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ryuzakemo128 · 20 days

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Grim Reaper Part Four

Pairings: Poly 141 x female reader / female reader x her mental health x konig

Content Warnings: Kidnapping, breaking and entering, mention of one-night stand, pregnancy from one-night stand, mention of past divorce, mention of miscarriage, possessive & obsessed Austrian man.

Words: 959

Masterlist - Prequel - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

Supernatural AU - Poem

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Summary:

Frustration chewed on their bones.

Where are you?

Where did he take you?

Why aren’t you here?

Why did it say you were here?

They assumed you would be there inside the cabin inside the cabin. Near the edge of the Alaskan woods. Hoping to find you there. Anxiety gnawing at their insides. The possibility of not finding you there. Lingering at the back of their minds. Lurking there like a wolf stalking them from the shadows of the trees. What if they didn’t find you there?

God, forbid they didn’t find you there. The fear of not finding you inside the cabin, the thought of something or someone else being where you were instead. What would they leave behind inside the dark room if you were not there?

“We need to prepared for the worst possible outcome. We don’t know what we’ll find inside that cabin. And it would be unfair for you to have false hope.” Laswell told the four of them. As the plane landed on the large, open snow.

As the plane touched down. They couldn’t help but feel suspicious. It was far too easy so far, like a demon searching for a soul to taint. Hope slowly slipped from their grasp as soon as it came. Snow crunching beneath their feet, hushed whispers of a hope that you would be there. Wind howling like a wolf howling on a full moon.

Frustration chewed on their bones.

Where are you?

Where did he take you?

Why aren’t you here?

Why did it say you were here?

Photos of you alone in different places. Dangling on fishing line from the ceiling. The walls covered in photos of you with each of the task force 141 members. Along with a recording of a low, male Austrian voice. “It seems like you had taken hold over my wife. She might have told you she left me. But in my heart, I have never left her. She’ll be fine.”

Price’s heart leapt into his throat when he heard your voice in the background, “I divorced you last year. You don’t get to come into my life again just because you feel like you own me. You have no claim over this child I have inside me. Furthermore, you chose to have an extramarital affair for six years. No one forced you to.” Her voice weak from the stress, overstimulation, and possibly stress.

Soap couldn’t listen to the rest of it, walking into a different room to calm himself down before he did something he would regret later. He didn’t want to let his anger rule over him to the point of ruining the hope of ever seeing you again.

The thought of you out there alone with your ex-husband and abuser. It was more than enough to send him spiralling. He didn’t want to visualise you out there alone somewhere. Running out of time. Fast. Faster than they thought they would.

The projector inside the empty living room of you in a sunflower dress at twenty-four, long before you met them, during the time when you were still married. The day you found out about the affair and the number of time he cheated on you. The recording of the conversation you had with Soap and Ghost in the small kitchen played, “I feel like an idiot for believing she was just a friend, and it was a onetime thing.”

Ghost replied, “I'm sorry, but you can't keep blaming yourself for this. You didn't do anything wrong. He's the one who cheated on you. It's not your fault.”

Soap nodded in agreement, “He's a piece of work. I'm surprised you didn't leave him sooner.”

“He doesn’t know that I know yet.” You revealed. “I don’t know if I want to confront him first or have a back-up plan beforehand.”

Ghost was the one that suggested the cabin in Alaska to get your bearings before confronting him. “It will put enough space between him and you.”

“Are you sure?” You asked him, the sound of clinking of a fork against a plate.

“Alaska is thousands of miles away from Austria.” Soap explained the thought process of moving to Alaska.

“Then its settled. I’m moving.” You said with finality. “Thank you for making this decision easier. You are a blessing that keeps on giving.”

Soap chuckled, “Don't mention it. We’re just happy to help.”

A bittersweet recording brought a smile on Soap’s lips, his eyes welled with tears when he heard it play back in the back of his mind. The teddy bear you were going to give your first child before you miscarried the first time. A giant pink teddy bear you kept on the sofa.

The cabin starting to feel more like a tomb for a missing woman than a home. Walls closing in on them like a hug from a person that didn’t want to let them go. Gaz found the phone he got the signal from, underneath the porch. The last call from Austria.

