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wrathful--artist · 9 months

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Infected/Zombie Reader helping RE men (Leon K., Carlos O., & Ethan W.)

Somewhat based on that one zombie reader post by @qdbs-writes because honestly it was really cute and this idea has been bouncing in my brain for a bit. I’m going to preface that I’ve only played RE2R, but I have a vague understanding of the RE lore and stories, i’m only doing these three because I know them the best, if I knew chris better I would’ve added him

(this is just a suggestion but here’s what’s damaged on your zombie body: right eye gone, right cheek crewed off, left shoulder nearly gone, and several bites all around)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE2)

You’re one of the many, many, people who fled to the RPD to escape the growing hoards of zombies, unfortunately you were infected early on and hid out in one of the many storage rooms as you succumbed to the virus

…but your conscious stays somewhat intact, sure every thought is slower and less verbose but you still have some of it left, speaking is hard as well but you can speak to some degree

you stay on the third floor, observing Marvin and eventually Leon once he comes in

You’re enamored as soon as you see him, so you decide to try and help him as he goes through the entire RPD, placing some ammo here, some boards there, in general helping out behind the scenes despite how slow you move

This slowness bites you when you go down to the main hall to place a green and red plant you had found next to the typewriter, since Leon had been limping for quite awhile around the RPD

You gently place the two plants (still in the containers, you can’t grind them up due to the shakiness in your zombified hands) but you hear Leon coming down from the second floor library so you try and shuffle back into a room to hide again, until you hear the click of his gun

You turn around and see Leon, gun raised to likely give you a headshot like he’s given to plenty of the other zombies around (you know since you’ve seen plenty bodies with exploded heads..)

So you just, start shuffling backwards with arms raised in peace, mumbling ‘sorry.. sorry.. please, no.. hurt’ as best you can with your undead voice, which comes out pretty rough

Leon was about to shoot you but as soon as he saw you back away and mumble what sounded like human speech and not just growls and rumbles, so he lowers his gun slightly, tilting his head at you

You escape into the west office, and Leon fully lowers his gun and then looks at the plants you left him (he uses them, he’s not an idiot to ignore a healing item when he’s been at ‘danger’ for 2 hours)

When Leon unlocks the Goddess statue you come out from hiding and softly approach, and hand him some ammo and healing items “good.. byye..” you say to him look at him with your singular eye (you lost the other one when you got infected) before starting to walk off

Leon watches you walk away, about to hide again and he hesitates before saying “Wait, would you… like to come with me?”.

He watches you turn slightly and grumble “..you.. sure?”

He nods at you and you walk back up to him, and follow him as he goes down the stairs

Bonus:

During the G-3 fight you help by throwing yourself at him and stab one of the eyes with a knife Leon gave you, smiling in triumph when you stab an eye fully

Ada is very cautious and nearly shoots you several times, she thinks you’re just in the early stages of infection and she doesn’t want you killing her pawn (leon) before he gets the virus for her

When you get on the train Claire and Sherry are a bit wary of you but during the trip they start to like you, Leon’s account helps a lot as well

Carlos Oliveria (RE3)

Similar to Leon’s, you’re one of the people who fled to the RPD and got infected, and hid in a storage room (this storage room was clearly for all the Christmas decor… the bells gave it away)

You picked off the bells and kept them in a small box, as well as stealing post-it notes and a pen from the west office

From the second floor you watch Carlos and Tyrell make their way in, watching them scope out the place

As soon as you saw Carlos, you muttered under your breath “he..h.. scruffy..”

You noticed he was having a hard time with the Lickers, so you decided to make use of the bells you took, throwing them down hallways out of sight of Carlos so the Lickers chased the noise

He heard the chiming, making a remark like “The hell is that coming from?”

After awhile of doing this, you decided to just gift Carlos the bells

You place them on a desk with the brightest sticky note you could find

He finds it, noticing the stark contrast of the gloomy environment of the RPD, and reads the note

‘For the licks! Hold tighy in hnd then throw, it loud so they chse! : )’ was written on the note, it was hard to read being a shaky and messy handwriting but he got the general idea, chuckling at the squiggly smily face on it

He opens and sees 4 tiny golden bells

He looks around, hoping to maybe find who put it there but finds nothing, nothing but a hunched over dead (?) zombie next to the desk “Whoever put this here, Thanks, and thanks for probably being the reason for saving my ass a few times”

He leaves and you say to the air “no.. problemmm..!”

You start following him around and so he eventually notices you, and nearly shoots you on the spot before you move your hand to ring the golden bell you kept and attached to a string as a necklace

He relaxes a bit but keeps his guard up until he realizes that you’re just an innocent smart (questionable) zombie!

Bonus:

Before realizing that you weren’t gonna hurt him, he really thought you were because you kept staring up at his head… In reality you just really wanted to pet his hair, but because words are hard when you’re a zombie and you didn’t wanna get shot you just didn’t say anything

(You eventually did get to touch his hair, muttering a “soooft.. so.. soooft!”)

In that helicopter cutscene when Nicholai is about to shoot Jill, you jump from nowhere and tackle the guy by the neck; Carlos shouts in exclamation “Hell yeah! Get him!” before Nicholai punches your jaw right off (ouch)

Ethan Winters (RE7)

In this case you’re kinda like Ethan if he didn’t get all his memory and body transferred (does.. does that make sense???)

Since the moment Ethan stepped into the Baker House, you’ve been watching him

While you can’t remember most of your past, you know you were human like him, and watching him brings you a sense of… comfort. So you watch as he explores the house, trying to find Mia

Sometimes you forget what you’re doing and make noise, making Ethan more paranoid as he goes through the house (you felt bad every time you accidentally spooked him)

Watching him getting attacked by Mia was a nightmare, and you felt like you shouldn’t intervene… until Mia stabbed him in the hand

You emerged from the shadows (and mold..) and pulled her off of Ethan, giving a soft growl at her before she tried to attack you. You sidestepped and pushed her into the wall, which caused her to knock her head against the wall and faint

You stared down at her before turning to Ethan, who was a bit put off by your appearance

“You’re… hurt. Follow.” and you start walking to where a first aid liquid was hidden away and hand it to him

After patching him up you go over to the boarded up door and started to remove the wood with ease, before Mia got back up and threw Ethan through the nearly open door. You yelp (with some scratchiness) at that before running up to try and help, but then Ethan swung an axe into her neck.

