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saw starry’s post and wanted to try making a hoodie based on the og Sidestep suit!!

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that's what we're here for right?

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no tuch me i’m angy >:(

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if sidestep was a classic horror monster they'd either be a) frankenstein's monster or b) a werewolf because

a)

- possibly not all their limbs are their own

- a mess

b)

- terrible secret

- ONLY SHINES IN REFLECTED LIGHT

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insincere with soulless eyes a serpent in a sheep’s disguise bathed in blood with only scabs and scars to clothe you can’t feel a lover’s touch with a body numb

phantasmagoria - days n daze

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hmmmmmmm y’all mind if i……… yearn

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I do what I want to canon and no one can stop me

Words : 1354

Warnings : none bc somehow I managed to write all that without spoilers

Chen’s POV, about Basil

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The first time you meet there is blood on his hands. On his mask. On the ground.

There is a crossfire, police against some thugs. He appears out of nowhere, apparently impervious to bullets, running from a shooter to another like he knows where they are, dealing with each of them in record times. There is something chilling about the way he moves, mechanical, precise, flawless.

You think of a black op, a former soldier who retired and decided to use his skills to do vigilante work.

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“Fuck” Sentence Starters

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

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someone come collect your bastard (template by @unitedrussia !!) 

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what it says on the tin :/

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i wanna be more real than all the others, i wanna be more real than all the rest

draws the same ¾ portrait for the 6th time this week art 😔✊

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hehehehhhhehheh lux is an asshole but damn do they love their gf!!

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what bitter yet delicious wine, my love

Given recent developments, I thought I might as well post this here as well :] 608 words, sticky sweet Sciencestep except it’s before the reveal so, :B Ambiguous Sidestep! m!Puppet but written with my own MC in mind

“Mon chéri?” His tone is soft from where he sits above you. His hand combing through your hair, massaging your scalp. You’re resting your head on his chest, his other hand firmly in yours. It feels nice. Your couch isn’t small, exactly, but your legs are a tangled mess and the movie on your small TV a distant background noise. It feels safe.

“Hmm?” You turn your head to look up at him, a content smile on your face. You bring his hand to your lips, pressing soft kisses to each of his fingers. “What is it love?”

That’s a new one. A dangerous one, and maybe it’s because of the situation you’re in, or perhaps it’s true, but you find that you don’t care about the implications of it right this moment.

Dr. Mortum’s smile is fond and soft as he cups your cheek. “So that is how it is? You don’t even know my name.” His smile is betrayed by the sad twinge of his words.

“Nor you mine.” You retort, confusion clear on his face. You can’t help your smile, though it doesn’t reach your eyes. So unlike Eden. “But I don’t have to know your name to know you. Or the fact that I care for you a great deal more than is safe for either of us.”

You know this will only lead to heartbreak for you both. You’re going to have to tell him the truth eventually. And even if the doctor forgives you… would things ever be the same? Could they? You find it increasingly difficult to imagine a future without the good doctor in it. You know you’re too close. But you can’t find it in yourself to regret what has happened between you. Only what might happen. You don’t want to hurt Dr. Mortum. That’s the biggest problem here, isn’t it? You’re beginning to put him before yourself. Because you… what? Love him? It sounds impossibly absurd. Worst of all, it sounds real.

Before he can say anything, you pull yourself up to meet his lips in a kiss. Chaste, at first. But it deepens fast, the good doctor clinging to you like a drowning man to a raft.

Maybe you are. Drowning. Still, you smile into the kiss.

When you part, breathless and red faced, there is a look of contemplation on Dr. Mortum’s face. He looks happy, you find. Something else just below the surface that you don’t dare to go swimming for.

Your smile is growing possibly predatory, a little smug that you’re able to elicit such strong feelings in him. This isn’t just a game of manipulation though. This is real.

You have to stop yourself from drowning in your own thoughts again, the feeling of his arms around you a lifeline.

“I do, you know.” This is a bad idea. A very bad idea, but you’re just full of those today,  aren’t you?

“What?” You kiss him again, just the briefest touch of lips to wipe the confusion from his face.

“Love you.” You want so badly to see his reaction, but you bring yourself to look away. Embarrassed. Stupid. You’re a sucker.

A hand comes up to cup your face, and you lean into the touch. He tilts your head to look at you proper.

And when you meet his gaze, there is something in his eyes you can’t quite place. Something careful and unguarded. Something you don’t want to break.

“Mon amour.” There is a smile on his lips. One you return. The kiss he pulls you into is passionate. Intense. And you find that there is nowhere else you’d rather be.

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ortega took one look at this man and thought “that’s the love of my life”

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Severely underrated and underused trope:

When Character B is an old friend turned villain, and is trying to fight Character A but they refuse to fight back, so Character B is forced to continue attacking until they eventually stop and slowly break down sobbing

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Foolish Heart

pairing: Chargestep, (Julia/F!Sidestep)  warnings: adult themes, minor spoilers for one scene of the retribution open alpha in the last part  1716 words  beta’d by @echoise

You don’t know what it is, but there’s something about Solana that feels… real. 

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/blows a kiss in the general direction of California/ for Dr. Mortum 😔