“Could he have taken to Austria?” Gaz asked Price and Laswell. “He must have set up the photos and everything to throw us off thinking we'd stop looking for her," Gaz continued. "He's a clever bastard."

Price nodded, his face a mask of grim determination. "He's also a dangerous one. We need to move quickly. If he's taken her back to Austria, we don't have much time."

They don’t have enough time to sit there and wonder of the possible what if questions. Not anymore. The more time wasted is more time searching for you. Yet they still didn’t know how this man found you. Whoever he was. He knew you better than you knew himself.

A chilling thought. There couldn’t be any other reason why this would be anyone other than your ex-husband, Konig. A colonel from Austria you were married to for almost ten years.

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flowersforfics · 4 months

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Chris Sturniolo x Black!Fem!reader

Chris and Reader snaps

Warning: fluff and probably cringe

A/N Leya is readers older sister

Chris masterlist , main masterlist, and navigation page

Request: YES/ NO

Request are open check rules first💋

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l13 · 2 years

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ੈ✩‧˚ — navi

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My blog has mainly nsfw and dark content so beware!

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heartsteel-heartbeats · 11 months

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Introduction!!

(( Credits for dividers: @cafekitsune !! ))

This blog is run solo by a fan named Oberon!

18+ blog so there’ll probably be some NSFW!! Might not be in a lot of detail, but I’d rather not have minors interacting with my blog.

Not much to be known about me other than my pronouns are he/they I guess. And that I’m a sucker for angst?

This is kind of a self indulgent blog with memes, headcanons, and some small fics/scenarios with the members of Heartsteel (though most fics/scenarios may be x reader stuff)

FIC MASTERLIST

(( Psst! More info down there for the fics, as well as rules! ))

I may take some requests and if you do start sending in some, I’d just like to point out that right now, I’m only writing for Kayn at the moment as I’m not too familiar with the others that much yet. Workin on it and trying my best here, it’s been a while since I’ve played LoL 😭 I’ll let you all know when I can write for another.

The most you will get from me on the others would be when I make some silly hcs on the group in general.

When I do write reader stuff though, the reader will always be portrayed as gender neutral

If you do decide to send some requests or just decide to hang out in the blog for a bit to see what I’ve got or wanna chat, here’s some rules first

First and foremost! DNI if you’re racist, homophobic, etc etc. I don’t tolerate that and I really don’t need that kind of stuff in my blog. In short, just don’t spout hate speech and we’ll be fine.

Yes, this is an 18+ blog, and yes DNI if you’re a minor, but I’m also not up for triggering topics and other rather uncomfortable stuff. So stuff like yandere and “non-con” requests are a BIG no from me. I hope you understand 🙏

Again, this blog is run by one person, so please be patient with me when you do send in asks. I promise I’ll get to them and answer when I can.

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moineauz · 5 months

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FLOWERS, FORTUNE & FAME — MASTERLIST !

the fleurs index — 𓉣 various & headcanons . ⟡ fav works 𓍯 one shots . 🧾 bolded for characters I like

deal breakers — the sunbirds six a genshin series, onhold . upcoming series perhaps?

gifts from the caretaker — 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ the house of musica a 100 follower debut event

🕰️ a bouquet for honkai star rail

acheron . arlan. argenti . asta . aventurine . black swan . blade . boothill . bronya . dan heng . dan feng . dr ratio . fu xuan . gepard . gallagher . himeko . jing yuan . jingliu . kafka . lan . luocha . march 7 . nanook . natasha . robin . ruan mei . sampo . seele . serval . sparkle . screwllum . sunday . tingyn . topaz . trailblazer . welt . xipe . yaoshi . yukong .

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notes from the caretaker — 🖇️ i will not write for any child coded characters or any characters that are not on the list. please ensure that you read all the rules before requesting. i no longer play genshin impact or am explicitly active in new lore and characters, keep that in mind.

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reidsfilm · 2 months

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— 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢 𝟐𝟎 ↪ she/her ↪ nsfw blog,

↠ spencer reid's silly little gf & simon riley's slut ✧.*

— requests are closed for now!

this place is a safe space!!