You look at him and see the horror in his eyes at what he’s just done, you reach out to touch his back before slightly withdrawing; “you… oo-kay?” You asked in a low voice, and he shook his head before standing up and making his way deeper into the house, fully ignoring you after that.

So you follow, wanting to make sure he’s okay. He’s the only thing human in this house (for now)

Then Mia comes back again, of course, stabbing Ethan in the hand with a screwdriver this time. You run up and start trying to pry it out of the wall and his hand, before you see Mia coming with a chainsaw. She slashes with the chainsaw, cutting you in half at the shoulder before hitting Ethan’s wrist.

You blackout for awhile, coming to after about an hour as your body of mold stitches itself back together into one solid form again

Submerging into the mold, you reform in the living room adjacent to the nightmare dining room, seeing the back of Ethan tied in one of the chairs

You carefully untie him from the chair, before being noticed Marguerite pulled you up by the hair unto the table

You reach into a clump of mold and pull a smoke bomb before pulling Ethan out of the chair and away

From there on you helped him the best you could

Bonus:

You alway try and take the hits for him, he’s still fleshy and human, you can take it! He’s still worried for you despite the fact you can patch yourself back together.

When Ethan dies and becomes mold, you feel bad for him. You don’t tell him, since if he thinks he’s still human, then he’s still human to you.

After the BSAA comes you don’t know what to do, you assume you’re going to be left there or be experimented on… but Ethan calls your name (that you told him at some point, it’s one of the only things you have left from before being molded) and gestures you to come with him, you come close before fearfully looking at Chris, but he just nods and lets you on the helicopter.

OKAY WOW this is… something. I don’t know. I kinda gave up in that last one despite Ethan being my favorite next to Leon. I really hope, that this is good, im some way, amd i hope i didnt totally screw the canon, ahhh. Hope people like thissss,,, would’ve done art but i’ve got art block

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gravyhoney · 20 days

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Guys what if Sora but she’s slightly resistant to Arin finding his parents bc she’s afraid he won’t need her anymore.

#maybe ooc #idk y’all tell me #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #ninjago sora #ninjago arin #mason talks #mason posts

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j-eryewrites · 1 month

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Stressed Out

MAIN MASTER LIST

Word Count: 1.k <

Warnings: Not really any, kind of ooc Sherlock (but who cares)

Author's Note: Finally feeling like I have time to write and that the writing gods have been in my favor. This was a fun little one-shot to write. While I'm still trying to get back into my writing groove, this one shot definitely helped get some of the dust off my creative writing brain. So, thank you @my-dear-sweet-melody for requesting this one. I hope you enjoy it!

You weren’t sure how you’d been doing it: managing the day-to-day lives of two people who also happened to be good friends of yours, assisting Sherlock with cases, seeing things you’d never thought you’d see in your lifetime (both good and bad), juggling relationships, your own well-being and health, and time to relax. Although it seemed like you had less and less time to do the things concerning yourself. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but when you were thrust into the world of Sherlock Holmes, more important things came into play.

Sherlock was the first to notice how the stress was weighing on you. It was a total shock when he casually announced your current state to John. The moment the words of concern were uttered from Sherlock’s lips, the puzzle in John’s mind had been completed. With the help of Mrs. Hudson, the two men began to conspire to make life easier for their dear friend.

At first, Sherlock’s conscious decision to wash his dishes and put them away in the correct cabinets struck you as odd. Sherlock’s mind was usually too busy for such arbitrary tasks, and such magnificent brain power couldn’t be wasted on such a thing. Then came the tidiness of his experiments. You could swear you hadn’t seen a stray finger or eyeball dissolving in vinegar for quite some time.

When you had asked Sherlock about his new behavior, he shrugged it off with some wildly strange research idea he had come up with. You tried to follow along, but your brain began to hurt after a moment, so you opted to believe him instead.

Meanwhile, John took extra care to charge his and Sherlock’s devices. He knew no matter how brilliant Sherlock was, the man seemingly ceased to forget that computers, phones, and the lot needed to be charged via a charging cord and port. On the other hand, Mrs. Hudson made the note to prepare extra tea and biscuits to save yourself the trouble of doing that for Sherlock and John.

Now, you felt no need to question John and Mrs.Hudson’s new behavior. It was in character for them to do small things like that. However, you continued to question Sherlock; he grew tired of it. Why couldn’t you see that he cared for you, too? That maybe he cared a bit more for you than he should. He was growing weary of the excuses he made to your insistent questions when all he wanted to do was throw them up and tell you the truth. Truthfully, the truth was something he insisted upon. Sherlock always found it one way or another. Yet, he could only fib when you had a new query about his altered behavior. Was it hard for you to understand that Sherlock could care? That he, too, could be human?

“Sherlock,” you called as you sat on the couch, pouring over the current case. It was usually your job to organize each thing into its Sherlockian category to save Sherlock his brain power. However, when you opened the file, it had already been done. “Did I happen to organize this in my sleep?” You raised the file and peered at him. Sherlock felt his mind conjure up the latest lie. Just before it left his mouth, he paused. He got up and marched to the window, where he began to gaze out onto the street below. He couldn’t lie anymore. He had to tell you the truth.

“I organized it,” Sherlock said.

You froze. Something was seriously wrong with the man if he was now organizing his own cases. “Sherlock, you never orga–”

“Why can’t I?” Sherlock’s voice grew tense. His eyes clenched shut, all while his back was still towards you. He wouldn’t dare look at you. He knew if he saw your eyes, he’d crumble and tell you everything, but everything was what you needed to hear. Everything was what he needed to say.

