to you. How flustered he became in your presence. How he avoided your gaze in certain situations.

It was if everything around you had stopped. Frozen in time.

By the maker.

How had you not noticed it before. It was all right there! Plain as day to see! And you had missed it.

Had missed every single detail.

Maker..

He had feelings for you. Wrecker had feelings for you.

Heat immediately pooled in your cheeks at the sudden realization. Butterflies fluttering away in your stomach at what ever single arrangement of flowers now meant.

From where he was residing, Hunter could see your poor attempt at concealing your flustered appearance. His brown eyes catching yours only making your blush deepen.

It felt like your entire face—no, your entire body was tingling with warmth. Caused by the same individual who had gifted you such treasures.

It was then you came to a second, more deeper realization.

You reciprocated his feelings. You had feelings for Wrecker.

How his wide grin could light up a room. The way he would take an interest in your day. And above all, the flowers. The flowers….

“(Y/N)”. Hunter called out your name, but you couldn’t hear him.

Millions of thoughts and memories had taken over your mind. You were starting to question the nature of every time Wrecker would say hello to you or was nervous around you.

Was every one of them him taking an opportunity to work up the courage to eventually tell you how he felt?

Looking back on them it had to be. You were absolutely certain of it. The way his gaze would linger on you for far longer then normal.

“(Y/N)!” Hunter’s raised voice snapped you out of your trance.

You blinked. “I-I’m sorry. I just..”.

Your voice drifted off. An overwhelming feeling taking control of your body. Everything suddenly becoming clear. And you knew what you needed to do, before you could rationally think it over.

Before either one of them could utter another word, you dashed out of the medical bay, stumbling as you rounded the corner. Nearly straight into another person.

“Sorry!” Not stopping for even a single minute, you briefly apologized from further down the corridor.

All you could think about was locating Wrecker and telling him exactly how you felt. That you reciprocated his feelings. That you wanted to be with him. Or at the very least give whatever this was a brewing between you two a chance.

However you didn’t know where to start looking. With Hunter and Tech back in the infirmary there was a high probability that their squad was staying put for a bit. As evident by Tech’s minor sprain. Meaning that Wrecker was here. Perhaps near by.

They had just come from the training field. Maybe they had made their way back to their barracks. You rounded another corner. Kriff why did every single hallway have to look the same with its blinding white interior?!

Taking another left you came face to face with the open door to their barracks. You ducked your head inside momentarily to see if he was here. Everything inside laid so still. As if untouched for a while. Kriff. He wasn’t here.

“(Y/N)?” You recognized that voice. You quickly snapped your head in that direction to find Echo walking towards you, a bit confused to find you at his door.

“Echo I need to find Wrecker. Where is he?” You cut off him impatiently, before he could ask what you were doing here of all places.

Puzzled, he pointed down the hall. In the direction he had just come from. “In the hanger, why are—“

Even before the entirety of the sentence could leave his lips you had already dashed off. Running in the opposite direction you had come from. Fully intent on finding Wrecker and letting him know your true feelings. Adrenaline pumped through you veins as you raced down multiple halls. Your destination near.

Finally. Rounding the last corner, you stopped briefly, eyes frantically scanning the surrounding bay to see if you could find him or the Marauder.

Eyes widened the minute you spotted it. Off to the left, housed between a weapon storage vault and another larger vessel. Then you eyes found him.

Nothing stopping you, you quickly darted across the hanger bay. Legs pumping, burning from the excessive running you had done today. But you paid it no mind. No. Reaching Wrecker was all that mattered.

As if he could sense your presence, his frame twisted around to see you coming at him full force.

“(Y/N) what are you—Mmfph”. You flung your body into his, impulsively crashing your lips onto his, cutting him off and rendering him completely speechless.

Realizing what was happening to him, Wrecker reached his arms around your fragile frame securing his hold onto you. The warmth of your body up against his chest mixed with how sweet your lips tasted, maker he thought he was for sure in heaven.

You tasted so delightful on his lips. Like one of those nectar infused cocktails down at the 79. But better. Much better. Richer. More flavorful. Like honey. And he loved honey.

For you, the second your lips touched his it was like fireworks going off. Electrifying and loud, but bright and spectacular. He was so gentle in the way he held you. Careful to not let his strength become too much. Applying just the right amount of pressure.