MISC MASTERLIST

COD MASTERLIST 𓆩♡𓆪

SPENCER REID MASTERLIST

currently writing for:

criminal minds — spencer reid.

call of duty — ghost, price, soap (mostly but I can definitely write for some of the others too!! These are just my preferences.)

and might write for other things as well!! whatever peeks my interest.

RULES!!

I will not write about minors, age play, noncon, watersports, or violence from characters toward the reader.

Started 30/06/24 ︱divider credit: cafekitsune.

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vendetta-ari · 2 months

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Welcome, Enjoy Your Stay!!

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Hi! You can call me Ari or Ven, I'm 18!! its nice to meet you!! I'm a bit rusty with my writing so please forgive me, I'm starting this blog for fun mainly, but it's also a good way to improve my writing.

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2. If I didn't do your request dont spam me abt it, I'm probably working on it or just wast comfortable writing it

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What I will write

-Fluff, angst, Romantic, and smut! anything goes!

What I *WONT* write:

-[Character] x Male reader (Sorry! I just dont know how lmao)

-[Character x Character] I only do x Fem/GN reader

-Adult x child for obvious reasons

-i dont rlly know how to write platonic things but I'll try them depending on who it is

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Anything else is fine though, feel free to ask away! I'll try and get to everyones ask's ASAP but forgive me if I dont and please be patient with me. I hope you enjoy and follow me throughout my chaotic writing journey!

I'll try to post everyday, but no promises for weekends

#xoxo Ari if you wanna find my stuff easily! (more specifically my fics)

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ryuzakemo128 · 1 month

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What if.....

Parings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Oksana Ivanova / Johnny Mactavish x Military Psychologist! You, Female Reader / Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Military Psychologist! You, Female Reader

Credit for the Dividers go to: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Masterlist / Decription of Oksana

Words: 3048

Content Warning: Cursing/ swearing, implications of smut. Jealousy from you, mention of child abuse, graphic themes of violence and domestic abuse. Dark Themes and references. Read at your own discretion.

Summary: “You only speak to me when you only want something. Spit it out then.”

Simon’s office consisted of a large wooden desk, a large comfortable chair he didn’t particularly like seeing other people sitting in. Often shooing them away from it with the intention of ensuring they wouldn’t break it before he could really put some real wear and tear into it. A leather, cushioned, reclinable desk chair.

The painting of the docks above his chair was the only piece of décor against the dim concrete walls for a while. Until he brought in blue-grey coloured curtains for the window looking into the office. Bringing a little more colour to his office. Even if this office would be as temporary as the life he was living now. As everything in life is temporary and soon enough, he will die, he will be replaced by someone else entirely. It was just how life was. It is how life shall be. No matter what happens.

The desk itself was made from a nice cut of maple oak wood, and it cost him a pretty penny to both buy and haul into his office. He had his paperwork stacked neatly, just the way he liked it, he would get beyond annoyed when Soap or you would walk in leave something out of place on his desk and walk out.

It was like they enjoyed frustrating him to a degree that grated on him. It made it hard to work with either of them. He would have put in a transfer months ago, had he known how much of a jackass Soap would be by fucking you on his desk.

“Get out.” He said crossing his arms. “My office. My rules. Don’t do it again.”

He kept his office locked up tight after that. Refusing the to make a spare key for any of the team. Firm in his belief that what was in his office, stayed there, as his personal space. His own area where he didn’t have to put up his guard and listen to anyone.

He had many reasons to be upset with you. He would take that secret right to his grave if he had to. No reason to give you more ammo than you already had.

“Come on man.” Soap whined.

“No.” Simon told him again.

“Why not?” Soap asked him again.

“Cause I said so.” Simon answered again.

“Why can’t I go with you to meet this Russian chick you like so much?” Soap asked again.

“You know exactly why you’re not allowed to.” Simon reminded him. “You say the first thing that comes to mind when it comes to them.”

“That’s not true.” Soap snapped back at him.

“Well, how about the time you insulted the Russian pilot?” Simon reminded him.

“It was an accident I swear.” Soap protested.