“I never said you couldn’t. It’s just,” you faltered, “…strange.”

Within a moment, Sherlock whirled around. His icy blue eyes began to thaw under your gaze. “I observed you have stressed: Your trousers falling to your hips instead of hanging snuggly on your waist, the dark circles under your eyes that only grew prominent by the day, the growing urge to sleep instead of join Mrs. Hudson for the weekly watch party of the latest soap opera,” Sherlock shut his mouth. He had said too much already; he shouldn’t say more, but his lips moved again. “I wasn’t the only one who noticed, John and Mrs. Hudson, too. We devised a plan to lessen the blow of our–my constant mess.”

As Sherlock spoke, you realized his words were only the truth. You had noticed you suddenly had more time to eat a meal, spend time with your favorite landlady, who was more like a mother, go on walks in the park with John, listen to Sherlock compose his latest piece, sleep, and live life as it should be lived. Amidst Sherlock’s rambling, you whispered, “Why?”

“Because we–because I care you for,” Sherlock choked.

Slowly, you remove yourself from the comfort of the couch cushions and find a place in front of Sherlock. You watch as Sherlock shudders from the touch of your hand on his cheek. “Thank you,” you said as a smile grew. “Thank you for caring when I forgot to take care of myself. Although…”

Sherlock frowned.

“…while I appreciate the sentiment of you organizing your own cases, John charging the computers, and Mrs. Hudson always preparing tea, I’d still like to be able to do my job. After all, the great Sherlock Holmes still needs to use his brain power to solve cases and save the day.”

Sherlock could only smile at that response for he'd give you anything you'd ask. "Of course. Of course, Y/N."

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twintravelers · 4 months

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goodbye my danish sweetheart is a kaveh-centric hkvh song !!!!!!!! listen to me

alhaitham falling for kaveh first, since the academia days. there was always something between them, but it was never addressed before the project destroyed whatever they had. and after alhaitham opening up his home to kaveh, after they start falling back into their old routine, after he notices alhaitham taking care of him every time he gets drunk, it finally dawns on him. it's always been them.

in his room, thinking about what to say. wondering if alhaitham would give him the time of day so they could talk about it all, if every unspoken word could finally see the light of day, everything laid bare between them. wondering if maybe he might’ve already given up on him, it’s been so long. maybe they’re too different now. (continued below cut)

kaveh overthinking that maybe, actually, alhaitham just wants him out of his life, out of his home soon, and that he doesn't deserve the love that he might have had before now because of how far they’ve diverged from each other since they’ve met, with the underlying fear of not just being good enough.

his ideals. his ideals are what keep him alive, but also could be considered his greatest demise. and alhaitham sees it, he knows what it does, but he can't stop kaveh from it. it's something he will forever hold on to, because it is what keeps him from falling apart. the guilt, pain, and memories that threaten to shatter kaveh completely are what fuel him, his ideals always pushing him forward.

and there he is, thinking about alhaitham. he’s never listened to his junior, but now all he wants is for him to tell him what to do w his feelings, the rational part to his emotional self. after so many years, after he finally realized his feelings, is it too late? did he miss his chance?

yet again the overthinking presenting itself again, with guilt and shame of how he is right now, and how he probably doesn’t deserve the love alhaitham might give him, because he's so preoccupied of ruining everything again.

kaveh doesn’t know what this unresolved tension is going to lead to, but god forbid he hurts alhaitham with his feelings, which might not even be reciprocated anymore. but again, it’s been them, right? kaveh & alhaitham. the sun & the moon. together. he couldn’t bear to be without him, even if it’s unrequited. he can only hope alhaitham still has good memories of them together in the past. maybe he can hold on to that. to him. because, to kaveh, there’s no one better than alhaitham.

there we go!! i feel like i'm not great at putting my thoughts into words but i hope that this makes at least a bit of sense <3 i love them

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loganlermanstanaccount · 1 year

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Wash Day

pairing: Joel Miller x black!reader, Sarah x platonic!reader.

(AO3 mirror)

summary: pre outbreak, you and Joel help Sarah with a hair crisis.

warnings: none, just disgustingly self indulgent fluff.

a/n: Joel is on the list of canonical fictional snow bunnies. I don't wanna hear shit abt it tbh. The girls that get it….

wc: 700

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Sundays were the only day Joel got to sleep in. But at 9.00 am sharp, he stirs, to find rumpled sheets left in your wake. You were out of bed. The time? Earlier than he'd like but he could manage. Almost ten minutes go by and there's no sign of you. He hears the shower turn on and quiet sobs from the bathroom out in the corridor. He leaps out of bed. Shit. What day was it? Opening the door to the bathroom, there you were, rubbing Sarah's back as she sobbed on the tiled floor.

It was wash day in the Miller household; and Joel knows that means hell.

Opened bottles of shampoo and curl creams she had laid waste to covered every inch of the countertop. And there, in its crest, were the tinny speakers of her phone up on YouTube. A hair tutorial; the slimy culprit.

Sarah was distraught, poor thing, her hair heaped in crude buns all over her head. There was a nasty knot at the nape of her neck as you cradled and held her to your chest.

You cooed and petted her, "It's not that bad at all Sarah, just might take some time. If you let me help we can get it done before-"

She cocks her head at the sound of a door opening. Fighting through sobs, "Shit, dad! not nooow,"

He was frozen. He felt useless until you caught his eye and nodded towards the door. Joel backed out as you poked your head around the door.

"We need the wide toothed comb and the leave in on Sarah's desk. Then if you go through my overnight bag you'll find some hair gel and a toothbrush in a makeup bag. Not my actual toothbrush, Joel-"

"-the musty one for your hair, I got it." He winks as you deadpan and close the door in his face. Not the time for jokes, he notes.

