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i actually dont know if i can post here anymore the amount of blank blogs that are presumably minors is fucking crazy like why is you being horny more important than you respecting the boundaries of another living breathing human being

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this is actual nikto im so serious

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me heavily identifying with wounded animal helpless characters and also deeply lusting after their abusers probably says something about me but I haven’t unpacked that yet

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Thinking about Konig dying in a glue trap

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this is actually just an unhinged rant i cant be assed to log onto my personal

SCCCREAMING about how he wants to live in this shit city for the rest of his life with extremely high cost of living and the WORST healthcare and the WORST education and with mildly passable neighborhoods we CANT AFFORD and OOOONLY wants to stay for his parents, who plan to travel the world in their old age so they wont even BE HERE, and his fucking siblings who dont give a fuck about him and never visit him, and his friends. are your friends going to push out a fucking baby for you? NO!!! youre going to be THIRTYYY with no kids no family playing FUCKING VIDEO GAMES because i refuse to raise kids in this JANK ASS TOWN and he says oh i want to stay close to family so mama and papa can help out with the baby THERE WONT BE A BABY IF IM FORCED TO STAY HERE

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who up wasting their potential for love

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tumblr is so funny because they’ll see the most ugly fucking shit ass character and go I want that fat boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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post soap death Simon whose heart sinks when you timidly ask him if he thinks Johnny would’ve liked you, and for a brief moment he imagines a world where he lost nothing and gained everything and three isnt a crowd, it’s a blessing

but then there’s the thought that without what happened, he wouldn’t have you in the first place to pull him up out of the dark. as horrible as what happened to Johnny was, all of the suffering led Simon right here to you. and that night when you’re curled up against his side he silently thanks Johnny for that

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hmm post Johnny death reader/ghost where ghoap was a thing.

they weren’t together, how could they have been in their circumstances, when Simon cant extricate himself from Ghost, when either of them can and will and did die and the only option is to move forward unrelentingly

and its years later and maybe he retired and bought a house in the countryside and wakes up alive and unscathed every morning but nothing is better, nothing changes, and he’s drinking himself to death in his picturesque cottage

and then there’s this little thing he bumps into, mustve just moved to the small town Simon crawled to after retirement like a demon crawling to Eden, and something in him stirs for the first time in however long.

and he feels guilt, god there’s fucking guilt, but they stay up with him through it too, and to his surprise they ask about him. and theres no jealousy or pity, and Simon realizes that this might be what it feels like to be loved, raw as it is

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what do we think the cod boys partner Pokémon would be

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simon inviting price over, post-traumatized yn rescue price stubbing out his cigarette in the kitchen and watching you skulk around the house like some house pet that hates strangers, holding a conversation with simon while you stare at him from behind a half-closed door, all big glassy eyes and blank face

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[just a small snippet of the basic gist of my simon/rescued yn fics. like just what theyre usually about conceptually]

they pull her out of a maze of concrete in the mojave, all red dirt and dust and she looks like a wraith or a ghost, he thinks, moreso than even him, all long skinny starved limbs and sunken eyes and a white nightgown thats too big for her, but not big enough to go past her knobby knees, purple and bruised.

and shes so compliant by nature that she doesnt thrash or scream when he hauls her over a shoulder, "'nother civvie recovered", and her limp greasy hair hangs over her face, reminding him of that one movie with the tortured girl crawling out of the well. (shes still and placid, legs limp and dangling, like shes used to being manhandled by men, and the thought makes him a little sick.) he has the wherewithal, at least, to cover her eyes as he steps over the gore in the hallway, big black boots slick with brain matter

and theres nowhere for her to fucking go, because he just popped her family members (tormentors, traffickers) in the head, she hasn't seen a school since she was learning her times tables, and she looks like a stray cat he just pulled out of a fucking drain pipe. all she's missing is the fleas. so he keeps her, like one would a stray cat, of course, brings her across the ocean to his flat. and like a stray cat she hides for a month or more, peeking at him around corners, only coming out at night when she thinks he's long gone to bed, fighting screaming wailing when he puts her under the head of a shower. everyone gives him shit for taking home a stray, but he cant bear the thought of taking away everything she'd ever known, liberating her (though it felt a lot more like burning down a house) just to toss her into the system to be rung out, sedated, institutionalized or god forbid turned loose when she can barely even work a stove.

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takes care of traumatized reader, helps them recover and moves slowly in their relationship for fear of taking advantage or traumatizing them further: simon, soap, gaz, honestly valeria

uses trauma to their advantage and traumatizes you further.: price (let me cook), nikto krueger konig etc (the freak brigade)

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pov you wake up to weird noises in ur kitchen

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one of my more longterm personal projects that I write one shots for occasionally is Simon/rescued cult victim who has no prospects and definitely can’t survive on her own after being raised in isolation. it’s a major crossing of boundaries but he keeps her at home in his flat like a pet because he can’t bear to watch her go through the system, thrown to the wolves and probably ending up homeless since she doesn’t even know how to drive a car or work an oven

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konig who can’t keep his hands to himself and can’t take no for an answer. konig who feels horrible seeing you used and limp on the mattress, shaking and in tears, and he promises to make it up to you. takes you shopping, to the movies, anything you want. anything but promising never to do it again