“You made the poor woman cry.” Simon sighed shaking his head grabbing his keys. “Now scram. I don’t want to either of you inside my office when I lock it up.”

Soap and you shuffled out of his office reluctantly. Simon wasn’t going to let you or Soap ruin his chances with this one. He didn’t want to take that kind of risk of introducing you or him to her. He locked his office, the jingling of keys in his hand as he walked to his truck. He wasn’t going to give either you or Soap to tail him to where he was meeting her.

You whispered to Soap, "Who is he meeting with?"

Soap shrugged, "Someone from his past, I think. He's been acting weird since we got the intel on her."

“But he’s been acting weird even before then,” You reminded Soap.

Soap nodded thoughtfully, “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe it’s more than just a meeting with an old flame.”

You brought out a file with the name, ‘Captain Oksana Ivanova’. “Do you think he’s off to see her?”

You couldn’t help yourself, could you? The temptation of getting a background check on her ran strong within you. You convinced yourself it was for his own good that you were doing it for his benefit. Ignoring the gnawing jealously eating at you from the inside. Karma biting you on the arse. It had no intention of letting you get away with your mistakes without some kind of retribution.

“You only speak to me when you only want something. Spit it out then.” Simon sighed placing the folder of forms he was going to look at when you walked into his office.

You remembered how he was right then. Just like he was right now. You hated the fact that he seemed to be right about you in particular. He could make a random guess and still somehow get it right.

“We need to talk, Simon.” You started, placing the file on his desk. “It’s about Captain Ivanova.”

“You want to talk. You don't need to do anything.” Simon reminded you again making you feel like a child being scolded for stealing cookies from the jar. “But since you’re here, what’s this about Captain Ivanova?”

Oksana 'The Wolf', 'The Ghost of Siberia', 'The White Devil' Ivanova.

Her reputation proceeded her. Long before you had her file in your hands, you knew the name. Studied it, both from a psychologist angle, the angle from a doctor’s perspective and that of a tactician. You used her as a report for your psychology major, then you studied her tactics, her methods of warfare for your military career and now you were sitting here, about to face her in person. You felt your heart race at the thought of it.

The whispers of her tactical prowess had made its way to even the most secluded corners of the military base. Her story was like a myth, a legend whispered in the barracks and the mess halls. The way she could navigate the harsh terrain of her homeland with the grace of a wolf and the precision of a ghost. The way she had escaped death more times than anyone cared to count. The way she had turned the tide of battles single-handedly. The way she had left a trail of dead in her wake that was so cold, they called her 'The White Devil'.

“Are you jealous, (Y/L/N)?” Simon teased with a smirk on his lips. If you weren’t slightly flustered before, you are now.

You fumbled with the forms you filled out, you didn’t know what to say, or squeak out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumbled hoping he wouldn’t dig further than he had already.

“Mhmmm. Right. Right.” Simon rolled his eyes at your attempt at sassing him. In your opinion, he was playing hard to get. Unfortunately for him you were hard to get rid of.

You leaned in a little further trying to get him to glance at your cleavage. Even a little bit. His gaze didn’t catch it, disappointing a little bit. Though you remember, he hadn’t had a serious date with someone that didn’t care that much about his height being six feet and four inches.

“You know you’d get more luck in the world of dating if you weren’t such a sour puss.” You remarked.

He cocked an eyebrow at what you said. “I’m only sour towards you. Which you earned with your ‘hard work’ and ‘dedication’ to your cause.” He felt so fucking validated in outing what you fucked up last week. “Go back to whatever that is you do here and let the bigger, taller guys handle to tougher shit.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to Simon, inching closer to him, as you traced your fingertips along the corners of his desk. “You know, you and I could go on a date if you want.”

“Aren’t you dating Soap?” Simon questioned as he rose from his chair to walk over to the filing cabinet.

“Semantics. Specifics and utterances of whatever.” You gestured like you knew what you wanted to say without saying much.

“I don’t think he’d agree with you on that one Pup.” Simon chided you. Tutting under his breath.

“I just wanted to give you helping hand you know.” You pouted, huffed and crossed your arms a little.