You work quickly, considering things. Joel brings extra towels and snacks as he watches you work: steaming and lathering up Sarah's hair with conditioner in the sink, combing out the knots with your fingers. He helps of course, you were just much better at it. Before long, his daughter's hair was braided into sections and knot free. You kissed her forehead gently. Her eyes were still red but she had stopped crying, at least.

"Get the dining table ready and we'll have a go downstairs, okay?"

She lit up, eyes bright, excited that maybe she could have her hair just so. She raced downstairs, towel over her shoulders to set up. Joel's staring now, lovingly. Opening his mouth, you cut him off.

"Don't you dare Miller. It's nothing, the least I can do. She's been talking about that party for weeks now," you busy your hands by clearing up the sink.

"And doing everything at the last minute, as usual." He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. "Give her a break, Joel," He's behind you now, hands on your hips and looking at you through the mirror. He adjusts your headscarf, poking his tongue out in faux concentration. You laugh and he beams.

You had the set up down to a tee now; streamlined for maximum efficiency. You section Sarah's hair whilst she hands you products and tidbits of gossip. Joel makes breakfast, standing in the doorway every now and then to feed you toast. Braiding takes a little longer, especially since Sarah was a perfectionist. But you were used to her demands and had an eye for detail. Deft fingers weaving in and out her hair, precise parting, rinse, repeat. It was almost 2pm when you finally finished. Sarah squeals in delight when you hold up the mirror and show off the final product.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Emma's gonna be so jealous tonight - oh god and with the dress! Stay here, I'll change quick, and show you my dress!" She clatters upstairs in a hurry.

You practically collapse on the sofa and Joel scoops you up in his arms.

"Where'd you learn to braid like that, sweetheart?“ he asks, covering your jaw and neck in kisses.

You turn to him with a lazy smile.

"My mom. Every couple of weeks, before school started on Monday she'd sit me down and do my hair. And then I'd do my sisters'. It's a whole…. a whole thing. Maybe I'll teach you, Miller."

#maybe ooc #idgaf at this point #joel tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel x reader #joel miller x black!reader #black!reader #tlou fic #tlou #tlou hbo #and then they all lived happily ever after

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oml3tte · 6 months

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From my tiktok🥸

#off (game)#off (mortis ghost)#off game #off fanart #the batter #offtober #offtober 2023 #the batter off #the batter fanart #maybe ooc

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draguuula · 1 year

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FOREST FELINE.

synopsis: mychael takes to comforting you when the wave of dread knowing you'll likely never see your beloved cat again hits you. hurt/comfort, cute fluff <3 BEWARE !! i did not proof read... live laugh love myc.

it was cozy curled up by the fireplace in mychael's cottage as the crackles soothed your brain from running completely rampant the way it wanted to right now. you felt terrible for being a killjoy despite not voicing it at all. i mean, it had to be silly after all- right? seriously, running yourself ragged all the way out here for hours just to find a cat of all things... were you stupid or brave?

mychael's anomally of a tail flicked behind him as he watched you with multiple glowing yellow irises, observing your face as you stared into the pits of the fire minding its business in his fireplace.

"...what's on your mind, firefly?" he asked, startling you out of your tense expression.

"ah, nothing...! ...nothing much, that is. i just... miss my cat, is all..." you trailed off.

he sweat dropped at your words, glancing away stiffly. you had a right to know, but... he shook his head, going against his thoughts, and draped another one of his many knitted blankets over your shoulders that were already stacked with woven material.

"...you care very much for your cat... yes?"

"mhm, more than you could ever know."

he bit his lip just the slightest. maybe it was too soon. oh, it most definitely was too soon to say something like this, but he couldn't bare seeing the little firefly in front of him tremble with overwhelming guilt and sadness eating away at them, he just-

"would you... like to... pet me instead...?"

"what?"

his face flushed azure immediately, his black sclera more visible than ever as his eyes widened at the words that left his own mouth. he had never wished more that he hadn't shown them his face. at least then, he could have a reason to hide his face even the slightest bit with his hair.

speaking of his hair, before he could muster up any apologies to sputter out, he felt your fingers thread themselves through his blonde locks slowly. it sent a shudder down his spine, and he visibly trembled when his ears folded back.

it was quiet in the room, but not uncomfortably so, surprisingly, due to the fact both of you were blushing messes in your own respective contrasting blush.

before mychael could say anything further, his shoulders slumped, and all words died on his tongue. all four of his eyes closed, and his brows furrowed together to try and not get overwhelmed by your gentle administrations soothing him.

his lip quivered from the comfort. you both needed this.

"mychael... are you... purring right now?"

his eyes shot open and his jaw tensed a bit. was he?

the sound of your infectious giggles on top of the calming feeling of your hand on his head rolled away any lingering thoughts he had left - rational ones, at least.

he spared you a glance with soft eyes glowing alongside the fireplace's illumination, smiling warmly whilst sinking into your touch. a happy rumble emitted from his chest.

you were meant to be here.

to be here with him, he thought, his tail flicking happily and his ears drooping.

#ate ur heart #mushroom oasis #mo headcanons #mychael x mc #mychael x reader #yandere visual novel #itch.io #headcanons #imagines #drabble #fluff #god i forgor how to tag???#light angst #???#maybe ooc #mushroom oasis vn

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ghosttalksalot · 8 months

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there's something so special to me about tender identity/face reveals. this ramble might be a little ooc but shhhhh i dont have much practice writing them yet

peter and wade are close, they both know how much the other cares for them at this point; even though they don't know whats under the other's mask. wade's relentless flirting and peter's quips are always exchanged with large grins under their masks. and they've had more than one rooftop heart-to-heart.

since they've been working together, peter has had wade's back, so he hasn't seen him die yet. he knows wade can, and has, but he hasn't seen it happen. he's been careful, catching him with webs before he falls, not letting wade get impaled too badly, using webbing to take away whatever weapon was about to deal a fatal blow.