Maker did you absolutely want to continue kissing him. But you also came here with a purpose. To tell him that you felt the same way about him that he did about you.

Besides you had a good hunch that once you laid everything out in the open, getting to kiss him would become a normal occurrence.

Reluctantly you pulled away. To his disappointment.

But he quickly recovered, staring straight at you. A puzzled look in his eyes. “W-what was that for?”. He questioned you. Vaguely worried that he was dreaming what was happening to him right now. Bracing himself, he had to be sure it was all truly real.

“Tech”. You took in a deep breath, steadying yourself. “He told me everything, Wrecker”. He continued to stare at you, perplexed. What did you know?! There was so much that Tech knew! What had he told you?

“I know about the flowers”. His eyes widened. Tech had told you that secret. Oh dear. “I know that you…you have feelings for me”.

He swallowed slowly, feeling his throat dry at your eyes scanning him. Frantically he opened his mouth to say something. Like Tech was wrong. Or that you had missed heard him or—

“And I wanted you to know that I care about you too”. You admitted out loud finally. To both yourself and him. Having your own confession out in the open felt invigorating. Like a weight off your shoulders.

Even if you had only realized the truth of it all less then twenty minutes ago. It didn’t matter.

Wrecker stood there stunned. Frozen, you wrapped up in his arms. Was he dreaming? He must have been. Because he most definitely misheard you.

“Y-you mean it?”. He responded before he could give it a second thought.

You nodded. “I do. I didn’t realize I did until Tech told me how you felt”.

It was true. You hadn’t really thought about it until Tech put the idea in your head. The the idea of you and Wrecker made perfect sense to you.

He made you laugh, brightened the gray days you would have, and you adored his goof ball energy. And if you were being completely honest, you liked a man who could swallow you up in a single hug. Wrecker checked all the box’s for you.

You lifted your hands up and took his face between them. “I really like you Wrecker”. You confessed wholeheartedly. “I really do”.

The biggest smile you’d ever seen erupted across his face. The pure joy and happiness radiating off of him was contagious. You felt him light up like a thousand stars in the night sky. The browns of his eyes glowing like two embers.

“I love you”. He crushed his rough lips onto yours, catching you off guard. For the briefest of moments you were unable to register what he had said. But then you quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning into him.

You couldn’t explain the feelings that coursed through your veins, but somehow you felt whole. Like this is where you were meant to be. Being embraced by an individual who was responsible for much joy in your life.

Breaking apart, both of you were left breathing heavily. Lungs near exasperated from the lack of air flow. But it was worth it.

“Wow! That was…wow”. You giggled at his simple minded description.

“Yeah”. You mumbled, shyly biting your bottom lip.

His smile softened as he studied your flushed cheeks. “Maker your really beautiful”. He complimented you without a second thought.

Instantly your entire face flared up at his very honest observation. Normally you did not get embarrassed, but now with everything coming back to you, including a clear head, you made the discovery of just how emotionally driven you’d been.

Not that it was a bad thing, it just usually wasn’t your style. Yet in this situation you were grateful that you had been a bit…reckless in allowing your heart to guide you. For it had led you down this path. To this.

“And your eyes. But especially your smile. Your smile (Y/N) is incredible”. Wrecker confessed. “It was the first thing I noticed and man oh man did it reel me in! It was like I was seeing the sun for the first time”.

You’d seen Wrecker passionate and enthusiastic numerous times, mostly when talking about being on the battlefield. Destroying ‘clackers’ as he referred to them. But never about you. Let alone your smile. You didn’t even know that he liked it that much. The way he was describing it however made your heart swell.

You were too stunned to speak. So he just kept on going. “When I brought you flowers you would always smile, like I was your favorite person, so I-I kept on bringing you some. Umm…even if nothing happened, I’d at least get to see you smile and that would make any day better then it was”.

He brought you flowers, not just because he cared about you, but because he wanted to see your smile?

Dan Ferrik. You swore your heart would melt at that. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing him confess to you!

“Wrecker, you really like my smile that much?”

Wrecker shook his head. “No. I love it”.

Now you were positive your heart was melting. If not your heart then your eyes. Tears had started welling up in them, only to overflow down your cheeks.

