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kenmasssperson · 3 months ago

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HAIKYUU BOYS HEADCANONS

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Kageyama Tobio, Kenma Kozume, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji.

Tags: random haikyuu boys headcanons no one asked for

Btw im so sorry i got such a writer block for a long time, I promise I'll write the requests soon!

SHOYO HINATA:

★ I feel like Hinata would be such a sweet boyfriend. Like SUPER sweet.

★ He'd stop his bike on his way to school just to pick up a flower that caught his attention and then he'd give it to you with a bright smile.

★ He's one of those people who know everyone. When you two go out you have to stop every five seconds because he saw a friend, or someone he met throught volleyball. He even makes conversation with his sister's friends' moms.

★ Your family loves him, final. All the little kids adore him too, he literally joins any game your cousins or little siblings are playing without hesitantion.

★ Worst at boardgames. He just doesn't understand most of them LMAO.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO:

★ Also really bad at board games. He gets so frustrated.

★ I feel like he's just as fan of ice cream as he is of milk (his favorite flavors are dark chocolate, lemon and strawberry)

★ He's one of those people who like to hang out in quiet parks, and maybe not do anything, just sit on a bench and let you talk.

★ He's lowkey scared of kids and kids are scared of him.

★ Really awkward type of sweet. He's mostly clueless about everything.

KENMA KOZUME:

★ Builds a minecraft house for the two of you.

★ I think if you don't like cats he just directly doesn't take an interest in you. Cats are the only alive being he never gets tired of.

★ he'd be so sweet to his own cats. Just petting them while he plays videogames and silently feeding them when he sees they have little food or water (he's so attentive)

★ He likes to lay on his bed, rest his head on your lap and play videogames like that. If you play with his hair Kenma melts. Forget about him ever letting you stand up again.

★ If you text him he answers dryly and shortly like "ok", "lol" or "cool"

★ "I think I did horrible in my math test..." "Cool"

★ But he really likes it when you text him and cares about what you say, that's why he would send a crying cat sticker after that short reply.

★ If you're dating Kenma it means he really, really, really likes you a lot.

★ Sends you Tiktok videos about videogames or cats just saying "us"

★ I feel like he'd be so so so good at making origami but he's too lazy.

KUROO TETSURO:

★ You don't know if he's your biggest hater or your most devoted lover. He lives to tease the hell out of you and then he'd kiss you or hug you when you got mad, chuckling and apologizing sweetly.

★ Loves your hair, he feels personally offended if you cut it or do something to it without telling him beforehand (if you don't have hair he teased you a lot but secretly loves how soft your bare head is)

★ SUCH A NERD

★ Lots of dad and chemestry jokes he's so damn proud about.

★ He would never in his life cheat, he adores you so damn much.

SUNA RINTARO:

★ So. Many. Tiktok. Videos.

★ A LOT of brainrot videos, videos of people critizing an artist, movie or book you like just cause he's just mean like that.

★ This boy loves critizing influencers so much. You never hear the end of it. And if you join him, he's delighted.

★You're the first one to watch the fights of the Miya twins he records.

★ He is the laziest person ever. His plans mostly consist on watching movies with you or just laying on bed watching tiktok with you.

★ He has a whole album of silly and cute pictures he took of you. THERE ARE SO MANY.

OIKAWA TOORU:

★ He clings to you 24/7.

★ He loves following you around like a lost puppy, complaining about everything like the drama queen he is.

★ Oikawa loves to ramble about you and show you off to whoever will listen (Iwa-chan knows everything about you at this point)

★ When Oikawa and Iwaizumi pass by a shop, Oikawa's eyes would light up and he'd point something out and say something like "y/n-chan loves this..." and then ramble on.

★ Loves giving gifts to you.

★ I know a lot of people say he would 100% cheat on his partner. Well i dont think so. He'd be so obsessed with you, he adores you.

★ He tells you EVERYTHING about volleyball and you have to watch matches with him.

★ Again, he's so touchy and clingy. He loves to hug you, cuddle you, kiss you, anything.

★ Super jealous. And he'd get even more clingy and whiny when he gets jealous.

AKAASHI KEIJI:

★ Sweetest, most green flagged boyfriend ever.

★ He is like a second mom, he worries so much about you.

★ makes sure you wear a jacket when its cold, that you don't forget lunch and that you sleep enough.

★ Likes to give you soft kisses on top of your head.

★ He's so gentle and so good at comforting.

★ He likes to eat in places you don't know or cook with you and have a cozy movie night.

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elleaitch22 · 18 days ago

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Love on Fire

Chapter 4: Second Chances

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: Sorry this is so short! This is the last filler before the plot picks up! I hope you love it!! xx Elle

Warnings: Fertility treatment, medical procedures

Word Count: 3.2k words

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Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍��🔥❤️‍🔥: whatchu want for dinner?

Princess 💗👸🏽👩🏽‍🍳: Idk. Not burgers. Or pasta. Or Chinese.

Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍🚒🔥❤️‍🔥: chipotle? cava?

Princess 💗👸🏽👩🏽‍🍳: Idk.

Princess 💗👸🏽👩🏽‍🍳: You pick. Please

Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍🚒🔥❤️‍🔥: cava?

Princess 💗👸🏽👩🏽‍🍳: Wrong choice. Try again

Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍🚒🔥❤️‍🔥: LMAOOO. i'll be there w your bowl when i pick you up from the bakery

Paige chuckled and locked her phone, tossing it into her passenger seat before driving the rest of the way to the hospital. Azzi’s texts were always one of the highlights of her day, even the indecisive ones. Especially the indecisive ones. It meant she stilltrusted Paige to show up for her, to know what she needed.

Since she had a 24 hour on shift, 48 hour off shift schedule, Paige was a child safety consultant on her off days. She taught a couple two-day cohort every three days at one of the hospitals in Baltimore.

Her drive to the hospital was short, but her thoughts stretched the whole way there. She’d memorized the phases of fertility treatment just as much as she’d memorized the child safety textbook. She was always preparing for Azzi’s second round. She just couldn’t stand the thought of not being helpful.

In between her first and second classes, she found Dr. Nelson-Agoda, one of the OB-GYN’s at the hospital.

“Hey, Liv!” She smiled, walking up to the doctor.

The doctor looked up from the tablet and grinned, “My favorite firefighter! What’d you bring me today?”

Paige paused, rubbing the back of her neck. “Well, Azzi wasn’t feeling well, so I wasn’t able to bring to anything today. But tomorrow, I’ll bring two things.”

“Whatever,” Liv rolled her eyes. “What’s up, Bueckers?”

“So, one of my friends is trying to have a baby. She did IUI, but the first round didn’t work. She’s going to try again, but when do they normally succeed? Is there anything I can do to support her? When are we supposed to give up, or try something else?” She rambled. “I just wanna be prepared for whatever she needs. Support her, you know?”

“I didn’t know Azzi was trying for a baby!” Liv beamed.

Paige’s eyes widened in panic, “I didn’t say it was Azzi!” At the deadpan look on Olivia’s face, “I think I’ve had two conversations with you where you haven’t brought her up.”

“Okay, okay,” She conceded. “Well she hasn’t told me I could tell people, so act like you don’t know when she announces it.”

Liv pulled her into a tight hug, “You guys are going to have a baby!”

“Well not if it doesn’t work. Can you just answer my questions?” Paige groaned, hiding a smile.

“Well, if there’s no success by the sixth round of IUI, I’d think about taking a break for a month or two, then try IVF. But if she has a chemical pregnancy or a miscarriage before 12 weeks, I’d just do IVF.” She paused. “I don’t know when she should quit IVF though. Some people do it for years, some only do three or four cycles because it’s so taxing and expensive. If you guys want to go with someone different, let me know. I got a few connections.”

Paige’s fingers flew across her keyboard, putting everything in her Notes app.

Baby Making 🤰🏽

Day 3-7: 1 pill/day

Day 10-11: go get ultrasound

Day 12: pick up trigger shot. shot at 9pm

Day 14: insem. appt.

Day 15-28: 1 pill 2x/day

Day 28: test early morning

IUI/IVF

No baby by IUI 6  IVF. ½ MONTH BREAK FIRST!

Chem preg ? or miscarriage before 12 wk  IVF

IVF v expensive. Can take years **do research

“You got any ways I can – ” Paige started.

Olivia’s phone went off, “I have a laboring mom, Bueckers. I’ll see you later!” She called, running off towards her patient. “She’s lucky to have you, Paige.”

Paige didn’t respond. She just gave a small smile and left before her heart got too loud.

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Back at the bakery, Azzi was barefoot in leggings and a cropped tank, wiping flour off her face with the back of her hand. Her curls were a frizzed halo around her head, and she looked beautiful.

She didn’t expect a knock.

She paused, hoping the person would go away.

Another knock sounded. Azzi grunted loudly and walked to the door, her face lighting up when she saw who was there.

“Hi, Katie!” She beamed. She swung the door open, quickly locking it back once it was shut.

Paige’s stepmom pulled the girl into a tight hug. “Hey, baby. Paige told me about the first round not taking. I just wanted to come by, see how you’re doing.”

Tears pricked the corners of Azzi’s eyes, “Yeah, she said a lot of people have to try for a while before they can have a baby.”

“Well, Bob and I tried for a year before I got pregnant with Drew.” She led them to Azzi’s office in the back, sitting on the teal couch.

Azzi nodded into her shoulder. They sat together on the couch, just breathing. “Thank you for coming to check on me, Katie B.”

“Of course, Azzi B. I’ll be here. Whenever you need me, I’ll be here. And you have Paige doing this with you.” Katie reminded.

The younger woman let out a laugh, leaning back. “Oh, I know you have thoughts about that.”

She laughed back, “Well, yeah! I’ve been telling you she loves you forever, Azzi. Maybe you’ll start to see what I’ve been seeing.” She paused, “I’m just happy you’re not doing this alone.”

“I haven’t been alone since they moved next door.” She giggled. “I’m scared though, that this is all going to make me love her more, if that’s even possible.”

Katie was quiet for a bit. “Trying to conceive is known to bring people closer together or rip people apart.”

Azzi swallowed, “So you think it’s going to ruin everything?”