but then the day comes, when they're fighting someone or other, and peter gets a little too distracted and wade gets shot through the head in a way that kills him. peter feels it coming before he turns to see and hear it and the guilt is unbearable. and now wade is dead. and peter is angry, angrier than hes been in a long time. this time when he leaves them webbed up for the cops they're a lot more broken than usual. and he scoops up wade and takes him somewhere quiet to wait for him to come back.

peter quickly finds a place, somewhere good enough, quiet and isolated where no one will stumble upon them. he gently places wade down, the temporarily-dead merc's head in his lap. and he sits there, nervous and watching for movement. he pulls his mask up to wipe his eyes once or twice when the tears start blurring his vision because fuck, it hurts, and he blames himself. even though this time it isnt forever, someone else peter cared about has died, and he could have stopped it. but he was too distracted, and he didn't.

wade comes to soon, but not soon enough, disoriented but calming quickly at seeing spider-man's mask right in front of him. peter asks if he's okay before he brings him up to speed, slowly, still feeling choked. a hiccup from crying that he just couldn't hide gets out and wade notices, head still in his friend's lap.

"what's the matter, that's not for me is it? i told ya, 'm fine now, webs, don't worry your pretty head"

"i know, i know, i just..." peter hesitates. "i didn't want you to be..." he lets a sob escape again.

"oh, you know that's not me. i always come back, see?" wade holds his hands up and waggles his fingers in the air for effect. "i'm not going away aaaanytime soon, spidey, alright?"

"can i ask a favor? you can say no, i swear you can, i just..."

"what is it, what can i do?" wade asks, although he already knows

peter slowly brings his hands up to the bottom of wades mask, and he hooks his fingers under the bottom, questioning but not insistent. "can i see? i just want... want to see you breathe, to know you're really alright under there."

wade grabs peters wrists, gently, and sighs. "i... i'm not so sure you really want to see what's under this thing, i'm not the prettiest on a good day, you know"

"please? i don't.. i don't care what you look like, i just... i want to see that you're alive"

wade lets out a sigh again and tries not to get in his own head. its spidey, he knows him. he thinks it over once, twice, several times, but he can feel the worry radiating off of spider-man of all people, and decides to just hope there's no gagging or recoil. when peter's hands move further, gently pulling from his hold, wade lets them slip from his grasp. peter pulls the mask up and off of wade's face so it rests on his head like a beanie. he stares intently down at the man below him, watching his eyes move and seeing his face change as he takes shakey breaths. wade pulls his gaze away from the large white lenses and tries not to grimace, his mind racing as he tries to imagine what peter must be thinking at seeing his scarred, "damaged" face.

but when peter pushes up his own mask, wade turns and looks up at him and sees no disgust. no sickness. no regret or disappointment or anything else his anxious mind came up with. instead, peter looks at him with nothing but genuine affection, and he's so overwhelmed doesn't even know how to handle all of it.

"see?" wade asks, breath catching in his throat. "alive as can be, webs."

peter smiles at him and puts his hands on either side of wade's face. it's gentle, caring. like he's afraid he'd crush wade between his palms if he put any more pressure, and wade leans into the touch. they'd been close before, but never like this. wade just closes his eyes, and lets himself be held. his heart skips a beat as peter's thumb strokes his cheek.

"my name. its peter, peter parker," wade opens his eyes to grin up at him, at peter.

"wade wilson, at your service," peter chuckled, they both knew he knew that already but he lets wade get away with it anyway. he wiped his wet eyes once more, before running his (dry hand's) thumb along wade's textured jawline.

"sure you want to keep your eyes on this mug, peter?" wade asked quietly. "'ts no easy feat."

peter frowns slightly at that. "'course i do, wade.." he presses a gentle kiss to wade's forehead, right between two of his scars. "there's nothing wrong with it, not to me"

wade looks peter in the eyes and as hard as he searches, he can see no trace of a lie, no hint of pitt. he holds back the sarcastic comments for... maybe the first time in his life, and just accepts it. he accepts the moment of closeness.

#spideypool #my ramblings #maybe ooc #i tried to keep it from getting too ooc #i just want them to be affectionate #let them be soft mkay #ghosty ficlets

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chimeralapdog · 16 days

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Hi! This is my first time writing/actually uploading a fic in a long time 😭Crossposting from AO3 <3

Cold Pillows and Warm Blades (894 words)

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of blood, sparring, fighting

“C’mon. Hit me again.” Ghost said huskily, his breathing ragged and uneven. He was practically swaying, his head spinning. But he kept spurring Soap on, for some reason. Maybe he had a death wish. Maybe it was something deeper than that. “It’s not a bad thing to let your anger out, Johnny.” This was the closest thing to intimacy he would let himself have. The feeling of Soap’s knuckles grazing his jaw was the nearest thing to a kiss, a tender caress, that he’d allow himself. It wasn’t a masochistic thing. That was far from what was going on. Any other form of closeness or intimacy was too much. It was overwhelming, stifling. He felt trapped in any kind of tenderness. It was a foreign concept to him.

He waved Soap forward, a slight grin on his busted, bleeding lip. His balaclava hid it, but the stains were visible, the metallic smell and taste of blood inescapable. Ghost figured he’d patch himself up afterwards, his knuckles bruised and bleeding, his nose crooked and aching. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t dealt with on his own before. Swiftly, he was knocked out of his thoughts by Soap’s fist directly hitting him in the jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. He hadn’t braced himself for that hit, leaving him flat on his back on the mat below the two men. Soap’s voice was muffled in his ringing ears as Ghost lay on the mat, trying to gain his bearings.

“Ghost. Ghost, goddamn you.” He eventually heard Soap growl at him, an almost worried expression on the sergeant’s face. Ghost slowly managed to open his eyes, his breathing still shallow and shaky. “L.T., If you don’t get up, I’m gonna-” Ghost waved off Soap’s worry with a small gesture of his hand, signalling that he was fine. He was more than fine, actually. Sure, he was in immense pain, and was going to be reeling from this for the next couple of days; but it was worth it, in an almost sick way. “I’m fine. Give me a minute.” He croaked out breathlessly, a low chuckle escaping him. He groaned and leaned back onto the mat, letting himself catch his breath. “...You sure?” He heard Soap ask, his tone having an almost hesitant manner to it. “Don’t worry about it. Never seen you so worked up like that.” Ghost says with a low chuckle, a hint of something akin to admiration in his gruff tone.