“Y-you do?” You asked to which he nodded, leaning in to lay his forehead against yours. Your heart was beating rapidly at this point. No end to its frantic nature in sight.

“I love everything about you”. Now it was his turn to be flustered, but it did not bother him.

He confessed all that he wanted to. All that he needed to. And never in his wildest dreams would he think that you’d feel the same way. But by golly he was so thrilled that you did.

Placing you back down on the ground, to avoid anymore suspicious stares, he scratched at the back of neck. Nervous ticks finally setting in. But he was grateful for your lingering touch. Your hand Iaced with his. Fingers tangled together. Making him feel slightly less nervous.

“Would you like to umm…go out?”

Leaning up on your tippy toes, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I would love to, Wrecker”. You both beamed from ear to ear.

“Tomorrow?” His smile as bright as ever.

“Tomorrow”. You echoed, spinning around. But not before you uttered one last thing.

“Oh and I’m looking forward to the Bouquet”.

#star wars #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #i love the bad batch so much #the bad batch wrecker #wrecker bad batch #wrecker x reader #bad batch wrecker x reader #bad batch x reader #clone force 99 #wrecker fanfic #megabeewrites #star wars oneshot #bad batch fanfic

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rin-and-jade · 9 months

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Who am I.. : A post about being blurry

I got a few things to talk about here, while some of you are already aware of its struggles and have experiences around it, i’d love to add on more about this (it’s a long post) so don’t mind if i do;

To reiterate, being blurry means you’re in a moment where identifying who is out (at front) and who is currently talking (in co-con) takes huge effort or near to impossible in resolving this cloudy situation,, as well as having hazy + worser memory and lastly, bad internal communication that may occur.

There are some factors that are not limited to:

Exposed to stressors

Exhaustion

Lacking restful sleep

Dissociative mechanisms

Being overwhelmed

etc..

People may have different tolerance level and frequency that also could be out of natural reasons and lifestyles (as well as periods of alertness, yes, it shifts in different hours of the day), when having this once in a while its not a prob at all.. but what if it became more frequent than usual? Do you know what to do? If you do please reblog your own approach so it can help others. And for those who don’t i do have my own and i’ll give some of my approaches after i tell some potential effects that can happen when being blurry:

Having inconsistency in portraying outside

Dealing with confusion, can cause conflicts inside

Harder time in deciding or responding

Trouble around communicating with parts effectively and clearly

Memory gaps and losing track of time

These things aren't lovely, not even a bit.. so i have two ways to deal with it depending on context and situation,, Solve or Adapt. Solve is where you want to end the blurriness for good and Adapt is when Solve does not work or can’t be bothered to at first place.

Choosing Solve:

Using list of alters (especially pk bot) and go through each of them, seeing which one resonates.

Same thing but with music, make sure its the songs you know they (your other parts) listen to or from the provided playlist already.

Pay attention to a distinctive trait that pops out from all the meshed stuffs going on (specific way of talking or thinking or vibes, anything else)

Think of what clothing style you’d like to wear? Then check that with who would dress like that.

Choosing Adapt:

Give up with demanding tasks (unless if it’s important, just use your energy efficiently) and consider relaxing. This helps keeping mental load at bay.

Feeling unsure about who you are can be uncomfy, doing some comfort activities might do the trick.

Prepare a notes app and jot everything down to keep track of chores or work to do or remembering important things, don’t take it lightly because memory won’t be as helpful as usual.

Keep workload and stress at minimum, if it can be done later then put it aside, if not,, try breaking it to easier bits and commit to it with breaks if needed.

Last thing i want to tell is that I’ve seen my friends being blurry but not wanting to resolve it either due to not having enough mental capacity to deal with that, or having brain fog which makes it harder, or having way too much overlapping traits/identities that is beyond confusing which demotivated them, or not cut for it due to not enough understanding yourself/others to discern at the first place.. and thats okay, because im here if you need some help (or you can ask your trusted friend) and i hope this post is informative, stay slay guys.

- j

#did #actually did #did community #did system #did osdd #dissociative identity disorder #plural #system stuff #sysblr #Jeducates

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2lim3rz · 3 months

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Okay, as the guy behind @askrobouteguilliman40k I must know the husbandry of the Ultramarine.