“I wasn’t saying that. I just want you to be careful because it could ruin everything. But it could also be the best thing that happens to you both. You can’t let it drive you two apart.” She explained.

“I won’t let it,” She said, shaking her head. “She’s the most important person in my life.”

Before Katie could say anything else, the front door opened. “Here she comes now,” she smiled.

“Azzi!” A low voice shouted.

A lazy smile stretched across her lips, “I’m in the office! I have another batch of cupcakes to frost before we go home though!”

“Well, I’m gonna get out of your hair. Stop by this weekend, your parents are coming over for dinner on Saturday night.” Katie wrapped her in a tight hug.

The two walked out, Azzi stopping in the prep room, beaming when she sees her best friend.

“Hi Paige! Bye Paige.” Katie called, continuing to the front.

“See you Saturday.” Paige chuckled, following her to the front to lock the door.

Azzi filled the piping bags with six different frosting colors.

“Did you eat today?” Paige asked, unpacking her Chipotle bag.

The brunette thought through her day. “Um, we had those lemon blueberry scones and sausage this morning. But we have this huge wedding order, and Caroline has strep, so I’m still not done.”

A sigh was heard from across the room, “You gotta eat, Az. You know that. And I know you were busy, but if you know it’s going to be a bust day, just tell me. I’ll get something delivered.”

“You’re the best person I know, Paige Bueckers.” Azzi smiled softly. The blonde brought the bowl over to the table Azzi was working at. Azzi looked up from the cupcake she was decorating and was met with a spoonful of rice, corn, and chicken. “Are you just gonna sit here and feed me?” She giggled.

Paige gave her the Azzi smile. “You’re about to be growing a child. My job will be keeping you fed and happy.”

“You always take such good care of me, P. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Tears welled in big brown eyes.

“We take care of each other, always will.” She whispered.

They spent the rest of the night talking about any and everything while Azzi finished decorating the cupcakes.

There was a calendar in the passenger seat. “What’s this,” she asked surprised.

“Oh! I made a calendar, so I can let Stewie know when I need to miss for appointments.” Paige replied, nonchalantly.

The entire way home, Azzi replayed her explanation in her head.

She cared enough to make sure she’d be available for every step.

God, I love her so much.

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The vibes were immaculate in the Bueckers home.

Drew and Kamari were telling a story about what happened when they went out last weekend. Bob and Jon were talking about the new Avengers movie that came out a few weeks ago. Paige, Tim, and Jose were arguing about the best point guard in the league (Kyrie was the only valid answer in Paige’s opinion). Both Katies were talking about who they thought were going to win the conference finals.

Azzi brought out a tray with ramakins filled with personal apple pies.

Everyone dug into their dessert with fervor. Conversations halted, the room filled with sounds of spoons scraping ceramic. Everyone was eating, except for Azzi.

She cleared her throat, but it did nothing to help the lump in it. “So…I’ve been wanting to tell you all something.” She paused, looking at her parents. “I’m going to have a baby. I’m on my second round of IUI to have a baby.”

A beat of silence.

“You’re doing this…alone?” Tim questioned sternly.

Katie’s brows furrowed, “I’ve told you how hard it is. Raising a baby on your own.” Judgement seeped into her tone.

Azzi stiffened, hand wrapping around Paige’s hand tightly. The blonde squeezed back just as hard.

“I think it’s great, Azzi. You’re going to be a great mom.” Bob encouraged, trying to break the tension.

Azzi was tense as she spoke. “It’s something I’ve always wanted. And it’s not like I’m really alone.” She had a wobbly smile. “I have Paige. I have Bob and Katie. And Drew and Mari. And hopefully you guys too.”

“I just don’t want you to regret doing this without thinking it through.” Her mother replied.

Her dad sighed. “This just isn’t the right way to do things, Azzi. We had a plan.”

Bob interjected, “I did things the right way, and I still ended up raising Paige alone until Katie came into the picture. There’s no one right way to build a family.”

“I know that, Bob! I came into the picture. I saw how Katie struggled, and you can’t fault me for not wanting that for my daughter.” Tim exclaimed.

Katie Bueckers interjected, “It’s not like she didn’t think it through, Tim. She made a decision; don’t act like she’s being reckless.”

“We’re just trying to protect her,” Katie responded sharply.

“Why would we support her for making such a stupid choice?” Tim followed.

The room went silent. Tension peaking.

“You say you love her, but all you’re doing is making her feel ashamed. She’s stronger than anyone I know. She’s not doing this on a whim.” She started, tone firm. “She’s doing it with intention, with care, and with more grace than most people twice her age. She doesn’t need your approval. She just wanted your support.”

Azzi’s eyes were misty, breath shallow.

“If we wanted your input, we would’ve asked, Paige.” Katie said, sternly. “Azzi,” her voice softened. “We just want you to think this through. Come home with us tonight, and we can talk it all through.”

Paige stood quickly, hand still linked with Azzi. “Nah, we’re not doing this shit.” She spun and nodded to the door, “Let’s go, Az.”

Katie and Bob scrambled to follow them to the front door.

“I’m sorry that didn’t go as well as you hoped, Azzi.” Bob hugged her tightly.

“We’ll be here if you need anything,” Katie finished. “Let us know when you make it safely.”

They were ten minutes into the trip when Azzi spoke again. “Thank you, P.”

“Always.”

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The next few days pass in a blur.

The four-tier wedding cake and six dozen cupcakes were transported to the massive wedding with no mistake.

Azzi continued to take her Letrozole every morning, and it was wrecking her.

She’d gone two days with a constant headache. She was eating four times a day, drinking a gallon of water, and sleeping seven hours every night. So it was definitely the medicine. And ibuprofen wasn’t helping.

And on day seven, she was having terrible heat flashes. Azzi hated being hot. Everyone, except a blonde firefighter, avoided her that day.

Even Paige was a little wary with her. Azzi’s mood swings were…something. She cried when Paige forgot her pita chips with her Cava order. She got angry with her when she dropped her off to the bakery five minutes later than normal. This that happened often set her off, but she was aware of it. She cried at least once a day apologizing to anyone she felt she was mean to.

One of Paige’s off days fell on a Sunday, which meant she was able to spend the entire day with Azzi.

Ice and KK hugged and thanked her when she walked it.

“She’s been mean all week. She even yelled at KK!” Ice whisper yelled.

The mentioned girl looked at Paige with a pout. “All I did was tell her we needed more raspberry filling for the cupcakes I was doing.”

Paige chuckled quietly, not wanting to set her best friend off, “Alright, alright. I’ll handle it.”

She walked back to the kitchen, continuing through to the prep room when she didn’t see a curly ponytail.

“Hi, Princess.” She smiled, eyes widening a bit when she saw the glare on her face. “What’s up, Az?”

Her face scrunched in frustration, “I forgot the baking soda in one of the muffin batters and now this fucking frosting is either too light or too dark, and I can’t start making this smash cake until the colors are perfect.” She huffed, “And now, I have you in my face asking me what’s wrong.”

Paige’s brows shot up at the last part of her rant, but before she could say anything, Azzi was speaking again.

“Wait, I’m sorry Paige. I didn’t mean that, I promise.” She said, eyes wet now.

The blonde came up behind the brunette. She felt the tension melt a bit when she wrapped her arms around her toned waist. “It’s okay,” She pecked the side of her head. “Why don’t we let Caroline dye the buttercream while you take a break.”

“I really need to finish this though.” She whined.

Paige smirked, “I brought ice cream.”

“CAROLINE!” Azzi shouted, “Please come dye this frosting. I can’t get it to the right color.” She dragged Paige to her office, not even waiting for her coworker to reply.

A pint of cookie dough was plopped on the coffee table in front of the couch, and Azzi got heart eyes instantly.

“You’re so good to me,” Her eyes were wet with tears again.

Paige couldn’t control her laughter this time, “You don’t have to cry, Az. I promised you I’d be here.”

“God, I didn’t have mood swings like this last month.” She smiled around the spoon. “Maybe that means it’ll work this time.”

The older woman set next to her on the sofa, “You’re doing an amazing job with all of this, Azzi. Just relax.” She pulled tanned legs onto her lap and massaged the soreness out of them. “I’m so proud of you.”

Paige’s fingers kneaded the soreness from her calves, but Azzi barely registered the relief over the heat that pooled in her chest every time Paige’s touch lingered just a second too long.

“No, I’m proud of you. You’ve been on Squad for three months now. How’s it been?” She murmured.

Paige knew Azzi was about to take a nap. Her words slurred a bit, so she decided to talk until the girl was finally resting.

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The morning of the ultrasound, Paige was in a terrible mood. She was extremely sore due to debris falling on her back during a rescue call the day before. Her entire back felt like it was locked up and was covered in one big bruise. Because of the pain, she wasn’t able to sleep well at all. There was nothing that ruined her mood more than a night of shitty sleep.

She went to get a massive coffee before going to Azzi’s to pick her up.

The younger woman clocked the coffee before either of them could say anything. “Bad night?” She asked softly.

Paige sighed with a small smile – of course Azzi would notice that right away. “Yeah. There’s a big ass bruise on my back. Couldn’t get comfortable enough to stay sleep.”

“Poor baby,” Azzi pouted, rubbing the blonde’s arm. “I made you breakfast! Maybe that’ll cheer you up.”

She gave her best friend a plate with two cinnamon crunch bagels, four slices of bacon, and fruit salad.

“I’m not even gonna make you eat the fruit. And when we get back from the appointment, I’m gonna make you an ice bath.”

“I hate ice baths. You already know that.” Paige whined.

Azzi giggled, “Yeah, but you know it’s going to help with your pain, so we’re doing it.”

She moved around the kitchen, wiping everything down, just waiting for Paige to be ready to go.

Their trip to the clinic was quick. Azzi was a little nervous, but not too bad. She really wanted it to work this time, but she tried to keep Katie’s voice in the back of her mind. It could take months to get pregnant, and it didn’t mean anything about her or her body if it didn’t take this month.

Paige held her hand through the discomfort of the ultrasound.

“I’m seeing two mature follicles, and your lining looks very good.” Dr. Caldwell seemed impressed.

