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tagged by @sikoi & @salemssimblr (ty for the tags <3)
NAME: Kelly Parker
NICKNAME: Kel, Parker, Redhead, & (on rare occasion) Benny
GENDER: male, he/him
STAR SIGN: taurus
HEIGHT: 5'5
ORIENTATION: bi
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: american, white
FAVORITE FRUIT: lmao
FAVORITE SEASON: winter
FAVORITE FLOWER: iris
FAVORITE SCENT: ngl, it's probably weed
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: hot chocolate
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 10
DOGS OR CATS: cats
DREAM TRIP: he'd honestly be happy just taking a day to trip to go to a concert or something. he's not particularly interested in traveling.
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 2-7 + Dhes
RANDOM FACT: his island in animal crossing is named hot topic
i tag @teddybearsims, @mattodore, @barbieaiden, @wldestluv-rs, @morrigan-sims, @fizzytoo, @void-imp, & @nekrophoria (feel free to ignore ofc!)
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for the drabble spotify wrapped game, if you want: i rolled my rainbow d10 twice and we have a 75 🌈
❤️ 🌈
75: America's Sweetheart by Elle King
uh. I don't know where this came from. i apologise, my partner-in-fluff 🫡
Also I am obviously not abiding by the technical 100-word definition of drabble here, but instead the much looser 'short piece of writing'.
spotify wrapped drabbles!
Steve doesn't know when he stopped caring about killing people. It didn't bother him until he started caring again.
It's not anyone unusual, is the thing that gets him. It's a nameless, almost-faceless drug smuggler that he didn't even mean to kill, but he shot with intent to disable and a little too much carelessness in a rush to stop the ship they came in on, and when he finally loops back around there's a pool of blood and a corpse with a busted femoral artery.
He's kneeling down, checking a pulse even though it's clearly absent, removing weapons even though he'll clearly have no use for them, when his fingers brush against a thin edge in the inside pocket of the off-the-rack grey suit jacket the guy's wearing.
When he pulls it out, it's a photo. He has to look down to check that it's the same guy in it, partially because death rictus changes a face, especially when your comparison is smiling and happy, and partially because he just hasn't looked at his face properly. It's the same guy, his arm around a similarly smiling woman shoulder-height to him and so close in features she has to be his sister, with a chubby-cheeked frizzy-haired kid straddling his shoulders and holding onto the woman's hand.
One of the first things the military teaches you, explicitly or not, is to erase personhood. Your own, and your enemy's. Numbers, statistics, body parts and targets and usefulness.
He puts the photo back into the dead man's jacket and moves away. A tech comes at some point, body-bags him, and Duke is there and the rest of his team have it well in hand, so he goes back to where their cars are parked, boosts himself onto the hood of the truck, and waits.
Kono walks past at some point, but they're still in the midst of cleanup and HPD handover, so even though she does slow and ask, "You okay, boss?", when he replies in the affirmative she nods and keeps moving.
He remembers himself before. He remembers when it would never would have occurred to him not to think that every person with a bullet in them is a person with a family. A person with a life, at least before they were a person with a death.
He doesn't bother trying to count. The impulse washes over him, but it would take hours with military records and Five-0 reports to calculate anything even close to accuracy.
Himself before was decades ago, but also not that long ago. It was target practice at the Academy and work behind computers in Military Intelligence and crawling through mud with a similarly young Freddie by his side.
Himself after, apparently, is sitting on his own truck at the edge of his own city watching his family and his family's family and his friends and his friends' friends move efficiently through shipping containers and body bags.
Eventually, Danny finds him. He takes one look at Steve's face; he doesn't say anything, just leans against the hood next to Steve and waits.
Eventually, Steve finds the words. "I don't think the military would like me anymore, Danny."
It's not all that new a state of affairs; he got driven by revenge and tattoos in non-regulation places and too many personal attachments and he remembered how to have fun in quiet spaces and how to love in loud ones. He started caring again.
"Good," Danny says, harsh and definite, and Steve realises with a start that the things that would debase him in the eyes of his country are probably exactly the same reasons Danny - not just Danny, his whole family - would cite for loving him. Except the tattoos, maybe.
He can't bring himself to be upset about it in the face of that.
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"don't touch that" + any variation of kunichuuranzai
“Don’t touch that,” Ranpo warns.
Dazai pauses, his fingers mere centimeters away from the flower. Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to disobey, but something in Ranpo’s tone tells him right now is not the time to cause problems on purpose. “Why not?”
“Kunikida made it.” They hop off of their chair and stride over to where Dazai is leaning against the counter, reaching out towards the single rose in a vase half-filled with water. “If you touch it, it’ll just turn back into paper.”
Dazai frowns. He drops his hand back to his side. “Why keep flowers around if I can’t even touch them?”
“Uh, because that one isn’t for you? It’s for Chuuya, which you would know if you came out to eat breakfast with the rest of us this morning.”
“I wasn’t hungry!” Dazai folds his arms over his chest. “Anyway, where’s your flower? Or is Kunikida-kun just finally admitting he likes Chuuya best?”
Ranpo laughs. “Mine was made of chocolate, and I ate it already. Unfortunately, only people who eat breakfast get a flower.”
Dazai glares at them. He knows they’re only joking, and even if he isn’t, it’s a stupid thing to get upset about. But Ranpo has a way of getting under Dazai’s skin—often without really meaning to. And they aren’t the sort of person to openly apologize for such mistakes, though Dazai would be hypocritical if he held that against them.
But before he can snipe back with something far crueler than Ranpo deserves, he hears the door open and Chuuya calls out, “We’re back!”