(first of all, screaming crying and losing my ahit because I lowkey consider you a 40k celebrity on here so holy fuck)

Personally I don't have that many Ultramarines as I specialize in 'mutt' Chapters and T'au friendly breeds! @horuslupercal is right that they should be, AT MINIMUM, put into a squad of 5 with LOTS of activities to do! Out of all of the loyalist breeds, Ultramarines are the most studious and social and I found this out when my first Primaris found a way to escape and nearly got torn to shreds by my Salamanders that were protecting my T'au. I still have no clue how as all of my Space Marines have their own dedicated enclosures

I HAVE found out that smaller Ultramarine squads ALWAYS do a LOT better when there's a Much older squad leader to keep them in line and teach the youngest how to function and run drills

But like I said, these are WORK BREEDS! Ultramarines should have at least one task that will occupy them for a few weeks or month with multiple little tasks in between. Of course don't forget to provide breaks in between. If you overwork them they might start growing beards and thats so so so bad! The more seemingly overwhelming the odds are, the better. For some reason mine seem to like 'conquering' borderline impossible odds

Also DEFINITELY DO NOT GET THEM NEAR YOUR CODEX UNFRIENDLY BREEDS!!!!

I tried to socialize the younger scouts (under watch of the squad lead of course!!) With my friend's Carcharadon Astra and they were NOT happy!

However there are exceptions of course! I found that even the most unlikely of veterans can get along together if their squads or chapters get rid of them for some reason (I heard from some people that this is called a 'deathwatch' and it's to take on threats an average squad can't handle??? I think it's because some of my squads have been getting worked up by all of the coyotes or a cougar here)

But in the end, if you like having a lot of planning to do, like VERY Codex friendly breeds, and in general like very attention needing breeds, I do think you should get an Ultramarine after doing your research

#space marine husbandry #i wasnt expecting that at all #but at the same time marines malevolent ftw

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mueie · 1 year

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jinx: rebel or people pleaser?

jinx is dependent on feeling useful to others, so she should be easy to control, but that cant be more further than the truth. jinx is a rebel, but she bases her worth in others' validation and willing to mold and change herself to whatever idealized personality the person she likes prefer.

its like, is the show indecisive on these parts of her character? bcs how could both these traits exist together in one person?

the way i figure, jinx is a people pleaser, and whats unique with her having this trait is that jinx would make great sacrifices and go above and beyond to be useful or to make you happy, but only in ways she understands or finds acceptable

jinx has the need to try to please those around her (specifically the ppl she fixates on) even to the point of willing to shape herself into an idealized mold of their liking, bcs she believes thats a sure way to become closer to them anď not be abandoned. however, she learned that not everything she's asked to do would grant her closeness. following some requests would lead to her becoming more abandoned or less important (vi asking her to stay behind. silco commanding her to 'focus on her gadgetry')

and thats what jinx really wants to be, to be important enough for you. its not really enough for her to feel useful. she wants to matter in your life. furthermore, she wants to be the one who matters in your life the most. if someone else takes that place, she'll do whatever it takes to convince you that she's second to no one. being second might as well mean the same as being abandoned to her.

take for an example, in a setting where jinx joins the firelights and fixates on ekko's validation. you'd think that if ekko asked jinx to do things like make toys for the firelight children, do errands, etc, she would do all of those things to please him. and maybe she would, if it meant becoming important to him.

but no, role-wise the one who is the most important to ekko is scar. would babysitting and tinkering make her more important than scar? if not then at some point jinx wont be happy doing those things and switch to whatever tasks she believes would make her more important than scar even if it means going behind ekko's back. and usually it involves grandiose, over the top methods that no one other than jinx would have the stomach to do, making sure what she does is something only she is capable of contributing

if jinx trusts the things you ask of her will promise her the position as your most relied and important person, she wont find a need to act out on her own and be your little puppet

the thing with jinx though is that her mind always finds a reason to detect mistrust, even when there really isn't any. so an obedient jinx is the same as impossible ajdkdk

thats why jinx's 'people-pleaser' behavior and craving to feel useful is more self-fulfilling than it is self-sacrificng. its why even though she has this trait, it wouldnt magically turn her into a doormat or obedient dog for you and why she's easy to influence but near impossible to control.

