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its-your-mind · 2 months
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YOU ALL FUCKIN DOUBTED ME
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p-seduonym · 9 months
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Being the Illegitimate Fiancé of Yandere William James Moriarty
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A/N: This is my first time posting something like this so just bear with me, kay?
You were the product of a tryst between a count and a maid. From the moment you were born, you were an outsider.
Unlike the count’s legitimate children, you lived as if you were just another servant. You slept in the servant’s quarters. You ate with them. You wore clothing made from spare uniforms. You had chores to complete. 
For a time, you were content with this life, living obediently and without complaint. The servants looked at you with a mix of pity and disdain, and you were the bane of the count's wife existence, but you still believed that, with effort, you would be loved.
However, one day, you were called to the office of the count for the first time. There you were told of your engagement to the second son of Count Moriarty, to secure stronger ties to a wealthier family.
Essentially, you had been sold off. Sacrificing the illegitimate daughter rather than having to marry off their true daughter to a mere second son.
From then on, the count tried to polish you into something resembling a noble's child. You were dressed in expensive, yet modest clothing. You were assigned an etiquette tutor to teach you. The maids you used to work beside now were responsible for bathing and dressing you. Preparing a lamb to slaughter.
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In the wake of the fire and his first crime, William was surprised to hear that the original son of Count Moriarty was engaged.
The fire had, of course, postponed your first meeting, but everything had already been made official.
Now, William was intelligent enough, so it wouldn’t be too difficult for him to find a way to annul the engagement.
However, he heard rumors from the hushed whispers of the servants of the Rockwell estate. About how you were the bastard child of a maid and a count, who had been sold off. About how you were previously nothing but another servant until the count realized your value as a marriage candidate.
Now, this interested him, as you were in a rather pitiful position. A girl who was the result of a noble’s selfishness being dressed up as one and being forced into an engagement at such a young age.
For that reason, William was polite to you when you came to visit the brothers at the Rockwell manor. Cordial, yet distant. However, that would eventually change.
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You would greet him in such an unsure manner, clearly not used to the noble etiquette quite yet, and would have a hard time meeting his eye. Regardless, he would smile his typical genial smile.
At first, he wouldn’t consider you that much. Simply a pawn in your opportunistic father plans. Honestly, it would be a mercy to break the engagement, if not for your own sake.
However, he would be lying if he said your meek demeanor wasn’t endearing. So unlike the typical arrogance of nobility.
You were innocent.
Gradually, his obsession would grow.
He would want to protect from everything. Even himself.
He would never tell you about his plans. You were far too pure to be tainted in such a way.
In a way, you would be his escape from cruel reality. An oblivious and innocent light in his ever darkening world.
Deep down, I think he would like to marry you, to build a life with you.
And maybe, if he allows himself to be selfish for even a moment, he would.
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harumscarumcos · 4 months
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Hobie Brown knows the Doctor. Why?
Because Daniel Kaluuya was on that one episode of Doctor Who and I choose to believe the two crossed paths for a couple adventures in which Hobie learned enough from the Doctor to then be able to also recreate the dimensional wrist watch (even if the Doctor thinks that those type of devices are “cheap and nasty”, and definitely disapproves of it possibly cause “hey what the HELL are y’all doing ripping through the very fragile fabric of reality with these things”) in this essay I will
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urfavtwat · 6 months
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On hiatus, cant be bothered with life rn.
Anyway, see you tomorrow.
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endlessnightarts · 3 months
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Not immune to that gay little rock queen from Trolls 2
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ottererpop · 1 year
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full ref of my silly little dt self insert
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couchnapping · 1 year
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Some fake right-wing outrage clickbait YouTube thumbnails I made from a picture of my dog a while back
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inutaffy · 1 year
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A Letter // Lang Leav
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singlularbraincel · 1 month
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at what age do parents stop breathing down your fucking neck
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domesticabuser · 10 months
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if only you knew of half of the devious shit i could say about armin kieran crowley misha sherlock that is far worse than me posting 'i cant find clothes in my size'
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transmasc-totoro · 4 months
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Leaving work at 11:30 pm because a resident needed to talk to me. WHY is my boss trying to pay me less. Genuinely. I am good at my job and part of that is that I come in early, to talk to my coworkers about their shift and do the count early and help them at the end of their shift. I am working!!! She knows that!! She has seen me. She took four hours off my timesheet without asking (and my coworker for the same reason). I talked to her about it and hopefully it will be better. I feel like I’m going insane. 11 hours of my day are spent at work or commuting to work and I am good at my job. And I help these women and my shift reports are gold. Yes I could be better at med key. Im 24 I should be at the club Andronique
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p-seduonym · 10 months
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Since the Yandere Yuukoku Moriarty scene is dryer than the Sahara...