The blonde leaned over, kissing her best friend on the forehead. And Azzi released a deep sigh. There was a chance, a good chance this month.

As they walked to the car, all of Paige’s tension evaporated. “It looks like a good cycle, Az.” She was beaming.

“Let’s hope it’s good enough this time.” She whispered back.

Later that night, they were back in Azzi’s kitchen, this time for the trigger shot.

Paige kissed her abdomen before wiping the area with another cold wipe. She was so focused that she didn’t even notice Azzi’s thighs squeezing together a little.

She distracted Azzi with firehouse gossip about how Rickea was messing around with James from C shift. Flau and Ant printed pictures of him and covered the fridge with them.

“OW!” Azzi winced. The shot hurt more this time because she wasn’t preparing herself for the pain.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Paige muttered, planting another kiss on her belly. She said another prayer today. “God, please let this baby stick. Let Azzi be a mommy.”

Tanned hands ran through Paige’s head as she knelt in front of her. “When are you going to settle down, Paigey? You’re going to be the perfect wife. An amazing mom.”

In retrospect, she shouldn’t have said anything because the heated gaze she received in response sent warmth straight to her core.

“Yeah? You think so, Az?” Her voice was lower, raspier.

Azzi just nodded, breath caught in her throat.

Yeah, she was completely fucked.

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The insemination came and went.

Azzi was silent during the procedure again, and just like before, Paige filled the silence with gentle words.

On the way home, Azzi finally spoke again. “I wish I could just know now. You know? I hate the waiting.”

“I wish I could just do it for you. I don’t like that I can’t help.” Paige replied.

Azzi grabbed the hand resting on the console. “You’re here, Paige. That’s more than enough.”

Azzi threw herself into work. She filled tons of end of summer and back to school cookie and cupcake orders. Paige brought lunch most days, reminding her that she needed to eat, so she could support a baby.

She waited for Paige to take the test this time.

The blonde sat on the bed, while Azzi washed her hands.

“You good in there?”

“Not really. I’m nervous.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yes.”

They sat shoulder to shoulder as they waited for the timer to expire, except no one moved when the timer went off.

“You want me to look?”

“Please.”

Paige stood slowly, hands shaking as she reached for the test. It was like it was all happening in slow motion. Azzi watched as the test turned over. Paige’s jaw clenched before her head dropped.

“I’m sorry.”

Azzi didn’t cry. Not at first. She just got up, walked to the living room, and sat in front of the tv.

She didn’t let Paige see the breakdown. She didn’t let her see her cry during season seven of Grey’s Anatomy. Cry through Derek and Meredith’s struggles with getting pregnant.

Until two nights later. The bakery had been closed for four hours, but Azzi was still in the back prepping dough for the next morning.

“Azzi?” Paige called out, but Azzi didn’t hear her. “I’ve been waiting at the house for two hours. What are you still doing here?”

She couldn’t hear her. Couldn’t give an answer. She just hunched over the counter, tears falling into the dough she was kneading.

Brown eyes shot up, wide and scared, when Paige finally touched her.

“What are you doing here?” Azzi asked, breathless.

Brown brows furrowed. “You weren’t home. It’s nine, Azzi. I got worried.” She pulled her best friend into her arms.

And she finally broke.

Heart wrenching sobs flowed from her mouth like a river.

“I just,” She wept. “I thought it was gonna work this time. Everything looked so good.” She said between gasps. “It’s so hard, Paige.”

Tears welled in blue eyes. “I know, Azzi. But you’re doing so good. You’re doing everything to get your baby. And I promise you; you’re going to get that baby. And when you do, you’ll see that it was all worth it.”

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And Paige was right.

Because the next cycle, Azzi’s hands shook as she held a pregnancy test.

Two lines.

She did it.

She was going to have a baby.

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sizzlingchaosprince · 1 year ago

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The Toy's favorite Child

Notes: This is the first time I'm doing such thing so I'm really nervous XD I didn't know what to put into the background of the drawing so I didn't put any. Maybe I'll edit it soon. Do forgive me for my shading, I'm still learning(trying to)

Synopsis: After starting to live in PlayCare, one creature you became friends with grew a liking to you...

Warning: PLATONIC, headcanon + little story, reader is 12-14 years old, reader is a chill teenager

It's been a year since you got into the PlayCare, passing through the security with laid-back face and leaving the staff confused. They kept you because you seemed useful for them...

You were quite chilly and relaxed, reserved and smart. Also, because of your personality you were almost the same with Cat Nap from cartoons. Maybe that's why you became quick friends with Smiling Critters. With most of them, at least...

The big purple cat was almost never appearing like others from his party. And this interested you.

After a week or so you finally met him face-to-face. You were as calm as always, but your heart was pounding from excitement. You said 'hi' for politeness and introduced yourself, waiting for him to do the same.

Guess what? His face didn't even shift. He continued staring at you with his dead eyes.

After understanding that you won't get an answer from him, you tried to talk about something else.

But he disappeared in blink of an eye.

You were quite disappointed, but you still had the same urge to get to know the living toy better. You knew it'll be a long while...

It was worth 3 months to make him sit and listen to your rambling for 10 minutes. It was worth more months to make him spend at least an hour with you. It took even longer for him to let you stay near him and sleep, leaning onto the puppet. But it was worth the pleasure you get from his warmth and company.

Even though you never heard him talk, it's enough for you to be near him. It's good to talk about any nonsense which randomly comes to your mind and have a listener who won't judge you. It's also good to take a great nap in his fur or stay in complete silence, thinking of your own thing.

The staff, of course, sooner found out the relationship between you and the purple cat puppet.

They tried to use you to their own benefits and new information, but instead you composed some lies which sounded like truth to tell them(Cat Nap helped you a little sometimes, nodding or shaking his head if the lie sounds truthful or not).

When the scientists were starting thinking about taking you for the test next, Cat Nap started to monitor you to make sure you won't end up in the Game Station.

It definitely wasn't him who knocked out the staff members right behind your back. It definitely wasn't him who let out some scratching noises in Home-Sweet-Home. Also, of course, it definitely wasn't his sharp gaze you felt on your gut 24/7.

You liked to use the hair brush on the purple furball. It doesn't move away so you can say that he's at least neutral to your activity(we don't talk about his really quiet purring).

[Now. The small story]

It was a normal day like any other one. More specifically, night. However, this week was quiet strange: the staff members of Playtime Co. except the workers from the PlayCare appeared more often in front of you. When they started talking about 'test', they randomly passed out because of the red smoke. You knew it was one of the Smiling Critters you were hanging out with for a while, but you didn't know why was he doing it.

You were currently sitting with your back leaning against the living cat plush, brushing your companion's tail you gently patted with your free second hand. The only thing that bothered you in that peaceful time was the fact that the purple cat wasn't purring at all. It was staring at you with its dark eyes. Sooner after, you finally asked him about this:

— Is something wrong, Cat Nap?

It didn't answer. Instead, the living toy just stared at you with expressionless eyes, not moving an inch. You weren't intimidated by the stare at all, so you just continued brushing the long tail. You weren't hoping for an answer anyway, but still a small, almost impossible dream was remaining in your heart.

The silence was broken by the raspy, low voice coming out from Cat Nap's voice box.

— The Prototype... Will Save Us.

You flinched.

Wow...

This is the first time he ever said something to you. It was surely a progress for your friendship.

You stared at him with wide eyes for a moment before shifting your attention back to the tail. You shrugged with your shoulders, your face had a relaxed smile.

— I don't know who the Prototype is, but if they helped you somehow, I think they're my saviour too. You're like a home to me.. I can't even imagine what would it be like living without you here!

You chuckled, patting the fluffy tail while Cat Nap looked at you with the same stare. However, something in his eyes changed... Maybe his gaze gained a little more... softness?

He stared at you until you fell asleep on him again. A few minutes of him sinking into his thoughts have passed, the toy putted his head on his paws, wrapping his tail around you like a blanket and soon enough closing his eyes. You would call it the same night-time scenario with Cat Nap in the next morning, because you didn't know that he was comfortably purring, nuzzling himself into your warmth last night...

Notes: OH MY GOD I DID IT :D I'll maybe do part 2, but without promises

Anyways, thank you for wasting your time reading my first-ever-made English fanfic. Do write me some comments about my errors if you find any, I will appreciate it since it'll improve my writing skills.

Have a nice day/evening/night!😘

#poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime #poppy playtime 3 #cat nap #cat nap x reader #platonic #child!reader #fluff #own work #own drawing #first post

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raisinchallah · 2 months ago

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ok guys rambling post ahead but i think i may have solved femslash as in working to understand why people view femslash the way they do.. which is one we can look at the various popular femslash shows over time and as it moves from the xenas and voyagers of the world to stuff like once upon a time and supergirl i think represents a clear shift in television marketing conception of like what shows for women even are there was in many ways a greater inherent respect by the greater public for shows like xena and voyager which were both spin offs of shows about men that this was a safe way to couch these shows and buffy also a big femslash fandom but mostly a m/f fandom due to the prevalence and popularity of arguing about what boyfriend she should pick anyways the success of these shows and more created an environment of understanding genre shows (always the most fertile ground for fandom) aimed at women were actually quite marketable which lead to an explosion in shows that were femslashable but also that due to the perceptions of these shows both by tv networks and fans at large are seen as far less respectable or serious shows this is obviously not a new phenomenon like look at the vitriolic fan response to star trek voyager for being star trek show but nominally about a woman sometimes vs like fan response to supernatural a tv show that dares to ask what if buffy and the x files had no women and yet has a massive massive fanbase its viewed as a knock against a show to try and make things about women but making it about men is a neutral or positive thing anyways a lot of these second and third generation post buffy/xena/voyager shows all heavily influenced by them and their approaches to integrating women into a genre television landscape that presumes such heroes should implicitly be men have done so to like various degrees that i think also reflect a studio that devalues such shows as well theyre just made for women so they will have less marketing or have specific narrow plot points often based around who the latest boyfriend is due to buffys stratospheric success around getting fans to argue what boyfriend she should pick and the lingering specter of xena and the fact people will implicitly assume ur nominally "feminist" marketed show about a woman and her best friend are about lesbians