“Don’t get bratty with me.” Simon told you. “I don’t need help from someone who is willing to cheat on their boyfriend. No matter how much their boyfriend mightn’t care about it. I’m not the type to do that to someone.”

“Well maybe I’m trying to help you. Ever thought of that?” You snapped at him.

“Pup. Don’t make me discipline you.” Simon warned.

“What are you going to do? Spank me?” You taunted, inching closer to him.

“Don’t tempt me, pup.” Simon growled into your ear. Sending a shiver down your spine.

“You never called me pup before.” You couldn’t help but point out as you inch a little closer to him.

“I hooked up with the Russian woman I told you about last weekend. She’s the one who called me that first.” Simon taunted back at you. Hoping it would get you to back off.

Your face flushed a shade of pink as he sauntered back over to his desk. Picking up the phone to call Soap. “Soap, you better get your arse in here and get your girl. Before I pick her up and carry her to you.” He said into the phone in a kind of sing song voice that really hammered home that he still planned to get even with you somehow.

Soap rushed in, looking like he had just rolled out of bed, his shirt untucked and his pants half zipped. “What’s going on?” He asked, looking bewildered at the situation.

“Your girlfriend here just tried to ask me on a date.” Simon told him. Hoping to get them both to leave him alone. “I said you wouldn’t appreciate that, and I told her I’d carry her to you if she didn’t leave.”

Soap looked over at you, he knew what you were trying to do, he didn’t even have to get you to say it, either. Soap looked over to Simon again, who thought he would be able to get rid of two people with the same stone. As the saying went with birds. Simon, pleased with himself, Simon spraying down his desk with antiseptic cleaner that he bought for his desk. Specially made to clean and keep the wood varnish intact.

“What’s the deal, Simon?” Soap asked, glancing at you with a knowing smile. He knew you were up to something, he just didn’t know what it was yet.

“What? A man can’t clean his desk and appreciate it?” Simon had no idea what Soap was talking about this time. His focus on tidying the top of his desk so it looked like a lieutenant worked inside of it. “Johnny, in a place like the military, it’s a nice and lovely thing just to have some kind of normal. Even if it’s just a neat and tidy desk. I could be dead tomorrow. I don’t have time to get sentimental with people as much as objects. Oksana is just a friend Johnny. You don’t have to get jealous of her taking your weirdly shaped place in my heart, Johnny.”

The photo of Oksana and Simon inside of a bronze metal frame on his desk, the letter from Oksana still in the envelope despite the fact that it was opened by him several times. The same woman he spoke to, the same woman that felt more mythic legend than a real tangible person. It was a photo of the two them, Oksana stood to be two inches taller than Simon. The other photo on the wall above the pile of letters from her, the one of her in a Competitive Shooting Competition.

You didn’t think much of it at the time. As Simon was the one invited to watch her compete in it. Though the recorded message of her saying, “It was fun hanging out with you. Can’t wait to do it again sometime. Thank you for celebrating my 30th birthday with me too by the way. You didn’t have to. But it means a lot to me that you did. You’re worth more than gold and silver combined. Don’t let that soap boy tell you otherwise.”

Later that week after the day they hung out together. Simon had received a bouquet of red roses from her, along with a bottle of Marmont Siberian vodka, a large box of dark chocolates and a beige card within the flowers the red ink cursive handwriting. ‘For the friend I don’t deserve but glad to have. Thank you for being there for me.’

When Oksana Ivanova came around again, Soap was more than a little determined to get her to talk to him. He had seen the way she had looked at Simon, and it was clear that there was a history there that went beyond mere friendship. Soap knew that Simon wasn't one to be jealous, but he also knew that the man had a serious soft spot for the Russian captain.

The abandoned cat Oksana rescued on the way there, the way she cared for the small thing, even though it was nothing but a stray. “I have a habit of collecting strays I suppose.” she remarked talking about Simon and the cat. “Though I suppose that comes from being one myself.”