#jinx #arcane #jinx arcane #i admire arcane so much for this #bcs the paradox is brilliant fr #jinx is full of paradox tbh #and for many it makes her character hard to read and write #but ngl also endlessly fun and fascinating to analyze

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theviceadmiralswife · 5 months

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Alignment fever chapter 1 part 3

part 3.......

..."Uhm sir, thats… very impressive.. but I better leave and attend my duties , sir!", she says quietly. A stretched out rumble coming from his chest was Dalamtians only reply :" Mhhh!".y/n stepped back, this was becoming hihgly creepy now to her, as she didnt know that it was her heat that made Dalmatian loosing his mind right now. As y/n took a step back his tail wrapped around her leg, attempting to pull her closer. Dalmatian licked his jowls, his hand grabbing to her waist. "Vice admiral Dalmatian….?? whats going on? What are you doing?", she asked in fear as the obvious overpowering Dalmatian pulled her closer, sniffing her neck again a soft growl escaping his throat. y/n small fists hammered on his chest madly. "Let go… Dalmatian..Let go…stop!", she shouted angry,"… this is… this is NOT appropriate!". Dalmatian heard her words but it didnt register anymore. Her scent changed into an even stronger heat and he freaking loved, raw lust started to built inside him, his tongue flicked out, slowly dragging across her neck, as he began to drool. “Mhmh…” He kept licking up her neck, still holding her “Your body smells and tastes soooo goood, and I love it so much…” His tongue began to lick her neck faster and faster as soon as he said this, causing him to pant harder as well. He sniffed her neck again as he still licked her before he looked at her eyes “Mmm, you smell soooo goood, I want your entire body to myself…” He began to suck on her neck slowly while looking at her eyes. y/n trembled, her fists hitting his chest harder and harder but there was no escape of Dalmatians firm grip, to him her resistance was part of an ancient primal game it was too cute, not so for y/n. Dalmatians rational thoughts were almost turned off, his ears perked up he could here someone coming down the hallway and stopping in front of his office door…. SLAP , he didnt register how fast or hard but y/n hand hit him like a lightning strike, it hurt his rather sensitive dog snout, he could tell y/n aimed on purpose for this sensitive facial part of his Dalmatian hybrid form. He dropped her instantly y/n got asap onto her feet, walking fast away to the door… it did the trick Dalmatian shook his head wildly. " Wait y/n I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to…please come back.!", he huffed exhausted from controlling his desires.

y/n didnt look back, she was hot and flustered as hell, feeling still feverish and sweaty as she made it in strides to the office door, which opened at the same time. Dalmatians second in command his Captain Gero stepped into the office. y/n lowered her head passed Captain Gero mumbling a greeting and grabbed the kitchen cart with the water, pushing it agressively along to the next vice admirals office and doing her duty. "Come back", Dalamatian whispered to himself, he was angry with himself on top of that… it wasn't fair to her to be so forceful certainly not without explonation, but then again she might not understand after all she was pure human. " Geeze some people just cant handle the heat!", Captain Gero remarked shaking his head. He approached Dalmatian with a pile of paperwork that neede to be discussed for the next mission, it was back to business. Later on in the afternoon Dalmatian went to the HQ cafeteria where the marines went for their breaks, not many where there just a few recruits and captains with their wives and children. Dalmatian looked at these families with a wistful look on his face, he is 47 now the likelyhood and then… the other thing..!! He shook his head as he approached the buffet and hot food counter, his intent was food yes, but he also wanted to see if he could spot y/n down here during her work, he would do anything to apologise for his primal behaviour. Dalamatians nose flared up with all the smells here near the kitchen it was almost an impossible task to locate it, other females where in their cycles too, but Dalmatian didnt care the only scent he wanted was y/n. He closed his eyes his nose scanning through the barrage of scents and smells. THERE, there it was the scent, her heat, her natural odour her lovely soft flowery and musky perfume, his tail started fliking with great interest, as he opened his eyes his tongue licked his jowls. She was doing prepwork in the back of the kitchen so Dalmatian couldn't talk to her. He sighed he would wait for a chance. His eyes opened but to Dalmatians dismay his look was greeted by the Lunch lady that was in charge of the cafeteria and her brigade of cooks and she had seen enough and stared Dalamatian down. He collected his thoughts and ordered food to eat in the cafeteria, the faint yet strong scent of y/n heat always present. Dalamatian would come down the next 2 days doing the same thing, unfortunately the heatwave at Marineford got worse and worse, people like recruits or even the HQ staff had to stay at home unable to work in such conditions. Leaving fewer and fewer people to work the kitchen. On day 3 Dalmatian came down to the cafeteria again just to find it closed to the weather circumstances, y/n scent of her heat had dissapeared.