this places femslash shippers on the back foot as the show already knows about u and is trying to combat it in ways honestly i think more active and specific that people do not assume any show about two men is implicitly gay but women doing things by themselves not thinking about men 24/7 is as the bechdel test wisely understands implicitly is kind of gay so tv shows work to try and get ahead of that and the assumption that television for women should focus on the boyfriends again further disenfranchises such femslash spaces but anyways femslash always finds a way this is the truth of the world and this plethora of shows about women are now also viewed by the general public as something small and lame just for women and are viewed with far less respect than bad tv aimed at men or a general audience but these shows are also given like a lesser budget less prestige etc so fandom knows all about supernatural but has no clue what lost girl is but also i think as the idea of marketing genre shows as womens shows has grown there is also this narrowing of focus on topics they like to cover as well with prescribed stories and plots assumed to be "for women" men can be universalized women cannot in general 2000s genre television became extremely cruel intense and focused almost exclusively on men in ways that were simply not spaces for femslash to thrive which i think broke the chain of connection from like voyager buffy xena era fans to the next decade of major fandom and also with this growing divide of like tv shows where femslash could thrive "womens shows" are also often implicitly interested in like family motherhood lighter topics worse plotting because theyre used as stepping stones for writers careers as they move somewhere else because the shows are given less money prestige etc

this also creates a weird chicken and egg situation in regards to fandom and fandom perception like ok people complain femslash is too soft too uwu not dark and weighty like their favorite slash and well ok a show like once upon a time interested in being a "family" show using disney properties to tell stories about breaking curses and finding your one true love and bonds of family fixing everything but also has like ten billion variously shippable women with weird tension with each other is it no wonder it has both a large femslash fandom but also that a fandom made up of people who enjoy this show would be focused on like women getting married and having a gay nuclear family with their child or whatever thats just the text of the show (not to imply thats all thats going on in swan queen fandom but i need to limit scope here lol) but people perceive this as like prescriptive that all femslash fandom is just about the sweet soft uwus that are just not very interesting but also it goes into what people are willing to forgive like limited scope and bad plotting for men but not women you know like supernatural has no women to speak of and is about men grunting about daddy issues and copying the work of far better shows (that actually featured female leads lol lmao) but people wanna wax poetic about deans daddy issues but the outlandish fantasy setting and the fact its about women means reginas insane mommy issues are not breaching containment of the fandom

like there is also obviously lingering issues of well femslash fandom due to its forever perceived closeness to actual gay community vs the understanding people have many varied relationships with slash and comfort in the pure objectification space has also necessarily lead femslash fandom to have a paranoid reflexive streak in regards to broader like feminist positions on sex and violence and lingering impact of the lesbian sex wars etc and the fact that people may view femslash as more personal or more revealing as it should be like viewed as in concert with your identity rather than opposed to your identity leads to a paranoid writing streak for sure that writing more messy or "problematic" femslash says more about you and your preferences than with slash where people can view it as shared barbie dolls to smash together and eroticize if femslash is viewed as closer to a persons own personal interests and desires so people may feel more self conscious or more judgmental of others as well as the lingering effects of the lesbian sex wars and the specter of like is this good for women something that does not get contemplated much in slash spaces in the same way

there has also interestingly been well a confluence of all of these things been a sense of erasure of femslash existing in part because slash in some ways desires to lay claim to that space of "authenticity" as people self consciously wish to discard the old associations of the fujoshi as this distant fetishizing eroticizing figure and make slash equally about well earnest engagement with gay reality which was normally seen as the realm of femslash this is multifaceted i think due to the nature of femslash being seen as say a more authentic expression of ones own sexuality this causes some lesbians and bisexual women to feel defensive and uncomfortable about not liking femslash because its seen as the most clear expression of gay desire in fandom and this specter of needing to "respect women" has lead to femslash being treated as a bit of a dead horse pulled out to beat when necessary because people must use femslash as an object upon which to work out their own discomfort with the distance between who they want to be and who they are in a fandom space this is also coupled with an erasure of femslash history and pretending that this history does not exist and that due to the aforementioned narrowing of scope of "womens shows" has lead to them being pushed out of the public eye and a sense that femslash fandom must reinvent itself and that these shows do not retain precedence in cultural memory compared to say star trek or the x files xena languishes but anyways this is furthered because of this discomfort and embarrassment around what people perceive they should be doing and valuing vs what they do and people see femslash as a like concept rather than anything real because well a lot of these shows are not popular in the public imagination due to their narrowing audience marketing tactics and that people again simply dont care about stories about women and so people will just drag out pretending that femslash is too soft too uwu doesnt exist all women are cardboard or any other thing they wish to state about it to work out their own issues that the existence of femslash brings up to them which fuels the ongoing stupid circular logic arguments and people just bringing up femslash as a rhetorical tool to prove whatever the hell they want because of the various aforementioned factors that really impact how people view the entire enterprise of making fake women kiss in your head and the baggage they attach to it which further insulates them from ever actually trying to engage earnestly with this community as just a space of enjoyment because they think it has to have all this baggage and theres a defensive sense of well if i dont like this then all the people who like femslash must be a bunch of lame boring losers who only care about women kissing in a virtuous manner or whatever new association they wish to pin to it and construct artificially high marks to clear for when any combination of women kissing will clear that for them due to said weird baggage and the various distances between slash and femslash fandoms and insularity therein.... also people just hate women <3

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silassinclair · 1 year ago

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Would your ocs still love me if I was a worm?

LMAO now this is the question we all’ve been wanting an answer to.

Masterlist Here!!

Would the Yanderes Still Love You if You Were a Worm?

Maddox Graves

“Maddox?”

Said outlaw turns to face you when he hears you call out his name so meekly. Why do you look so sad?

“Yeah princess? What’s goin’ on?”

He notices your downcast expression and can’t help but feel worried. The outlaw pulls you into an embrace from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. Rough hands move up and down your waist sensually.

“I have a question…” You say nervously.

“No need to be shy round’ me sweetheart. You can ask me anythin’. We been together long enough for there to be no secrets kept between us alright?”

Sighing deeply you finally ask.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

…

“What kind of barkin’ at the knot question is that?”

That translates to “What kind of useless question is that?”

Anyways he’s confused. You’re not a worm and you never will be so why do you even ask?

“Maddox just answer the question! Will you still love me? Yes or no?” You whine and grip on his sleeve.

You seem pretty serious about this question huh?

Perfect opportunity to fuck with you.

The outlaw smirks beneath his bandana facial covering.

“I’d use you as bait for the fishes.”

Dante Verona

You’re scrolling on your phone when you come across a trend online. Apparently partners are asking their partners if they would still love them if they were a worm.

You’re single but you do know a certain ghost that haunts your house that has an obvious obsession with you.

So let’s ask him!

“Dante?” You call out. And seconds later his masked, ghostly apparition phases into the room from one of the walls.

“Yes amore? What is it?” He asks sweetly. He loves it when you call for him. Your voice saying every syllable of his name is heaven sent.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You ask straightforwardly.

Dante is frozen where he floats.

What kind of question is that?

Is this a test of loyalty?

Where did this some from?

Dante is over analyzing so hard. This must be some sort of mental exercise.

“Uhm…” Dante hesitates for a moment. “Do you ask me this question because you are insecure about your appearance and that you have to compare yourself to a measly worm to see if I truly love you no matter your appearance?”

Dante whimpers as he pulls you into a hug. He thinks he’s comforting you but instead you feel like someone just wrapped you in a straight jacket.

“You’re my beautiful rare gem amore! My one in a billion, the apple of my eye! Why if you were a worm I would have you live a wormy life of luxury. But what I do not understand is that you find yourself ugly! Nonsense love you are stunning. You blind me with your beauty! There is no need for silly questions like this because your beauty is like no other.”

You want to interrupt his rambling but it’s just so entertaining to hear him go on about how gorgeous you are even if you were a worm.

“Do not be insecure about your appearance my love. I would love you no matter what.”

Viktor Markov

The silence between you and Viktor was awkward. He always does this. He just stares at you while lying on the bed in your clinic while you work on your files. You wish he could go somewhere else but he always has an excuse on why he has to watch you 24/7.

Wishing to break the silence you decide to ask a popular question you saw online. But you and Viktor aren’t lovers, far from it in your opinion. He thinks otherwise but you don’t know that…

Whatever, you’ll ask him the question. Besides, you’re curious as to what he’ll say.

“Hey Viktor?” You ask, still working. However Viktor perks up slightly at you finally initiating a discussion.

“Hm?” He hums lowly.

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

…

silence

…

“Yes.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oc x reader #x reader #yandere oc #obsession #maddox graves #dante verona #viktor markov #yandere oneshot #request #silassinclair

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aj-thegreatest · 11 months ago

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Fame and Paparazzi in LO: An Underdeveloped Picture

So this is gonna be less of a "formal" essay, and more of a...ramble unfortunately. Stay around if you still wanna read lol.

I've always been interested in stories where the public eye, media, and/or paparazzi become one of (if not, the only) driving forces in the story. Or stories where the main character is always on guard, protecting their image against the people who twisting it for their own means. See also: any story set in Hollywood, or any story set in a royal/high status environment.

So you could only understand my disappointment on how it's used in LO. Because ideally, this should be a straight shot! And it started off fairly decently.

Persephone, a complete nobody, gets thrusted into the spotlight by meeting an influential powerful figure. And we do see the negative effects of this through Tori and Alex (I can't remember which one got their eye snatched but I honestly kind of don't care about their characters I'm sorry). Persephone can't readily make friends because of Hades' actions. For a moment, she's isolated among her peers. And it's good! And then...

It...barely gets mentioned for like, a majority of the series (Don't worry I will get to that part near the end) There are other moments mentioned (Hera disguising herself as paparazzi as a "test" for Persephone, this notable visual from Minthe's POV)

And it's not anything...substantial? The audience doesn't get to the emotional/mental effects from this. Especially directed at Persephone, who'd ideally be the perfect person for this. It encourages the audience to sympathize with her, which I know the narrative wants. Like, desperately. One of the main rules in LO is to be on Persephone's side, 24/7. And we know what happens if people aren't:

But I also know one of the secret rules of LO, is Persephone cannot suffer/go through genuine hardships. She can't get slandered (rightfully or wrongfully) by the press, because it'd be too hard for her. She can't have a truly unfair trial, because it'd be too unfair. And, if the ending of LO means anything, she can't even have her long distance separation with Hades.