You knew exactly why she said that last part, unlike Soap, unlike Simon, you dug deep into her background, and you knew exactly why she called herself that. Oksana and her twin's parents might as well have thrown them to the wolves and left them to starve. During a medical examination, Oksana’s back scars were seen by Simon once, the deep scarring made by a whip. A whip that must have been used by her biological father or stepfather, either way it certainly left trauma she waded through inside of therapy.

Her twin sister, she didn’t take any of it because anything she ever did that was considered ‘wrong’ by either their biological or stepfather was covered up by Oksana. Taking the blame for it instead. ‘Through hell or high water, I will bleed before I let anyone touch either my twin or my younger brother. I’m the oldest, I’m the one who is supposed to protect them. It’s my job.’

Her younger brother, Sergei, had been the one to find Oksana that night, curled up and shivering in a snowbank, the whip marks stark against her bare skin. The memory of her pained whimpers and the fierce protectiveness in her eyes as she held onto her siblings. He didn’t have to go into grim, gross, graphic detail, though telling him to stop would be like telling a waterfall to stop falling.

Sergei said, “The flesh was too cold, she must've been out there for hours. Our stepfather came home drunker than usual that night, raving about how we were the curses that ruined his life. Oksana told us to stay in the basement until he passed out. She was always the brave one, the one who took the brunt of his rage so we wouldn’t have to. The sound of the whip that night, it was haunting. It was the worst one yet. Our stepfather got off on causing her as much pain as he could. I don’t know how she survived it. I suppose he had it coming when he slammed her into wall, whispering disgusting shit he wanted to do to her. She reacted in self-defence and well, the rest is history.”

“I see you have met my younger brother.” Oksana walked in with pizza in her hands, “I got pizza guys. I managed to pick it up on the way here.”

Sergei replied, “Yeah, we were just chatting about old times.” His tone was forced, trying to lighten the mood that had thickened like the smoke from a grenade.

“Have you told them about your art yet?” Oksana asked Sergei, she was proud of him.

Sergei looked up at Oksana, his expression a mix of surprise and embarrassment. “I don't know if they'd be interested in that, sis.”

“Nonsense.” Oksana said with a warm smile, setting the pizza down on the desk. “Your art is amazing. Simon, Johnny, you both should see it.”

Simon’s gaze shifted to the newcomer, a cocktail of anger and curiosity swirling in his eyes. “Art?” He questioned, his voice gruff.

“Yeah. I encouraged him to get into art when we were younger.” Oksana answered.

“Why’s that?” You asked, hoping to get Simon’s mind off of the anger he had directed towards you.

“It's one thing for me and Katya to be in military and come out of it fine-ish.” Oksana explained. “Sergei, he had a real chance to grow up normally.”

Simon’s expression softened a bit at the mention of Oksana’s sister. “How’s she doing?” He asked, trying to steer the conversation to safer waters.

“She's an intelligence officer for the FSB.” Oksana answered. “She got married last year. I got meet my niece too.”

Simon’s eyes lit up at the mention of a niece. “How old is she?” He asked, his mind momentarily distracted from the rage that had been brewing inside of him.

“She recently turned two.” Oksana answered showing a photo of her to him.

The little girl had her aunt’s piercing blue eyes and her mother’s dark hair. She was dressed in a pink tutu, looking absolutely adorable. Simon’s expression softened even more as he took the phone from her.

“She’s beautiful,” he murmured, genuine warmth in his voice. “I can’t wait to meet her one day.”

Sergei brought out his recent artwork, it was a picture of a farm in Siberia, where they had lived before their mother had passed away and their father had remarried. The way the sunset painted the sky was beautiful, it was almost as if you could feel the coldness of the Siberian air just by looking at it.

Sergei gave it to Simon as a gift, a thank you gift for looking out for his older sister Oksana. Simon looked at the picture for a long moment before setting it aside gently. “It’s beautiful, Sergei. You’re very talented.”

“Thank you for looking out for her.” Sergei told him verbally this time.

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teaxeee · 1 month

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akutasoda · 1 year

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hello and welcome!

names q (she/her) and this is just a thing i impulsively started one night so yeah. hope you enjoy!

matching with ren!!

-- ''The distant vistas are hazy... but must surely hold beauty.''

requests are closed!!!