end of chapter 1

#one piece #one piece marines #One piece vice admirals #dalmatian x reader #marineford #One piece x reader #One piece vice admiral Dalmatian

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up-to-some-good · 1 year

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Don't Blame Me

In honour of Taylor Swift announcing Speak Now (Taylor's Version), have a song fic.

Fics from my playlist (2/?)

I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

Keeping a secret at Hogwarts was a near-impossible task, Remus had learned. Sometimes, he was surprised at how long he had managed to hide his own secret. The trick, he had discovered, was making sure to never share anything with a Hufflepuff. Once they knew, the whole school would be in the know within an hour.

"Did you hear about Sirius Black? Everyone's talking about it."

Remus hadn't even made it to the marauders' train compartment when he overheard what had happened.

"He showed up this morning with a black eye. Jen heard from Emily, who spoke to Patrick, who heard from Casey, that he ran away from home on Boxing Day. Apparently, he barely made it to the Potter house alive. He ran all night from London."

"That's unbelievable. Where's the proof?"

"Well, Roberta saw Regulus heading towards the Prefects' compartment, and she told Sam, who told Tiffany, who told me, that he was wearing the family ring, which means he's the official heir now."

"Merlin, that's insane."

Remus had heard enough and started running towards the back of the train. He hadn't spoken to his friends over the break, his father having blocked all wizarding contact while Hope's family was visiting for Christmas.

He slammed open the compartment door to find his friends, Sirius with his head on James's lap and his feet on Peter, the black eye stark against his pale skin. He started at Remus's abrupt entrance.

"Never pegged you for the dramatic entrance type, Moony." James smirked.

Remus ignored him, staring intently at Sirius.

"You ran away from home?"

"It was more that I was kicked out," Sirius responded, sitting up and stretching. "But, yes, you could say that."

"What the hell happened?"

"Well, Moony, someone told me last term that I should try being honest with myself and it didn't go over well with my mother."

"Thats not what I meant and you know it," Remus responded angrily.

Last term, during their end of term party, Remus had argued with Sirius. There had been tension all night between Sirius taking shots of Firewhiskey and Remus dancing with Benjy Fenwick. He knew exactly what he was doing, even when he pulled Benjy into a corner and let him line his neck with bruises.

Sirius had pulled him into the dorm and they had yelled at each other until James came to calm them down. Remus was furious that Sirius couldn't admit the reason he was so angry. They'd left for the break the next day, barely speaking.

"Hey, Wormtail, let's go find out if the girls have arrived yet," James said, already pulling a confused Peter out of the compartment.

Neither of the two remaining boys paid him any mind, staring intently at each other.

"I did what you asked, Remus, so why are you upset?"

"Are you insane? You know why I'm upset, Sirius. You could've been killed!"

Sirius barely reacted, leaning back against the window and stretching his legs across the seats.

"You know what they say about the Black family madness," he responded. "No one leaves that family sane."

"What did you do, Sirius?"

"I told my mother that I'm gay, that I'm a blood traitor, that I'm in love with my half-blood roommate and that the only way she'd get me to take the Mark was if she killed me first."

He stood up as he spoke, grey eyes blazing and fists clenched, taking a step towards Remus.

"What happened?" Remus breathed.

"She took that as a challenge, so I grabbed my wand and got the hell out of there."

"That's it?"

"That's it. I'm out, burned off the tapestry and everything. Haven't got a penny to my name besides the pocket money Effie gave me this morning." He reached out and traced a finger down the scar on Remus's cheek. "It's done, Moons. I'm yours and you can take me or leave me. If this is all I get, I can live with that. It was worth it."