It's why Persephone doesn't get this overall treatment from the press. In the context of the world, she kind of skirts by and doesn't get recognition for it? It's a bit like Retsuko Post S2, where she should probably start getting noticed more but it just doesn't happen.

Even after the trial and her punishment, she can freely walk down the streets of Olympus like she's the most hated goddess around (I'm not even saying this to be mean, if I had a family in the Mortal Realm and I couldn't see them for a decade? I'd be pissed).

I'm going to take time to mention the video that inspired this ramble, Lindsey Ellis’ “Yoko and the Beatles,” which goes into the history of the Beatles and Yoko Ono. It also touches on other famous women, like Courtney Love, Britney Spears and others, who were slammed by the media and press. There is/are a lot of elements at play, to misogyny and racism (in Yoko Ono’s case) that effected their treatment in the public eye. And a lot of this came in the late 90s/early 2000s, which was a very bad time to be in the press. No sympathy at all.

I’d highly suggest watching it for yourself if you haven’t, because the treatment in the video did remind me of an LO character, but not the one the narrative wants us to think of-

Minthe got dumped on in the story, in WT comment section, and by its own creator! It’s no wonder people give her more grace/sympathy, because she’s barely standing up by the time she gets planted. But back to Persephone because it’s always about her:

So. the only time Persephone gets slammed like that is near the end…where the narrative decides to input all the criticism to the evil scary villain who sucks sooooo much:

And it’s like…ok. So. Typically, when a character is getting mistreated in the press, the claims are usually sensationalized and inflammatory. Borderline slander. We, the audience, should not be on the press’s side unless we’re supposed to take validity in those statements.

The best example is the 2nd interview in Bojack Horseman, where the audience is expected to see Bojack as a deeply flawed and messed up person who, when things get really bad, will throw people under the bus to save his own skin (I.E, him mentioning Sharona in relation to Sarah Lynn drinking for the first time).

And there’s obviously situations where it’s a lot more morally grey, when it comes to the media and press. It’s all about who’s telling the “real” story and which one is the “fake.” But in this, you as a writer need to make a decision: how is your audience supposed to take it? Should we be on the press’s side, like in the case of Bojack, or should we be on the character’s side?

Now. In this moment with Persephone, it’s clear we the audience are supposed to sympathize with her. But everything Apollo (and the other citizens) are saying is…correct. Persephone is responsible for this, and she hasn’t really owned up/done enough to manage it. She’s sitting there in her ivory tower, pulling the “woe is me” act like she did in the trial. And somehow, we’re supposed to be on board? When we haven’t been given enough evidence that Persephone genuinely cares and they’re wrong about her?

And this could’ve worked! If Persephone owned up to her mistakes and wanted to change, we’d be on board! Look, she’s actually developing! But because Persephone can never be in the wrong, the narrative bends itself like a game of Twister for her to always be right. And that’s boring in a story that’s supposed to have stakes.

I’m actually gonna end this off on a positive note, and talk about the best use of the media in LO. While Persephone is at school, after she’s spent the night at Hades place, she comes across this in the bathroom:

This is genuinely perfect! We see how the press/media defame Persephone, and how people are reacting to it. We see her being affected by this in her day to day life, with the Cherry on top being the “Goddess of Sluts.” It’s so bitter and borders on Highschool levels of petty, and it works. This is probably my personal fave moment in the LO Pilot!

And I will forever be shocked on why this wasn’t included in the WT version. It’s so simple to put in, but it’s almost like the press was sprinkled in…instead of being baked into the story. A dash of media slander here, a scoop of cliffhangers, and another sprinkle of SA, and that’s all it is, really. Or just a plot that didn’t spend enough time in the dark room

#lore olympus critical #lore olympus criticism #anti lore olympus #anti lo #anti lo persephone #…anyway go read PomengranMints where the press/paparazzi are one of the main conflicts for Persephone-#quiet mumbles

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numberonetacostan · 6 months ago

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I like to think Taco secretly runs a conspiracy board in her free time (despite how unrealistic it is) she's convinced that the competition is part of a grander scheme. She has strings, pictures, and sticky notes pinned everywhere, connecting random events and contestants to wild theories—like how MePhone is actually a robot overlord, or that there’s a secret society of forks controlling the world.

Her favorite theory? That she herself is being watched by an audience (us) 24/7 and she sometimes breaks the fourth wall (gasps) to test if it’s true. Most contestants ignore her ramblings, but Taco swears she’s onto something, even if she has to figure it out alone!

Hi Ze!!!!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in an ask!!!!!! :]

deuiwfhueihfeuih I think Taco would like to make conspiracies to trick people with. She's a smart cookie, she could enough dots to convince quite a few other contestants that, say, there's actually a secret third Idiotic Island that was never used, but is still out there and intact. She would love messing with people like this!!!! It's all fun and games until she accidentally gets Fan caught up in one of her conspiracies and he loses it trying to find the truth. Conspiracies would be banned after that.

I think that the being watched conspiracy might kick in post-finale, with all that's going on. Are the cameras really off and gone? No one from Mepple is listening in? I can see her actually getting rather paranoid about that!!!

#inanimate insanity #ii taco #taco ii #loomy's answers #inanimate insanity hc

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mountainashfae · 15 days ago

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🖊 + Confessor?

okay so this stuff isn't gonna be new to you but I've kinda wanted to throw it on the dash for people who don't hear my ramblings 24/7

I have caused psychic damage to unsuspecting friends over Confessor's timeline and honestly. Big fan. Brings me joy.

Since they were born on a Forge World, they get to be subject to those rules. Such as being tested and quantified and having their position decided from childhood. So at age 7 they enter the Mechanicus as a trainee adept.

Somewhere along the line it did hit me that the Mechanicus probably are okay with giving augments to children. Wild decision on my part. I'm sticking to it. Such as the memorance implant. And I think I'm committing to a servo-skull who will eventually house their logis implant/analytics engine but early in is mostly for a vox to more clearly speak binharic. Why/how is that the de facto language on Forge Worlds.

Anyways what I'm leading up to is their ship getting attacked by xenos with them as the sole survivor, thanks to being young and small and easily hidden (too young to have combat experience/training). So at age 12 they get miraculously rescued by a Ministorum ship and one member of the Ecclesiarchy got the idea to not return a Mechanicus trainee.

Not an easy process, of course. Having to re-indoctrinate a tween whose entire way of thinking is wayyyy different and who. honestly. probably has not eaten solid food in 5 years. After failing to find anything in my research that proves otherwise, I've come to the conclusion that the Mechanicus probably use some sort of injection or IV for nutrients to sustain their flesh. Probably a lot easier to make all adepts, filtration implant or no, use that. The Schola Progenium would've been a death sentence, but what he actually got probably also really sucked.

Anyways imagine going from the Mechanicus to the Ministorum. The sheer amount of religious guilt one would end up with basically being told from a young age "you're doing it wrong, do it this way, this is the correct way." The amount of effort one would have to put in to feel like they're doing things Correctly. Down to even refusing to use your name until it's forgotten because it's a signal something is Off. The implants though, they can stay. They have their use.

Cut to him in his 30s. Traveling through the Warp towards whichever planet they are to be stationed on as a Confessor. Geller Field failure, leading up to their mutation. Snake mouth and tongue, atrophy of the larynx, something outside of their power that to everyone screams "lack of faith." Which like, thankfully, they do manage to get augments to hide and work around the mutation. And SOMEHOW manage to keep it on the down-low so the entire fucking Imperium doesn't know about this mutated priest. (As of sometime in Act 4 of the crpg, they end up exposed to more warp energies and further mutate, gaining a snake tail that they hide under their robes).

But for his time as a Confessor, he was in charge of a small Hive World. Because you can just assign that to a Confessor. If his mentor was influential enough to get away with stealing a Mechanicus trainee and hiding the mutation, it only makes sense it'd get him this far. Getting up to Deacon isn't really set in stone, that's already a whole almost century. Of course he gets access to the treatments to let him live for such a long time. Between his mentor's influence and his own zealous adherence to the faith, he does live up to his Illustrious Glory.

But we cut to his Archdeacon era, up to his 150s. He is the Ministorum representative and leader on a Forge World of the Calixis Sector, overseeing a holy relic and ensuring smooth trade between the planet and the rest of the Imperium. Lady Theodora von Valancius finally gets word about this distant relative, and begins making the preparations. The Archdeacon has no idea that any of this is happening in the background of their work, until one day they get told that everything has been taken care of, they're to go along with the Rogue Trader. Just zero warning. They assumed they would just be continuing to work logistics but this time on the Rogue Trader's ship, but well, we know how the game handles that.

[ Want me to gush about my OCs? ]

#oc stuff #ask game #confessor von valancius #long post #whoopsie

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myloveforhergoeson · 5 months ago

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tw: blood

"...But I've noticed an uptick in the popularity of graphic print hoodies. Especially paired with skinny jeans..." James held up his fashion magazine on the orange couch, gripping both pages at the ends as he turned them horizontally, then vertically, scrunching his brow at the images as he rambled to his girlfriend. "But I don't know... I'm predicting we'll see some sort of fashion revival in the next few years, like 80s or 90s... Probably 90s the more that I think about it..."

He was fixated on the pictures, not so much the movie Roxy had put on after their long day at work, but that was more than fine with her. Ages ago now, she'd tuned out too, because what James had to say was far more interesting.

How long she could get away with staring, she didn't know, but he was pretty caught up in his own explanation, so the writer decided to test her luck and let her eyes wander.

Over the soft rosy apples of his cheeks, before getting distracted from how the corners of his mouth cut dimples the more and more animated his speech grew. Following the slight bump across the bridge of his nose from when he'd broken it playing hockey as a kid, up to his strong, distinct brows that moved up and down as he said something excitedly, before taking it back and reconsidering another point aloud.