Let me elaborate on a point I made with Yandere Liam that I never expanded on.
I've been toying around with the concept of the oringinal William being engaged just before the fire and was planning to meet his fiance for the first time before he died.
So Liam is left with a fiance from a noble family that he has no interest in, seeing as they provide no benfit for his ultimate plans, but slowly but surely becoming enamored with his innocent and oblivious Darling. A spark of light in his dark and blood stained world.
I am on no sleep rn so this might be shit but I needed to get this out of my system.
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Second-person narration is a little-used technique of narrative in which the action is driven by a character ascribed to the reader, one known as you. The reader is immersed into the narrative as a character involved in the story.
Get off my back all you anons
It's my style of writing not me or i.
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bearlytolerant · 6 months
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Me, minding my business, pulling up my docs to finish chapter 3 of renegade.
Delgado, now a constant figure in the background: Fleet first.
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neakco · 7 months
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Get Off My Back
Masterlist Ao3
Based off the song Get Off My Back by Bryan Adams.
Damian and Tim are facing off in an ally trading blows and insults.
Requested by ArtisticNinjaCat on Ao3, happy birthday, for whenever it may be or have been.
Damian laughed mockingly, “You, beat me in a fight? Really Drake?”
The two Robins stared each other down in one of Gotham's many side streets. Light reflected off glistening puddles of rain water, the torrential downpour keeping all but the most determined, or most insane, inside.
Damian drew a knife, the ally too narrow for his katana. “I have bore witness to your fights Drake, unless you have gained powers of a supernatural nature , you are doomed. So leave me be.”
Tim drew his baton and took a confident step forward. “Really Gremlin, that the best you have? Insults and words, you are nothing more than a soaked, frightened kitten yelling loudly and puffing up his fur to try to look bigger and scarier. Reality check, it isn’t working.”
Damian’s hand twitched briefly as he resisted the urge to retaliate. “At least I have claws, all you have are your words Drake. Fancy words you use to worm into people’s cranium. You really have lost it if you think your simple taunts will work on me.” His grip on the dagger loosened, a taunt in its own right. “If you really are determined to fight than I recommend losing the air of cowardice and actually attempt your version of an attack.”
Tim moved faster than the psychos they normally fought, but Damian had been expecting it and used the pommel of his blade to block before countering with a kick. Tim dodged back and they were again staring.
“Nice attempt, for a kid of 12, will you now forfeit and leave me to my own?”
“Brat, you wish!” Tim tossed a baterang and came at where Damian would be if he dodged, “I refuse to lose.”
Instead Damian inception the baterang with his own and aimed a fist towards Tim’s remaining kidney.
They kicked up mud and gravel, each landing and receiving blows. The I suits slowly dissolved to simple name-calling until they both froze at some unheard signal.
“Enough tomfoolery, I am positive I heard father leave.”
“I second.”
Quickly putting away weapons they started to remove any trackers from their persons.
“You are positive father will believe we were too angry to pull off this rescue in coordination?”
“Heist, little brother, call it what it is.” Tim pulled two small bags from hiding and tossed one towards Damian. From his own he pulled out an entirely black outfit which he started to pull on over his uniform.
“The animals are being experimented on,” He huffed while pulling on his own black clothing. “therefore it is a rescue.”
“Maybe, but we are also stealing their data and releasing it to the media. Therefore, heist.”
“Fine, but if anyone asks, I won.”
“Deal, but if they ask, I haven’t slept in about a week.”
“Drake!” Damian turned sharply to his brother, a hint of concern shadowed in his eyes.
“Relax Gremlin, I actually slept last night. This heist is far too important to both of us.” He pulled up his sleeve to glance at his watch. “I think we have 2 hours before B gets suspicious enough to check on our fight.”
Damian grinned and took off running, “As if I would need more than one.”
As always I wrote this on a phone so any constructive criticism is welcome. Please point out if Damian's name is spelt 'Damien' my phone has an issue with autocorrect.
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violetfeatherwind · 11 months
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Hey! Thot bots (I assume)! Get off my blog! Take you’re porn adds and get off of Tumblr!!
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