Remus leaned closer and kissed him slowly, letting them relax into each other.

"You're insane."

Sirius grinned and pressed another kiss to his lips.

"Can't blame me for that, love. It's genetic."

Other TS fics: Starlight (TV) The Great War

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar fic #james potter #peter pettigrew #taylor swift x hp #taylor swift #don't blame me #this song is sirius coded #you will not change my mind #get together #sirius runs away

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terraliensvent · 14 hours

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The anon talking about Kea has a point… does she actually do anything other than make adopts and customs? I never see her answer questions or help out with other mod tasks, and I’ve been in the server since the beginning. Not to mention she’s near impossible to get a hold of and sucks at responding to DMs if you have a question about her designs/commissions/etc. I can understand being busy or introverted but it’s super unprofessional. They really should just purge what’s left of the old staff and make Kea an official artist instead.

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strongly agree here, ive also been in terras since pretty much the beginning and i havent really seen kea have much of a hands on role—which isnt great when youre an admin

i can vividly remember seeing temul, csyd, morgue, and karma be really active in moderating the server and making announcements/posting events, but as for kea the only thing i can think of is adopts. this could be a bit more acceptable if she was just a regular mod and you could say she did background site stuff, but shes an ADMIN

i really think it would be a good idea to scrap most of the team and start new, or push kea to be an official artist instead of an absent admin, but i can understand how that could be incredibly difficult

i hope kea chooses to become an official artist of her own accord, because from a member standpoint it really seems like thats what shes better at

#closed species vent #terralien #closed species #terraliens #vent #keamuu

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blundergato · 2 months

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saw a tweet of the katara vs pakku fight that said "you have to give 10s where 10s are due"

and the fight scene attached is the most wack shit youve ever seen. its very similar to the fight from the animated series, but with actors who are obviously not well trained in martial arts and slow, bad cgi effects, so it looks garbage.

live action atla was always going to be a hard sell because the main cast are all very young children who are master martial artists and recreating that with real life actors is going to be goddamn near impossible, especially these days. you aren't going to find multiple angie tsang's and have incredible kung fu on screen. and of course, training someone from zero to believable...especially a child, is such a gargantuan task. thats one of the many reasons atla should stay as just a cartoon.

but the standards for action in the u.s. are so pathetically low that people unironically eat this live action shit up. like cmon man, john wick is right there, you can SEE what good u.s. action can look like.

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geometricalien · 2 years

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Rue: Do you have a good time at these events? Or do you just do the things that need to be done?

Wuvvy: [pauses for a beat too long, thoughts of her purpose and longings have been challenged this Bloom, they have run rampant in her mind as she has tried to organize them to little success, making sense of the nonsensical - of feelings unbound by logic - is near impossible] I don't know if I know the difference all the time.

Rue: Let me ask you this, do you find joy in running around and doing errands for other people?

Wuvvy: [This. This is easier to answer, its been an unwavering truth. It rises quick to her tongue] Not everyone, but for you, yes.

Rue: Wuvvy, I have one errand to ask of you.

Wuvvy: [Her hand tightens imperceptibly on the parcel to Hob. Not another errand like this, please. Anything else. I cannot tred on my heart for you, I would never stop you from pursuing your own desires but I will not be your instrument for my own self destruction] Hm.

Rue: For the event tomorrow or whatever happens tomorrow, I want you to trust the smaller Fey that they will do the job that you appointed them. I don't want you to run around. I don't want you to do any of the tasks. And I just want you to exist in the space

Wuvvy: [she shakes her head, this order above all else is the deadliest blow they could have dealt. As Rue has stepped away from their responsibilities it is Wuvvy who has stepped in allowing Rue to enjoy their work. Her work this Bloom has been an act of devotion, a love letter to Rue, it's the only thing she can do because every other attempt has been rebuffed, and she will not ask for more than what has been graciously given. She will not. Please don't take this away from her, it's the only thing that's kept her head on semistraight. Work work work. Focus focus focus, ignoring how you titilate around Hob because that is a dalliance. It must be. A fling that will last this Bloom or a few years, not centuries, not millenia like them. Hob will not understand this, us, the Bloom, what we have cultivated and devoted ourselves to. Don’t remove me from our work. Her existence is this] Why?