The golden flecks in his hazel eyes were hard to find, considering the soft cracks of sunlight seeping into the room from the closed blinds behind where he sat, but she caught a few as they widened while he took in the double-page spread. They disappeared just as quickly as he turned the page and took in what it had to offer, squinting and scrutinizing every layer, every accessory, the models before him were decked out in, all the while making his own commentary about this and that.

Voice pitching up, he continued, words coming out faster and faster as he made even more predictions for the future of style, drawing Roxy farther and farther in, until she was as close to him as the pages he studied.

That was enough to startle James out of his rant.

"Babe? Oh, hi... Hi," He grinned, taking in their proximity, gaze tearing from the magazine to hers before flickering down to her lips.

Her stomach flipped and she was pretty sure her face was on fire, but found the strength to murumur back, "Hi."

When his brows shot to his forehead, and he immediately reeled backward yelling, "Roxanne?!" she figured something was probably off.

In equal measure, she pulled away from him just as quickly, heart beginning to pound so hard she could feel it trying to rip from her chest as she studdered out, "W-what?"

She hated the way her jaw opened and closed as she tried to take in the air her lungs desperately needed.

James flew off the couch, running to the kitchen at the same time Roxy's upper lip tickled and the sharp metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. "Oh my god."

As she drew one finger to the space under her nose, the wet, warm sensation made her hair stand straight on end; In the same breath, James was in front of her again, hand sinking into her hair, gently pulling to draw her face toward the ceiling and using the other hand to place a wad of scratchy paper towels under her nostril.

"Is the air too dry in here? I've had the humidifier plugged in, like, 24/7 since we moved in here!"

There was a slight shake to his voice, and he was a bit rough as he tried to press the towel farther into her nose, but, at least, Roxy thought, at least he's near me again.

"No, it's fine," She said, though her words were half-muffled. Gently, she brought one hand up to circle his wrist before using her other to take the towel. Her face was on fire again, this time though, it wasn't because she was working herself up. "... This is so gross, I'm so sorry."

Shaking her head, she tied to drop her gaze to the ground, but James' hold on her kept her continuing to look at the ceiling.

"Don't apologize." Light as a feather, his fingers brushed some of her hair out of her face; Now Roxy felt a little bit better. "It happens... Plenty of girls have gotten nosebleeds just from looking at me before. Occupational hazard, songbird!"

The little smile cracking on his lips made Roxy take a fist to his shoulder, playfully shoving him backwards as laughter rolled off his tongue.

But, his comment made her embarassment melt away for the time being.

"So what if I thought your fashion-talk was hot? It's always nice to hear about something you're passionate about..."

This time, it was James' turn to get the flames of bashfulness lick up his cheeks, eyes blowing wide at his girlfriend's words.

Roxy used this window to slip of his grasp, fleeing to the sink in the bathroom with a handful of sweet giggles to clean herself up.

Though it wasn't often, she loved being able to catch him off guard. Opportunities presenting themselves so nicely sure were rare and she wasn't always able to find the right thing to say, but when she did, the pay off was indescribable.

Way to go Somerset... Now, you've got to find a way to put this into a song...

#thats all she wrote fic #has anyone seen emma (2020)? yeah.#tw blood #sorry if this is gross and weird i just thought it was kinda funny #did not proofread sorryyy

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leilynn · 6 months ago

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Mononoke, Nopperabou arc ||Theories and how i understood the first episode of the arc (I might be overthinking MOST of these please keep that in mind||

New tumblr user and new member of the fandom who's very interested in mononoke and kusuriuri!

Please tell me if i said something incorrect i don't want to spread misinformation thankyou!

[NOTE: i do not know japanese so this is based on the english sub of the series]

"Personally the very belief that medicine alone can cure one's ailments does not sit well for me." [Ep 6, 3:11]

Hinting to ochou that relying on a mononoke (the medicine) will do no good. (?)

1.1 "An ineffective medicine is rendered such by one's own lack of belief." [Ep 6, 3:17]

the "ineffective medicine" is probably the methods Ochou tried to endure the abuse inflicted by her husband and in laws tryring to make her own mother proud. Which resulted her strong feelings building up and attracted an ayakashi which turned her into a mononoke. (?)

1.2 "They are held together by a common thread like sardines hung out to dry." [Ep 6, 3:20]

-The cure and belief are connected. (If you believe its the cure then you will be cured something like that)

then it was followed up by "Wait, or are sardines dried on sticks?" [Ep 6, 3:27] which i have NO idea how it is related maybe he's just rambling??? Trying to make his story more convincing perhaps.

"How you killed them is irrelevant. Cooked in miso or cured with salt, a fish is a fish, you see." [Ep 6, 5:13] -Basically it doesn't matter how she killed 'them'. It doesn't change the fact that she did it.

3. "Well, you understand, people always have a certain air about them. A certain expression. You do not seem like a woman bound for the gallows in the morning." [Ep 6, 6:31]

Saying that there's more than it meets the eye.

4. THEORY: Ochou said that her outfit distinguishes her as a person with a death sentence and kusuriuri replied with; "Your jailer determines how you dress. Your face is of more concern to me than your garb. What im trying to say is that you seem an entirely different person from the normal Ochou-san." [Ep 6, 6:54]

He's saying that since her "jailor" (the Mononoke) made her wear the kimono a stage set just for them (so everything there but Ochou's expression, face, voice is fake). (??????????)

Later when the Mononoke appeared he said "As I thought, she was possessed." [Ep 6, 8:19]

It wasn't clarrified how Kusuriuri knew the "normal" Ochou so maybe he was testing wether if she was actually posessed or not (later he said "As i thought, she was possesed." on [Ep 6, 8:19] and we know that wasn't the case as we delve further into the story.)

5. THEORY: When Ochou started doubting Kusuriuri's identity she asked (Warning: might be overthinking) "Just who are you?" [Ep 6, 7:11]

Then the mononoke appeared and asked kusuriuri the same thing. I feel like it was some kind of foreshadowing that Ochou is the mononoke (?).

6. THEORY: "Amazing it can speak. It's the first time i have met this sort of Mononoke." [Ep 6, 7:37]

Since kusuriuri have lived for a long time (most fans in the platforms i have been speculate that he is) maybe talking Mononokes are a bit rare? But in zashikiwarashi and nue the mononoke could speak too. Maybe some mononokes talk only when they need/want to. (In zashikiwarashi the mononoke didn't speak to kusuriuri)

7.1 "You must not leave." [Ep 6, 7:48] Then Kusuriuri stops Ochou from leaving.

Honestly, i was confused at the start. After rewatching the episode for a few times i come into a conclusion that i think that kusuriuri was telling her that she is safe as long as she stays in that place. He believes that the mononoke didn't harm her because the mononoke wanted her to stay there.

"You are safe as long as you stay in here." [Ep 6, 8:02] -kusuriuri said this to ochou

"It was my belief, though, that I would have to break those bars to reveal your form," [Ep 6, 8:24] -kusuriuri said this to the mononoke

7.2 "If you believe this place holds you, it is a prison. If you do not wish to leave it will become a fortress." [Ep 6, 9:06]

Kusuriuri said this to Ochou. And like our girl, I was CONFUSED but after rewatching it for a few times maybe he's telling Ochou that she can control the place they're in well i believe that the 'place' is in Ochou's mind (will explain in part 2). If she believes if she's trapped then she's trapped. I mean its in her mind.

8. "Do you wish to return to that place again?" [Ep 6, 9:10] -kusuriuri "I do not mind." [Ep 6, 9:28] -Ochou "Mankind is far more frightening." [Ep 6, 9:22] -at this scene it showed Ochou with this mask:

sorry its a bit blurry

Im not sure but i saw a theory video in yt about Nopperabou inspired by Noh theatre heres the link: Unmasking the Nopperabou | Mononoke Theory

But the closest Noh theatre mask i could find similar to Ochou on that scene was Ushi-Oni-Blue a Devil (Oni) Mask. I dont know anything about the story with the mask i hope someone knows.

9. THEORY: Okay, back to the "Mankind is far more terrifying." [Ep 6, 9:22] Ochou said it in a more deeper voice. Maybe its the mindset that the mononoke inflicted upon her and made her lose hope in humanity and started to cling on something thats not human "Surely theres a kind mononoke out there." [Ep 6, 9:37]

I doubt anyone would read my first post but if there's one THANK YOU FOR DEALING WITH MY NONSENSE <3

(Once again please say anything i said thats false info i will edit the post!!!)

#mononoke #kusuriuri #mononoke 2007 #take most of these with a grain of salt pls

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heavenpierceher · 1 year ago

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Can you infodump about cëll? I'm intrigued.

his full name is Xhai (surname) Cëll (first name), he's 27 years old, and he lives in Detroit in the year 2094 with a robot roommate/weird gay thing named RISC. his gender is male(?) the question mark is consistent. he's a cyborg; roughly 70% of his body is cybernetic. he works freelance as a mercenary hacker, involving everything from breaking into a warehouse to steal data to staring at a console for nine hours a day. people break into his house to try to kill him roughly once every two weeks. 13% of his genetic data was taken from an enormous, powerful corporate AI's neural data and inserted before his birth, enabling him to install more chips in his brain to make his problems worse. he's aloof, polite, charismatic, and pragmatic, but privately obsessive, fairly pretentious, paranoid, and inclined to hedonism and thrillseeking. i'm (slowly) working on a ref for him, but in the meantime here's some fullbody images of him i don't think i've posted before:

i'm not great at talking without a prompt, so i'm giving myself the prompt of this tongue-in-cheek moodboard i made for him a while ago.