-- "letters to the one i loved" : dan heng coming tomorrow!

side blog - @albedov

anons - 🧛 🦭 🌀 🌙 ⚜️ 🖤 🐓 🧸 💋 🧁 🐊 🫛🍵 🍩🐈 🦢🌊 🧅

affilations - @stellaronhvnters

↬about me(carrd) + moots

↬rules ノ prompt list

↬masterlist - taglist ノ event masterlist

credits -- dividers - @cafekitsune -- pinned post banner - @lviathan_v on x

#✩↪「q rambles」#↳masterlists ↴#⇢＊akutasoda's events ＊

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orangeytree · 4 months

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About Me 🎧

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Name/nickname: J

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 19

Hobbies/interests: law of assumption, spirituality, Buddhism, fitness, veganism, outdoors and meditation

How I discovered the law: About 4 years ago I stumbled across subliminals on YouTube and eventually came upon the law of assumption. Only in this last year have I truly taken on the teachings of Neville Goddard.

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

#law of assumption #void state #loa #manifest #manifesting #neville goddard #spirituality #edward art

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actiniumwrites · 1 year

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬, 𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬✩

𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒎'𝒔 2.5𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 !!

status: closed! ✩ event masterlist

note: thank you so much for 2.5k followers! i am very grateful for the love and support you guys have shown for my writing this past year, it means so so much to me. so thanks to everyone who’s new and those who have stuck around. i can’t wait to see how this blog continues to grow <3

interested in participating in the event? more details are below the cut!

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 ✩

for this event, i will be celebrating by writing pieces based on different au’s! we all love the canonverse for genshin, but it’s nice to see our favorite characters in different universes. so, by combining the meanings of crystals as prompts + different au’s, i’ll be writing short stories based on your submissions! note that for some of the crystals i used the opposite meaning so there would be angst and fluff prompts available!

𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑬 ✩

send an ask (can be on anon!) with your selected character + au + crystal(s)

you can send choose up to 3 crystals, but only one au and only one character!

i will only be writing for the same character/au up to two or three times, so everything will be on a first come, first serve basis. if you’re unsure about your character or au being available, you can include a backup in your ask.

please be sure to check the rules before sending an ask! any asks sent pertaining to the event that do not follow the rules will not be written. i also have the right to refuse any request. if i get a lot of requests for this event, it’s likely i won’t be able to write all of them, but i’ll try to get through as many as i can.

sample ask: “hi, act! for your event, can i request wriothesley + actor au + selenite, garnet, and angelite?”

𝑨𝑼'𝑺: choose one!

note: once an au is crossed out, it cannot be selected again. i will allow up to two or three uses of the same au before it cannot be picked again.

artist

actor

bookstore

coffee shop

college

florist

detectives

photographers

royalty

soulmate

time travel

tattoo artist

𝑪𝑹𝒀𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑺 : choose up to three!

amber - sickness

amethyst - betrayal

angelite - confessions

black diamond - mistrust

citrine - warmth and comfort

clear quartz - healing from hurt

emerald - loneliness

fluorite - clarity

garnet - self consciousness

hematite - protection

howlite - surrender

jade - gentleness

lapis lazuli - nobility

lepidolite - stress

moonstone - new beginnings

peridot - compassion

rose quartz - pure love

ruby - weakness

sapphire - clouded vision

selenite - hope

serpentine - mystery

sodalite - miscommunication

topaz - forgiveness

tourmaline - sadness

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺: choose one!

note: characters will be crossed off after being taken. the same character can only be written twice :)

men: albedo, diluc, kaeya, venti, xiao, zhongli, baizhu, scaramouche, ayato, heizou, kazuha, itto, thoma, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, kaveh, dottore, neuvillette, lyney, wriothesley, childe, and dainsleif

women: mona, beidou, yelan, ningguang, hu tao, ayaka, kujou sara, kokomi, nilou, dehya, clorinde, and arlecchino

credits: genshin character art is all official art and belongs to hoyoverse (but i altered the coloring over them!). the moon/stars dividers and animated orange dividers are from @/cafekitsune !

#—actinium’s events!#—event: 2.5k followers!

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