After a minute, he let himself get up, still refusing to take off that damned bloodstained balaclava of his. “Rough week?” He asks Soap as he limps over to him. Ghost tilts his head to the side as he speaks, an absentminded gesture even he wasn’t aware of. He could taste the metallic flavour of blood on his tongue, and it was almost enough to make him sick, but at the same time…it was nice. It was a reminder that it was Soap’s hands that had caused that. Maybe he was sick, perverse in a deep, irreparable way. “You could say that.” Soap began, looking over Ghost, making sure he was actually alright. Once he was content with Ghost’s condition, he continued. “It’s just been…stressful, I guess, going on mission after mission, not having time to go on leave or anything.” He sighs. Ghost slowly nods his head, making eye contact with Soap for once, his hazel eyes having an indescribable glint to them. “Mhm. ’m in the same boat. I hope sparring helped you out, at least a little. Usually helps me to get anger out in that way.” He muses, the aches and pains from sparring getting to him, not that he’d show it.

“...Yeah. It’s been therapeutic, in a way.” Soap replies, almost unsettled by Ghost’s sudden eye contact. He furrows his dark eyebrows, noticing that Ghost started to sway slightly. “Are you completely sure you’re fine? I got a few good hits on ya.” He asks in an almost apprehensive way, before he gets cut off by another slight wave of Ghost’s hand. “Don’t worry ‘bout me. I’ve been through worse,” He says with a low chuckle, his voice almost strained. “I’m gonna head back to the barracks, patch myself up a little.” He continues, giving Soap a small, very slight wave. “I’ll see you, Johnny.” Ghost says, stumbling back to the barracks, playing off the amount of pain he’s in. He isn’t even close to being fully recovered from the injuries he sustained on the last mission he went on. But in a strange way, this felt worth it. He was able to do something for Soap. He liked feeling useful, feeling like he was able to do something for someone he cared about, even if he didn’t dare let himself say it.

He was completely lost in his thoughts as he entered the barracks, heading to his bunk. Ghost laid down with a groan, the cold pillow beneath his head a reminder of the lonely existence he lived, the solitude he forced himself into. He’s reminded of all the intimacy he won’t let himself have. What’s wrong with him is wrong all the way through him, he thinks. And there has to be something so deeply wrong with him; as there's no way a man of his ranking should be acting and yearning like this.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghoap #call of duty #modern warfare #modern warefare ii #ghost x soap #my fic #fanfic #what other tags can i put 😭#blood tw #task force 141 #slight angst #??? idk #maybe ooc

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remmicreates · 1 year

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One shot time! - “What they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.” (possibly 1 of 2 ;D )

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Adrien stretched out his fingers from where they pressed out against his lap. The wind ruffled his hair and he hoped he’d be able to flatten it back down by the time he had to return home. If he did return home that night, anyways.

The park was practically empty and he wondered if he should have asked one of his friends if he could come over, before jumping out of his bedroom window and gunning it away from the mansion.

He should’ve transformed into Chat Noir, and ran around the rooftops till he found his lady, but Adrien didn’t want to be Chat right now.

He tugged his hood down off his head and pressed his hand against the satchel bag next to his hip, sat on the old bench next to him. The rumbling of a certain cat god from the inside made Adrien force a small smile.

He may have been alone, but at least he wasn’t home, at least he was with Plagg, even if the menace was asleep, it was better than nothing.

He made a mental reminder to get up in a few minutes, to get ready to walk back, before closing his eyes and leaning his head up to the sky.

He sat for a few minutes before he heard the sound of something landing near him. His eyes shot open, and he looked into his peripherals for anyone, nerves on edge.

He saw no one and let his shoulders relax, turning back to where he had been staring with his eyes closed.

“U-Um Adrien?” A high-pitched voice sounded from next to him and he had to hold back the yowl of surprise the threatened to come out.

He turned and was almost immediately calmed by the sight of his (favourite) classmate and one of his best friends, Marinette, coming into view. She’s holding a bag of what looked to be baked goods in her hands, like the type ladybug brings on lazy patrols. He wonders if she was looking for Ladybug when she found him. She wonders if ladybug is looking for him.

He stops his thoughts there.

“Hey Marinette” he said with a soft smile, scooting to the side so that if Marinette wanted to, she could sit next to him. “What are you doing out this late?”

She smiles, “I was going for a walk, school has been pretty hectic recently, I, Uh, saw you sitting here and I thought I’d go and say hi!” She says, throat was taught, like normal, when she spoke to him. And ‘hi’ most definitely not what she first said to him here, but he wasn’t going to comment on it.

“What are you doing out so late, A-Adrien?” She moved and sat down next to him, bag clutched against her lap.

He hums, facing away from her for a moment. Marinette was always the person he could be honest with, both as Chat and as himself, he could talk to her, he reasons.

“I was feeling-“ he huffs, leaning back against the bench. “I was feeling claustrophobic, I guess. Just wanted out, didn’t really think of where I was going, ended up here.”

Marinette nods, and when Adrien turns to look at her, she’s giving him a look that he usually reserved for Ladybug. (Or Chloe on a really bad day)

“Is there,,,” she trails off, “,, a time you need to be back by?”

He shakes his head, “I snuck out, it’ll be morning by the time they realize I’m gone,”

She nods again, focused, and Adrien smiles fondly, he loved it when she was like this around him, around Adrien.

“You could come back to my apartment. It's pretty warm there, you know.” She looked like she had more to say, but as she looked into Adrien's face, she began to get quieter and quieter.