“Don’t—” Ranpo starts, but Dazai is already running towards the door, leaving his cane behind. He’ll have plenty of time to regret it later, after he beats Ranpo to Kunikida and Chuuya.
(send me a sentence (+ a ship) and i'll write the next five sentences)
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Incorrect Quotes (Devourer of Souls edition)
You do not understand how much I love this tag game. I have a huge note in my notes app exclusively dedicated to incorrect quotes for my OCs. Anyway, I was tagged here by @words-after-midnight (check out their post, it's pretty funny), and I'm about to make it everyone's problem.
(Before we begin, gently tagging @pumpkinsplots, @scifimagpie, and @mister-writes)
Theo, in chapter 1: Soooo... you come around here often?
Seth: This is my house.
Seth, reading the newspaper: Someone tried to fight the Goddess of Love today.
Flick, clearly dishevelled and covered in glitter: Well, maybe the Goddess of Love was being a bitch!
Seth, trying to flirt with Theo: I think both our families suck.
Seth, during the war: Please, I'm begging you, let me heal you.
Theo, literally dying: I'm sorry, is OUR soul vanishing? Stay out of it.
Someone: How many kids do you have?
Seth: Biologically, emotionally or legally?
Goddess of Time, trying to force Seth to adopt Jane: It's not that she is evil. She just lacks empathy and goes into a dissociative state and commits atrocities.
Flick: Well, remember when Jane gave me a romantic flower bouquet?
Seth: Flick, she picked those flowers off the ground.
Flick, after coming to terms with The Curse: Would I rather be feared or loved?
Flick: Easy. Both. I want people to fear how much they love me.
None of these are in an order that makes sense, but. You know.
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5 Character Associations - Yulan
Emotions
Embarrassment: Bit too worried about how others see him.
Curiosity: World has lots to see and learn.
Anxiety: Meeting new people can be very stressfull.
Temperemental: Quick to show his anger or annoyance.
Passion: His dedication to his work cannot be doubted.
Colors
Royal Purple
Gold
Silver
Black
White
Scents
Flowers
Metallic (like after touching coins)
Coffee
Amber
Chili
Objects
Big gold "earring": Vaguely reminicent of the shape of a spear. Memento from someone already passed, he's never seen without it.
Jewelry: Usually dressed in more than one handmade piece.
Boquet of flowers: While it take a while for him to warm up, he likes gifting flowers to others.
Bagfull of bits and bobs: Stuff kinda... gathers itself into his bag. At least it's very useful to always have materials handy for emergency fixes?
Mammet: He both makes and collects mammets. There's usually at least one trailing after him.
Body Language
Arms crossed: His own little barrier against the world.
Bright red blush: What? No! Go away!
Thumping: Both from annoyance as well as having to wait.
Hiding behind others: Sometimes you just want to hide from the awkward encounter behind someone familiar and safe.
Gently tugging loved one's clothes or hand: For someone quick to show annoyance, he's rather subtle when asking for attention from someone close.
Aesthetics
Messy workshop with tons of projects and various papers scattered around.
Sunny garden with rows of colorful flowers.
Paint splatters on hands and face.
Beautiful gemstones, carefully laid out on soft velvet.
Moment shared with a loved one, just the two of you.
Hey guess who forgor they were tagged again for this? That's right, me. And since I have bunch of ocs anyway, I thought: why not do the thing again but with a different character?
Anyway! Thank you for tagging me @mimble-sparklepudding ! (Previous version with Hawu'li can be found here.)
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deep fried ben affleck smoking meme. please and thak you
TEEHEE wip that means sm to me,,,,, it's abt my boy carter post-dnd game when he becomes emperor from the pov of his bodyguard,,,, but carter is just. an littol guy,, and being an emperor away from all his friends is soooo hard for him,,,,, snippet under the cut be upon ye,,,
Daerhen is plucked from his position as General of the King’s armies a day before the new emperor’s coronation. It comes as a surprise; he’s been nothing but loyal to the empire, from the very moment he left his mother and sisters on Eter to become a soldier, when his hand first held a pistol, when he first took a life in the name of his lord. To be taken from his position in the army, one he’s worked tirelessly for many years to deserve, and be demoted to bodyguard, would have had any lesser man protesting vehemently.
But Daerhen is no lesser man, and he keeps his discontent well hidden under the thick cotton of his new uniform.
The coronation is grandiose, as one would expect. The King has been ruling for decades and has been desperately trying to reach his heir for half as long. This, the great hall crowded with nobility and what few people of lower standing managed to pay their way into the citadel, decorated from the marble floors to the painted ceilings, tables lined with appetizers and delicacies more delectable than the next, has been a very long time coming, and everyone is celebrating to their hearts’ content. King J'son stands next to the throne, one hand draped over the back, and looks at the crowd with a satisfied glint in his tired eyes.
From where he’s leaning against a pillar, fingers loosely wrapped around the stem of a flute, Daerhen observes the new emperor. The young man is sitting on the throne with his back straight, his arms carefully placed on either side of his body, chin held high in a way that makes the ceremonial crown shine under the colourful lights of the plankton and the flickering ones of the candles that have been lit merely for aesthetic purposes. He is dressed in the finest silk, with hues of purple cascading along the seams of his outfit. Yet, for all that he wears the crown and the hues of purple and sits upon the same throne his grandfather sat upon before him, Carter Quill looks nothing like the ruler he’s meant to be.
If he didn’t abhor him for being the reason behind his demotion, Daerhen would pity him; while the band starts on another song and people gather round to dance, the emperor sits still under the weight that’s now resting heavy on his shoulders.
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