the first image was part of the original inspiration for him—the phrasing was funny but resonated with me. he wouldn't do something as public and blatant as driving a bulldozer through an apple store, but he 100% would commit crimes specifically to get pumped full of dmt

he likes weird sex stuff and doing deliberately dangerous things/making himself vulnerable as a challenge to himself; he enjoys testing his limits and also having sex with strangers

he's pretentious and prone to philosophical ramblings, and has weird and intense feelings on coding, AI, robots, etc

in the setting, there's a UBI and a food stipend; he lives largely off of the extremely basic nutrient/electrolyte packs issued to people monthly, seeing it as more efficient. if they made Booze Pods he would fucking love them

a lot of jenny holzer's truisms sort of skewer him as a person. he has pretty bad OCD/PTSD, but isn't aware of it, or if he is he thinks it's actually just his Superior Preparation Skills. he spends a lot of time making his own problems worse for the thrill of getting himself out of them. also he'll fuck basically anyone

as said before, he has strong feelings about technology, and surrounds himself with it 24/7

this is basically his day job; a nonzero amount of the setting is run by 'dumb' helper AIs which he's talented at verbally 'coding', speaking to them in a language that uses english words but doesn't resemble it, comprehensible only to a LLM

he's a heavy smoker; he smokes hand-rolled kratom, clove, and lavender cigarettes. he doesn't have lungs anymore (got impaled, had to replace them) so there's no real consequences for it

that last one is pretty self explanatory at this point i think

#ty for the ask!#ask #anon #op #cëll #samizdat #webart

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lyssak09 · 1 year ago

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Yandere Leo Wyatt Headcanons (Charmed 1998)

I'm so sorry that I fell off the face of the earth but that's life. Enjoy these random yandere headcanons. I have been rewatching Charmed, which I grew up watching, and it randomly gave me inspiration again. Yay! I've been in love with Leo for like my whole life, so these may be a tad long. Happy Reading

(FYI you are a charmed one in this but I don't specify which one you've taken the place of since I love all of them, but I do mention Piper and Pheobe in this. Maybe they're all alive in this or something lol)

We know Leo is protective of those he cares about, especially the ones he loves. So as a yandere, his protectiveness is 20 times worse. He keeps an eye on you at all times even when you can't see him, if he sees or senses you might be doing something too dangerous for his liking (including normal activities like cooking) he'll orb in and take over for you.

Leo doesn't have a concept of boundaries when it comes to you. So he’ll orb in at any time, it doesn’t matter if it's during intimate moments like you’re hoping out of the shower.

Leo watches you 24/7, even when he’s with his other charges. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the bathroom, asleep in bed, out with friends, or spending time with your sisters, he’ll have an eye on you.

He watches you sleep almost every night, you’re just so cute and peaceful when you sleep. And if he’s feeling bold he might even lay with you on the bed, perhaps cuddle you if you’re in a deep sleep. It makes him feel like you’re a couple when he does that, furthering his delusions.

Leo is a huge guard dog, not just from creatures but from humans too. He knows how to fight, and his combat skills are insane, but people seem to forget that about him which he takes advantage of. If someone or something badmouthed you then they better be ready for a fight.

He is so sweet to you, in an old-fashioned sort of way. If you’re entering a room he’ll beat you to the door to hold it open for you, even if you’re just going to the attic. He’ll carry your bag or jacket when you’re out and about. Leo will always make you walk on the opposite of traffic on sidewalks, meaning he walks on the traffic side of the pavement.

Leo loves anything you do, especially when you talk though, he could listen to you yap for hours, even if it's something he has no idea what it is! He’ll even ask questions about the topic, anything you care about is something he will want to know. Leo will learn about everything you watch and read, just so he can actually talk to you about it and know what you’re talking about. But he does love just listening to you ramble about something, happily letting you talk and him listen.

One of the things he hates about being a whitelighter/dead is that he can’t really talk about himself to your friends. Such as at parties, he can’t tell them the truth about who he is, which bothers him as he wants your friends to like him without lying to them, that way they can urge you to go for him/accept his advances!

Even if/when you’re not dating he’ll get paranoid and jealous when you talk to men (even women), even Dan who obviously has a thing for Piper, not you.

Leo will get you to go on a date with him, either he begged you, coerced you, or just got you with his charm.

He will use his dream leaping ability to hop into your dreams and manipulate them. He makes you dream of dates with him to not only help ‘convince’ you and your subconscious to seriously date him but also test out date ideas. He needs to know which ones will work better for your first date!

Leo's sweet demeanor masks his manipulative intentions as he orchestrates the perfect first date.

He’ll take advantage of knowing you your entire life to get the perfect first date. Leo will get your favorite food, and do any activity you want. He will manipulate you into saying yes to a second date, then a third, a fourth, and so on.

Leo’s more than willing to stoop low enough to manipulate you into being his girlfriend <3

“I’d do anything for you, Y/N! I’m willing to die again if it means you’ll go out with me. Please, it's just one date! Your sisters will be fine without you for a couple of hours. So what do you say?”

And if that doesn’t work he has more tricks up his sleeve, In the worst-case scenario he has to enact his plans even if you aren’t dating, all it does is make it a bit more difficult if you aren’t.

Leo’s behavior gets worse even if you don’t start dating. His paranoia intensifies once you're officially together, leading him to become increasingly possessive and controlling. He becomes jealous and suspicious of anyone you interact with, even your own sisters or close friends

He will start having you do different things from the rest of your sisters, like giving you a different mission while the rest of your sisters deal with a demon. You will notice he’s giving you easier or ‘safer’ things to do, like having you work on potions, or giving you simple monsters to vanquish, and always being around you when your sisters have you watch an innocent.

When you express discomfort or resistance to his controlling behavior, Leo gaslights you, making you doubt your perceptions and sanity. He twists situations to make you believe that his actions are motivated by love and concern, making himself appear as the victim of your supposed ingratitude or lack of trust.

“I’m your whitelighter and your boyfriend, Y/N! It's literally my job to protect, care for, and guide you in the right direction. I’m sorry that I’m just trying to do my job as a boyfriend and whitelighter! Don’t you trust me?”

The way he says it makes your heart ache slightly and keeps you from arguing with him for a bit longer.

A part of him will understand that what he feels for you isn’t healthy, that his feelings for you are way stronger than most. But he’s too in love to care.

I’m serious when I say he’s lovesick. When he’s around you he gets all flustered and blushes, he can’t get the thought of you out of his head. Everything you do is either special, amazing, or adorable to him. Even just seeing you eat, or you reading the book of Shadows.

Leo knows the Elders would flip a lid if they find out how deep his feelings for you really are. He’s kept it hidden from everyone so far, everyone just thinks he has a normal crush on you.

Your sisters will urge you to date him, he’s perfect for you! He’s kind, loving, smart, handsome, and can orb you wherever you want for a date! You don’t realize his crush on you for a bit till your sisters have to practically spell it out for you after he brought you some flowers for the 5th week in a row.

Leo says he’s a pacifist but he knows that when it comes to you, he’ll kill a person/thing without a second thought or regret. Especially if they were/about to harm you or get in between his relationship with you, his devotion to you knows no bounds. He is willing to forsake his pacifist beliefs and commit acts of violence without hesitation if he perceives a threat to you or your relationship. His love for you erases any second thoughts, leading him to justify his actions as necessary sacrifices for the sake of your safety and happiness.

He is quietly making plans on how to stay with you forever without the Elders intervening or putting a stop to him. Leo could either bargain with them, possibly using some information he found that they don’t know about but desperately need, or he could take a more…aggressive option.

Leo is willing to kill or maim the elders and anyone else who gets in the way, he’ll try no violence or the least violent ways first. He’s not afraid to use a darklighter’s bow and get the elders out of the way, he could possibly take over and keep you up there with him if he takes that route.

He showers you with affection and attention, bombarding you with declarations of love, and gifts, but mainly acts of service. He overwhelms you with displays of devotion, to the point it might feel suffocating. But everyone keeps telling you that they’d kill for someone to do that for them, even your sisters say you’re being ridiculous, that you should feel lucky and happy Leo does that for you. Maybe you’re just overthinking it?

“No you guys don’t understand! I can’t get a moment to myself without him orbing in with a gift or him beating me to a task I had been planning to do.” You complain to your sisters. They give you a funny look before laughing, “You’re being ridiculous Y/N, he’s just trying to show you he loves you. I wouldn’t complain if Dan would weed the garden for me” Piper says before smiling at you. You let out a frustrated huff. “That's not the point Piper! It’s overwhelming!” You exasperate. “Then what is the point Y/N? Because to me, it sounds like you’re complaining about a good thing.” Phoebe said with a slight tone. You quiet down a bit and think, “Maybe I am being ridiculous, maybe Leo is just trying to show he cares?”

The main ways he shows affection are acts of service and physical touch. Do you have a project for the house you’ve been planning to do? He’s already done it. You’re about to plant some flowers in the backyard? Don’t worry! He’ll do it for you. Those dishes in the sink you were planning to do are already done. Any improvements you talked about, even if it was in just one conversation and didn’t really plan to do it, are either done or he’s working on it. He loves being your handyman, it goes with his 1940s-esque views of what a husband should do.

One of the things he loved about just being the handyman, before you knew that he was a whitelighter, was when you’d bring him something to drink or snack on while he worked. It made him picture you as a wife even more than he already was. Anytime you brought him a drink he’d look away from the project he was working on and gain the biggest goofiest smile.

“Hey Leo, I made some lemonade the other day, would you like some? I don’t want you to die of dehydration just because you’re busy working out here.” You joke as you look up at him, covering your eyes a bit to block the sun. He smiles and steps down from the ladder, “I wouldn’t want that either” he jokes and laughs, you still don’t know he’s technically dead. Nor do you know much about who he is really. “I guess the gutters can wait for a bit.” Leo laughed and scratched the back of his neck, you make him so nervous! You notice how red his cheeks have gotten but just brush it off, he has been working in the yard for over an hour now. “Sweet, why don’t you come inside for a second and cool off? I’ll go get that lemonade.” You smile and head inside, while Leo follows you in like a puppy. All he can do when you hand him a glass of lemonade with that beautiful smile of yours is blush even harder and smile like a fool.

Leo uses his powers often once you guys learn he’s a whitelighter and he’ll use them to his advantage. If/when he enacts his plan (whichever one he goes with) he’ll use them if you try to escape. Say you get so desperate that you attack him and run he’ll quickly regenerate and use his sensing ability to track you down.

If he goes down the avatar path (like he did in the show) then he’ll use those powers to an insane amount. Such as the power negation to cancel out your powers so you can’t use them against him. And he’ll use the reality-warping one to make the perfect place for you together.

Leo will also use the chronokinesis power when needed.