She snaps out of it, face flushing, “if you wanted to, that is!” She waves her hands in front of her.

Adrien chuckles, before looking up at the sky again. “I would like that,, “ he says with a smile, “,but isn’t it super late? Not sure how your parents would feel about you bringing home a boy past nine pm.”

Her face is still flushed but she grows a playful grin as she speaks, “what my parents don’t know can’t hurt them”

Adrien barks out a laugh at that, hand reaching up to cover his mouth, “didn’t know you were so rebellious Mare.” He stands up, pulling his bag up into his shoulder.

She stands up as well, bag still clutched in her hands. She turned and started walking, “I didn’t know you were” she says, teasing.

Adrien smiles and starts walking next to her. The park wasn’t too far from her place, so they’d make it there in a couple of minutes.

He leans closer to her, “what the game plan then?-“ she turned to look at him, eyes bright.

“-how do I plan on sneaking you past my parents,,,?” She giggles, turning back to face the sidewalk. “Well, you can climb can’t you? If not, we can go through the front door and just be very very quiet, but I usually just climb back up.” She says with a shrug.

He laughs back at her as they step into the centre where the building resides, she leads him into the alleyway next to it.

“ I can climb,,” he tucks his hair behind his ear, “how do you think I got out?”

(and if it were anyone else, anyone other than Marinette, he would have been concerned about entering a dark alley alone with them.)

“ by jumping out the second story window yelling parkour?” She teases, and how dare she be so right. “I mean,,” she flushes again, “I have no idea!”

The alley way is fairly lit, a further up window lighting it up well enough to see. Against the alley wall was a stack of cardboard and other boxes leaned up on it.

“Just follow me, okay?” She affirms as she shoves the bag of good into her mouth and climbs on top the boxes before gripping onto a jutted out brick and swinging herself up to grasp at a window ledge. Once she’s not within kicking range, Adrien climbs up onto the boxes as well and follows her up to the balcony.

She’s waiting for him when he gets there, sitting criss-cross and playing with the latch on the door down to her bedroom.

Adrien leans down and sort-of half-crawls over to her, she stifles a giggle with her free hand as she unlatched the door. She gestures him down the ladder.

He follows here, pushing back his normal urges to cat-climb down into her loft, and avoids touching his shoes to the comforter. (Chat noir doesn’t really have shoes, so Adrien never really thought about it before this)

When they’re both down by her chaise, Marinette breaks the comfortable almost-silence. Do you want to eat some pastries and play video games? My parents think I’m doing homework so they won’t care if I run down to grab some, and what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

Adrien grins widely, “That'd be great Marinette” He rests his palms in his lap, sitting with his calves pressed to his thighs. She smiles back at him and opens the door downstairs and runs to what he assumes is their kitchen.

He looks around the room as if he’s never seen it before. (And he definitely has, as Chat Noir alone and as Adrien with Nino and Alya) He takes in the posters of himself on the cork board above her desk, and the fabrics laid half-hazardly across the floor underneath it.

Vaguely he recognizes one of the smaller fabrics as a very expensive silk, and thinks to himself, that maybe he should buy her a roll,,, or two.

She comes back up in less than five minutes, a tray filled with pastries leftover from the bakery.

He moves forward to grab the tray from her, similarly as he did as chat, less so when the pins were missing, and give her an easier time getting up fully past the ladder.

Once up, she tilts her desk chair over the door, like how she did when Chat came over.

(Adrien wonders how many people Marinette has snuck over, or if the right was reserved for just him)

He sets the tray down in the ground next to him.

He asks the same question he first asked as Chat. “Won’t your parents hear us talking?”

Marinette waves a hand unbothered, grabbing a crepe off the tray and stuffing it into her mouth. “They’ll just assume I’m on a call with Alya, or, that I’ve given up on homework and is playing video games.

“I’m not exactly quiet, and uh-“ she seems to realize that he’s here, for a second time. “-you aren’t exactly super loud either, “ she sputters, “- not that it’s a bad thing! You can be a loud or as quiet as you want!”

Adrien chuckled and picks up a macaron, looking down at the filling inside, she’s grabbed his favourite flavor, again. Had he ever verbally told her that it was? Had she guessed it? Or,,, he looks back over to the posters of himself.

He takes a closer look at them, taking a bite of the macaron. Those were from his most recent shoot, and looked to be taken from the sidelines, as opposed to straight on, as his father liked them to be.

She really was his biggest fan.

“I didn’t realize you were at my most recent shoot.” He mentions casually. She was getting further in the fashion world after all, so maybe he should have expected it.

She chokes, picking up a napkin and covering her mouth as she stammered. “Uh—- yeah! Um, ive been doing that intern program that Vincent’s been doing, for photographers—“

Adrien smiles fondly at her. “—Im not into photography necessarily but I figured it’s be a good idea for if I produce anything to learn more about it and I should asked but I didn’t want—“

“Marinette” he says, cutting her off from rambling any further. “I do wish you would have told me, I would’ve loved to see you. And I’m not surprised you were there, even if it’s just for photography, you really are amazing, it’s nothing new” he takes another bite of the macaron, finishing it off.

Marinette face is red and she giggles a little bit, resting her cheek in her hand. “Thank- thank you, Adrien, you’re pretty incredible too.”

Adriens smile brightens. “Why don’t you tell me some of the stuff you learned, father never lets me stay long enough after to ask any questions, but I always thought it was really cool.”

He takes another macaron off the tray, and Marinette begins talking.

By the time she’s done telling him, and by the time Adrien had stopped listening, it was midnight. They knew it was getting later and later as Sabine and Tom had gone to bed and the noises outside stopped in frequency. The tray has been long since empty.

Marinette checks her phone and announces it being “twelve o’ clock” and Adrien sighs. He stands up, knees popping from how long he’d been sitting. Marinette rushes to stand up next to him.