Rue: Well because a good friend of mine, Lady Festherfowl gave me some great advice. She told me that I should just exist and be present in the moment, and I allowed that to happen at the ball and it was one of the most magical experiences I've ever had and I'm afraid that you are bound by obligation and not- [Wuvvy pulls back slightly already sensing what is to come] and not love.

Wuvvy: [Again and again Wuvvy has placed her heart on a silver platter for Rue, a garnish of flowers, a dizzying display of lights, a side of similar aspirations and hopes, look at me, taste of me, for we are one and the same, consider me. And time and time again Wuuvy has been looked over, passed by, but thats okay as long as she has been acknowledged. But no. If Rue does not understand, has not seen me for all I am, I will say it plainly] For me, I think the thing I love and that which I have a duty toward are very much one and the same. [Do you see?] And I've noticed that I think that's not necessarily true for you. That's okay. [Thats okay] If you tell me to step back from the next event, I will do it, but I won't enjoy it. I like helping you create, execute on your vision. It pleases me greatly to be of use to you. And maybe that's not true forever, but it's true right now. All I want is what's... [best for you]

#dimension 20 #a court of flowers and fey #im not okay im throwing up #acofaf wuvvy #i am a wuvvy stan first and a human second #i support women's rights and women's wrongs

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permanentparent · 10 months

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What is Permanent Regression?

Permanent regression is a non-agere term used when someone who has experienced severe trauma or otherwise brain-alterning event(s) enters a permanent and indefinite state of longterm regression in age. It is exclusively involuntary, often being an unpleasant and stressful way to live, and can also fall under the umbrella of dissociative symptoms. It is not a part of the age regression community, or a community term. Permanent regression is used as a medical identifier, for those who have a severe set of symptoms due to neurological and/or mental health conditions.

How does it affect people?

People who are in permanent regression cannot control their regression or regression-affected behaviors, such as cleaning, eating, bathing, or working. Permanent regressors often have body dysmorphia, age dysphoria, identity incognruence, trauma symptoms, and dissociative episodes. It is often impossible to function in daily life as someone who is permanently regressed without a designated family member, therapist, caregiver, or combination of adult guardian(s.) Permanent regression is majorly disruptive in every aspect of a person's life, activities, and personal relationships.

Is this the same as forever-kids?

The short answer is no. While forever-kids is a similar term, permanent regressors are unable to be aware of their adult status or do anything to switch off, they are completely regressed at all times. Forever kids is a community term, and loosely defined as "a regressor who is always or almost always in their headspace" (credit: deliriousdadd on IG.) Permanent regression is different, and not a headspace. It is where one cannot conceptualize they are in an adult body or have adult obligations, and live every day in the mental state of an infant or child. They are unable to do most things on their own, or ever come out of the regression they are in.

Am I a permanent regressor?

Permanent regression can often come across as delusion or dissociation due to the severity of it, which is why the answer will usually be no, and thats okay! It's a lot nicer to be someone that can use regression voluntarily and positively, and enjoy the time spent regressing. If you are able to complete basic tasks and bodily care, are aware and/or comfortable in being an adult, find your regression is mostly/entirely enjoyable or comforting, can function without adult input/help, or your regression is voluntary, you are likely not a permanent regressor.

Can I become a permanent regressor?

No. Permanent regression is not only completely involuntary, but also comes with a whole lot of pain, discomfort, and confusion. It is not something to aspire too or want to "achieve." While it's very possible to have good times and positive feelings as a permanent regressor, it is still a symptom of severe conditions. Just because it may sound like something nice, to "really feel like a kid all the time," in reality it is a life of misplacement and can be lonely.

Important things to note

Permanent regression is not something that is usually healthy or happy for those going through it. It is very important that if you are privleged enough to have access to healthcare such as therapy, and you feel you may be in permanent regression or nearing it, to see someone that can help you cope with it. Not everyone has access to the trauma therapy or medication needed to be able to move on and heal, and some people that are permanently regressed will not be able to move past it at all. Be concious of how you speak to those that experience it, and understand that what others are going through is likely much more alarming for them than it is for you.

Coined by me and my regressor

June of 2023

#permanent regression #permanent regressor #permanent caregiver

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