Either way, no matter what powers he has he will use them, it's only fair if you try to use them against him

Leo loves you more than anything on earth, and he’ll make sure he gets his girl in the end. Hopefully, your sisters will catch on to his plans before it's too late.

But just know Leo won’t go down without a fight, and he sure as hell isn’t going to let go of you so easily.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanon #yandere male #yandere x you #leo wyatt #yandere leo wyatt #charmed #whitelighter #yandere whitelighter #yandere charmed #miss blue writing #charmed 1998

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dreamerpills · 1 year ago

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Diary of the inferior

Scp x reader

(isn't really proof-read )

This is something I had written a few words of, stored in my drafts and didn't let it see the light of day (see what I did there hehe) for some time. But I have now finished it (kinda) and its certainly one of my longest pieces.

(The first few entries are short and poorly written, but it becomes better after some time.)

warnings: gore, kinda pessimistic views, I hate Entry 1 with all my heart, false reality, violence, euthanasia, body horror, religious talk, death.

Scp 105 is post Omega-7, she’s 24 here.

Entry 1: New Beginnings

Dear Diary,

Maybe I should’ve listened when people told me to never take strange job opportunities.

I thought it was perfect, I was working in a shop on minimum wage, and I could barely afford simple life necessities.

I still had to pay off my student debt and that made life all the harder. When I saw this strange opportunity presented to me by a shady caucasian man, I believed that this would be my saving light.

I wish I had been shot that day. A bullet mysteriously found its way into my skull. A news reported merely stated it was an accident; or running from that horrid officer only to “disappear” and never see the light of day again.

I just wish that death had claimed me as one of their countless victims before immortality and the infinite loop of time laid hands upon me.

—-

Entry 2: the flower of beloved Iris

Dear Diary,

On my photo ID, there was my smiling face. It was a smile of pure joy. You could glance at it and call it cheeky if you dared. But I was merely innocent. Innocent as a human could be.

After the photo had been taken, I was briefed on what I’d be doing. A rambling speech about the foundation's lack of care for qualified staff and instead people with logic and reasoning.

That gave you a fighting chance, because how bad could this job be if you just needed a little logic? I met a girl a few weeks later. I always wondered why she had that camera with her. Perhaps it had been a dear hobby of hers?

I found out my presumption was wrong when she took a photograph of a flower in a vase some distance away, took the picture out and then proceeded to stick her hand in the image; giving me the flower after twirling it in her fingers.

Iris seemed proud of making me joyful, I believed I laughed all night. I later placed the flower on my desk, and even after it wilted and its petals fragile and bleak; I still folded it into my pocket and to this day it still resides there.

She was more on the quiet side but still gave me those sad smiles with dimples on her cheeks. I had distinctively remembered wondering about the cause of those scars on her eyelid, jaw and hands. —

Entry 3: false reality

Dear Diary,

I found out Iris was an anomaly; an Scp, if you wanted a more precise definition. This was told to me by a person higher on the foundation hierarchy for its staff. Not Iris herself.

Was I slightly hurt? Yes.

It had left me staring into a void, although I had seen her camera doing its magic. I must have created some false reality in my head that explained this bizarre situation.

At the time, I was scrawling through my notebook with such vigour it was comparable to an inspired writer. I was not inspired in a awestriking way. Simply wanting to write about my trepidations concerning this topic and send the letter to me in a shitty way of making myself laugh.

(Mind you, if you too were stuck as a lab assistant watching sentient doughnuts bite people, you almost certainly develop terrible humour.)

—

Entry 4: the beginning of the end

Dear Diary,

Something strange had occurred.

I had been assigned a mission. Naturally I was confused. Lab assistants being assigned things other than cleaning up the blood after cross-testings? It was something I found most peculiar.

They, (foundation staff),had suited me up in some strange black equipment, handed me a gun and pushed me over to some people waiting inside a black van.

I don't even have a formal qualification to handle a gun; I had screamed. Why would this be happening? I remember saying that to myself. over and over again.

A pathetic mantra that I so feebly considered answered by the many voices in my head. I cried. Then I wiped the liquid with my hand; I had refused the notion that I was a weak, feeble creature hiding the true meaning of my nature.

When I really was just that.

All those other people had kept their heads down, mindlessly fidgeting with their hands or drumming their fingers nervously on the knee. I merely stared at the wall, already feeling the sensation of butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I didn't know them, and at this rate; I would never.

—

Entry 5: pathetic chess games

Dear diary,

They had gotten off the van, dressed in full tactical gear and shivering with a dreadful fear. This situation felt wrong and I memorized the look of someone who knew too much. It was in a puddle of water. It was my face.

Perhaps I was seeing the foreshadows of fate that dangled right in front of my eyes. But I saw nothing, heard nothing and knew nothing. This was all one of the many cruel games the foundation played, killing people as if they were mere chess pieces.

All just to win to the game, only for another to proceed after that.

—

Entry 6: the majority and the minority

Dear Diary,

Scp-001 S. D. Locke’s proposal is one of the many 001 proposals that exist: detailing the sun becoming a hostile being that eradicates human beings, converts them into sentient piles of flesh which aim to find unconverted humans and drag them into the sunlight, for them too to become those hideous masses of skin.

The scenario occurred in my timeline, at first I didn't know what was happening, only that the other staff members had screamed about the light being good and holy before I heard the most awful noises.

It squelched, moaned and cried. I suppressed gags and muffled my mouth with a cloth. What the fuck was happening? Where had they all gone? Why do they sound not human anymore?

I had ran out from the cover of the van to shield under the safety of a building, not before looking back and laying my eyes upon a horror of flesh melting away under the rays of the hostile sun, dragging its amorphous clumps of bodies towards me.

They had once been human like myself. I had only saved myself but not them. I should go join them to redeem myself to the judging light and have my sins cleansed. I was a wretched human not worthy of being alive.

I kept on running, determined to never let the sun touch my skin ever again. I had slammed the door of the building. It was desolate and empty. When I’d step on the ground too hard, I could hear the echoes of the impact.

The was a distinctive waft of bleach, specifically chlorine that reminded me of swimming pools. There was a lack of furnacing; which reminisced the not-so-distant memory of my office. I took shallow breaths, slumping down to the ground and rubbing a sore ligament.

This was a weak thing a human could do, but I sobbed. I cried and cried until I felt like everything went numb. But it cleared my mind slightly, feeling less like a suffocating cloth and more so like a haze of cloud.

I felt around in my breast pocket, closing my fingers around a packet and tearing it off and chewed on the granola bar slowly. My mouth felt dry and my throat burned, however, despite the lack of comfort, I still ate.

I pondered on what I could do. Could I stay here and call for backup or try to find someone who was still alive?

I sighed, then fiddled with the packet from the granola bar. Was I at fault for my comrades being turned into those abominations of flesh? I could've saved them; told them to stay inside the van and that I’d go out and check. It would’ve resulted in my death, but wasn't appeasing the majority a more important factor than the minority?

—

Entry 7: The silence of the lamb

Dear Diary,

I had a radio that I had snatched last minute from the van before dashing off. I had tried reaching out to anyone I could. But there was only silence.

—

Entry 8: Nihilism

Dear Diary,

I had successfully contacted a person without being disoriented by loud static. I heard heavy breathing, it was loud and quite alarming. There was a persistent sloshing of liquid in the background. It was quiet for a few seconds; eerily quiet. Before someone spoke.

“You are alone. You will stay forever alone if you do not accept the beautiful light. Go outside.”

I threw the radio to a corner of the room, and it broke into several pieces. The voice didn't sound human anymore, it was distorted with an otherworldly passion. I was so blinded by the anger that had irrationally consumed me for a second I broke my only means of communication.

Maybe I would be truly alone if I didn't go outside.

There was nothing to live for anymore.

—

Entry 9: kiss away the gore

Dear Diary,

If loneliness was the way I would die, perhaps it would be better to perish in the sun than of hunger and the echoing quiet. I lived in cowardliness and fear. I can be free where I belong.

I opened the door I had blocked two days ago. Such a feeble mind, but I had found revelation. I will cleanse my body of this impurity, harbouring sins and the devil's hands caressing my skin.

I will burn it all away.

This was the only way I would be accepted, then I’d find peace.

I stepped into the sunlight and stared at the scarlet sun's beauty. I felt my skin being pulled apart, melting into a puddle of goo, bones liquefying and a boiling feeling. My human mouth shrieked, but that was insignificant. My fingers merged together before becoming a singular stump and my body was crafted new.

There was an agony I couldn't describe in words. No matter how many times I may rip out this page and rewrite it countless times, no work of poetry could ever shed light on the feeling.

My body was crafted pristine, I now moved surprisingly fast. The puddle of goo had moulded itself into the body of my absolute nature. I sought new flesh. That I would bind myself to another pure being.

Later, I stumbled across a facility devoid of people, there were only pools of blood on the floor. The once pure white walls had undertones of fleshy colours. If I were still human, I would've gagged at the goriness of it all.

But I didn't, instead I lurked deeper into the building. A net ensnared my body all of a sudden, and I choked out a throaty snarl. A familiar figure loomed over me, with a knife poised at my throat.

I gnashed my fleshy teeth together, reaching out to capture this impure human and bring it to the light. But the creases under their eyes faded, tossed the knife to the side and removed the netting.

What was this revolting human doing-

I was engulfed in an embrace, a hand of theirs resting on the small of my back and the other placed upon my throat, pushing it back. Almost as if it was endeavouring for me not to rip out their face.

“I can't believe something like this could happen to such a beautiful person like you.” They murmured, gripping my body tighter like I would dissolve into ash at any moment. My jaw snapped abruptly and they hushed me.

I heard the shuffling of fabric. Cool metal grazed my face before I heard them speak again; “It must be painful for you, I’ll shoot you so you can rest peacefully.”

Then they squeezed my back with such gentleness it would be hard to imagine that someone like this would shoot me.

The last things I felt were the soft fluttering of my dead heart, a soft kiss on the lips and seeing their appearance one more time. Admiring their shortly cut blond hair, scars adorning their face and cerulean blue eyes.

Those beloved dimples showed as they smiled so miserably at the prospect of being alone once again. But this was for your sake.

“Wait-”

She pulled the trigger.

And you saw nothing.

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