“I better get home,” he looks out the window, “it’s pretty dark out. “

Marinette bites her lip, but doesn’t say anything. Adrien turns to face, “walk me out, or, um, down? I suppose” he jokes

She nods and they make it up to the balcony. “Thank you for inviting me over Marinette, I’m glad I was able to sneak out tonight, you’re much warmer than the mansion ever is”

“Of course a-Adrien, you’re welcome anytime, um-“

“Tell me next time you make it to the shoot, I’ll sneak you back so you can look at some of the designs up close.”

“Are you sure your father won’t be upset at us for that?” She looks nervous as she guides him to the edge of her balcony.

He looks over the edge, leaning on his forearms. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He laughs. “Goodbye Mare.”

“Bye,,,”

He climbs down with Marinette's eyes on him, and as he makes the walk home, blue eyes and red ribbons watch him as he goes.

(And it wasn’t like he was worried anyways, He was already good with combat before Chat Noir, he was better now that he was. Muggers and psycho fans no longer carry the same weight to him anymore)

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Might upload this to AO3, let me know if you’d want me to. :)

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uchiwife · 14 days

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うちはシスイ X 春野サクラ

[SMAU]

⤷ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗬.

• ₊°✧︡ includes: uchiha shisui, haruno sakura, uchiha sasuke (𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥)

• ₊°✧︡ 𝖼𝗐: light angst, jealousy, insecurity, mention of past sexual relationship, fluff. [modern au]

• ₊°✧︡ 𝖺/𝗇: I've always found smau interesting and I love reading them, but this time, for the first time, I'm doing one myself. Hope you enjoy it.♡

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#shisaku #haruno sakura x uchiha shisui #uchiha shisui x haruno sakura #sakura x shisui #sakura haruno x shisui uchiha #haruno sakura #naruto fandom #sakura haruno #shisui uchiha #naruto smau #naruto au #light angst #fluff #maybe ooc

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orbitalbeetle · 1 month

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just binged blood in the bayou at like 2am and had to write this down so. here! little reimagining of the ending scene! thx :]👍

#mine #blood in the bayou #rachel rand #timothy rand #jrwi #just roll with it #maybe ooc #trying my hardest to catch up on previous content in between suckening episodes and before wanderlust HELP M

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sparklinglily · 19 hours

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> quick writing i would like to share. Ratio is quite more cold than he is? Just an idea, nothing really interesting. Aventio.

Aventurine, who was looking for the doctor, finally found him.

—☆—

“Ah, doc, I was looking for you. You see, I would like to ask—” The doctor stops him from talking, looks up at him closing his book “No.”

“Excuse me?” Aventurine looks at him with a brown up “i didn't end my sentence.” He tried to sound calm but was a little bit annoyed.

Ratio rolls his eyes and crosses his arms “I don't care gambler. I have better and more important things to do”

“At least hear what I have to say, please?”

A tired sigh splits out of the doctor's mouth. “Fine, but don't make me lose my time”

The blonde boy takes a breath, even if it was really a stupid request, he couldn't find a better idea to spend time with Veritas. “I… was thinking … if you please can help me tidy my room?” The doctor's face was… undescriptible. “He … helping the gambler to tidy his room? unacceptable! He was an adult! even a kid would be able to do that alone!” That was what he was thinking minutes ago, right now, he was in the gambler's room helping him to clean it, and wow… It was a mess, a big mess. Some people say that your room reflects your mind.

At that moment, Veritas started to believe that theory was true.

“Thank you so much again doc! I thought you won't agree in the end!” Aventurine took a box and put it on the floor. Whatever you think is trash, put it here, I will throw it when we finish." Then he walks to one of the sides of the room and starts to pick up clothes.

“Don't mention it…” Veritas was feeling… sad? for the gambler, seeing all this mess, he found him very annoying sometimes but now … he got a strange feeling … pity maybe? “better not think too much about it…”

Both start to pick up clothes, papers, some bank cards, and whatever was in that pile in the corner…

“Hey … gambler… What is this? A rag?” Ratio picked up an old t-shirt, the one that was a gift from Aventurine's father, it wasn't a rag. It was one of the most precious objects that he would never throw away. “it 's not a rag! is a T-shirt!”

“uh, it is quite… how to say it… it looks like an old rag, I recommend throwing this to the trash.”

“as i said, it. is. not. a. rag.” Aventurine walks to the other side of the room and takes the old shirt from Ratio's hands and puts it over his bed.

“Why are you so attached to an old rag? i thought you were an adult, that you don't act like a child that's attached to his stuffed toy but surprise! seems like you are” Crossing his arms The doctor walks until be in front of the blonde boy. “so? Can you answer me?”

“Is it bad to want to keep a gift?” Aventurine tried to stay calm, but this wasn't something easy for him to talk about. “it was a gift from my dad… I won't throw it in the trash doc…”

“A gift? This? Seriously?” The pity that Ratio felt fir the gambler was slowly disappearing, he was acting like a child that can't accept that has grown up and left the toys behind.

“Y-You know… i asked you for help so i could spend some time with you! I couldn't find any good excuse so I asked you to help me clean my room… but it is obvious that you don't care about no one's feelings…” “I should have heard topaz.” Aventurine take a breath and tried to stay calm. “I don't care if you think it's an old rag… it’s important to me…”

Ratio gave him a cold look “fine, keep your old rag and don't bother me again, kid”

Aventurine can't understand why the doctor acted so angry at him just because he doesn't want to let go of that t-shirt. Ratio doesn't like that Aventurine is so attached to the past.

when Veritas was away from the room Aventurine ran and started to look for Jade, she was probably the one who could calm him down, he didn't cry… he never did it but a homemade tea can always calm the stress right?

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ya that's the end, idk why i wrote it but i remember when aventurine talked to his hologram? other self? and it says “we still have that shirt from dad” or smth like that. Just wrote this so I can get my mind out. hope you like it

#aventio #aventurine #star rail #oneshot #maybe ooc #aventurine hsr #dr ratio #honkai star rail #idk first time i write smth in tumblr

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