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[sheepish-uwu]

Last line meme !!

i was tagged by @r6shippingdelivery o: thank you, these are always quite fun! ^^ 💞

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“No, wait, I got what you meant. Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to see if you’d actually you know, say it.”

Maxim’s breath hitched in his throat, the resurfacing prey-like feeling etching its way back into the primitive corners of Maxim’s mind. The rough hand keeping him firmly locked in place in the dingy, dusty, desolate, dangerous bathroom certainly didn’t alleviate the trapping feeling constricting his chest, and it made want Maxim want to lash out and bare teeth because how dare he?

“What are you trying to imply by ‘it’?” Maxim hissed out, a challenge arising in his raised voice, daring this insolent child in front of him to insult him and everything he’s ever stood for.

But Glazkov remained silent and terse, unafflicted by Maxim’s anger. Instead of the desired anger he wanted to arise from Glazkov, the man just stared forlornly, his stony expression softening as a frown contorted the once neutral expression on his face.

“Oh, come on, are you sure you want me to say it? It seems as though you can barely accept it yourself.”

Maxim flinched. Swallowing down a brewing thickness forming in his throat, he responds in a timid whisper:

“Am I supposed to?”

Glazkov doesn’t reply. He doesn’t need to. The words that appear to be caught in his tongue appear plain as day on his pale face; furrowed brows and thin lips downcasted in a frown, his glossy eyes losing their previous mirth. The mood around them, once thinly veiled in an impersonal atmosphere that was painstakingly neutral, is somber, the airy emotion drifting in the dimly lit bathroom unprecedented.

Like two injured rabbits caught in the same gruesome trap, they look at each other in mutual understanding - a hopelessness prevalent in both of their expressions and it’s not until this moment that Maxim begins to realize how ultimately screwed they are to suffer in the silence of their impossible-to-act desires.

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a sneakpeak into a long kapglaz story ive been planning for a while, but will probably take me eons to finish! : - D

I tag anyone who wants to do this ❤️❤️ :)

[sheepish-uwu]

last line meme

where i was tagged by no one but reaaally wanted to do it anyways :D. i have like 4 drafts but this is from my doc/lion chapter 2 wip :). even decided to draw a stressed out doc who honestly just needs a nap right about now.

“He avoids everyone.” Gustave dismissed Gilles’ concerns, getting increasingly flustered at the repetitive topic of Olivier that only enflamed when reproached with annoyance from Gilles.

”No, he doesn’t. Maybe to you. You never gave him a chance,” The words were thick, spoken sharply and drawled out as if Gustave’s dismissal left a harsh taste on his tongue. Gilles’ eyes narrowed, throwing Gustave an almost accusatory look but didn’t expound on it. “He’s usually so open to me. There’s something wrong I just know it, but nobody else seems to think the same way I suppose.” Gustave blinked dumbfoundedly at the other man, rubbing his temples impulsively to ease the tension in his head, uncertainty rushing through him. They usually sought each other out when the stress of work and personal life got too much, so this shouldn’t have been as unexpected as it was yet still left Gustave baffled nonetheless. A little annoyed, too. Gustave glanced at the piling paperwork that lay invitingly on his desk. There were better ways to spend his time than dwelling on the oddities of a lion.

”I don’t understand. What is it that you want me to say, Gilles? I don’t know Flament like you do.”

[sheepish-uwu]

Writer Interview Tag

tagged by @r6shippingdelivery, thank you so much! o:

Name: SinfulSheep on a03 :)

Fandoms: R6S is the only one i write for currently, though i have a boatload of tf2, warrior cats, borderlands, and hetalia fanfiction hidden in the depths of my docs where they will remain forever dead and buried xD. I have a keen interest on overwatch, league of legends, and the witcher but i dont make any content for them nor really indulge myself on its fancontent as much as i’d like - though if anyones talks to me about any of them you’ll have to pay me to shut up. 

Where You Post: A03 & Tumblr

Most Popular One-Shot: my NSFW kap/glaz fic i have on a03 which you can get to here

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: my still in progress doclion fanfiction which you can also get to here.

Favourite Story You Wrote: I dont know, i like everything i write for the most part though i like them all for different reasons - even if i dont find them personally very good. 

Story You Were Nervous To Post: Sun Models not going to lie and it still kind of makes me anxious to look at it on my a03 for admittedly very superficial reasons - the kudos and hit count aren't on par with my other writings i’ve done, which tbh is to be expected when writing about rare pairs in an already obscure fandom ( which was another reason i was nervous to post it) - and also it was completely self-indulgent. I like the first chapter i did, and i have fun writing both gridlock and mira, but posting a f/f story in a predominantly m/m favored fandom is a bit daunting and in addition some of the most favored f/f stories are very raunchy, making me believe spending hours on what i’ve planned for sun models isnt worth it. Regardless, I still have things planned for the pairing, and by god i will row this boat myself. 

How You Choose Your Titles: through hours of pain staring at the draft thinking. Usually it’s either a pun i think of, a quote from the story itself, analogies, or song titles/lyrics.

Complete: 5 excluding the many works from my previous years haunting me in both my docs and the occasional wattpad notification in my email.

Incomplete: i have 5: a jackal/thermite fic i hope to pump out on valentines day ( fingers crossed), a mute/maverick fic, gridlock/mira (one being the second chapter to sun models, the other being a one-shot i can get out hopefully soon), and the more rigorous/ambitious one is a kapglaz fic that’ll probably take me many months to complete :’ )

Do You Outline: Yes… Kind of… Big projects i outline extremely heavily, add notes throughout major plot points for revision and use color coding for future reference to establish desired themes or pinpoint crucial character/relationship building. for oneshots i don't really outline, if anything i have a plot idea and a few key moments/interactions i fancy and try to mesh everything together like a weird puzzle and hope everything goes well xD.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: for “coming soon” just look at “incomplete” / / / but i have a few things I want to do that i haven't started yet, which is a very angsty au with jager/bandit - but it’s very ambitious in both the probable word count and its plot delicacy.  I also want to do caveria/twitch at some point and maybe a finka/(female) recruit ; - ) other than that, who knows what my mind has else to offer?

Do You Accept Prompts: yes, i do! I love fulfilling prompts because i know how happy it makes people to see their pairing/idea completed, though unfortunately my time is very limited between juggling life and personal hobbies D:

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited About: the Jackal/Thermite oneshot hands down, though (hopefully) finishing up my lion/doc fic is a close second : )

Tagging : @yonaih @burned-to-the-void & anyone else who wants to do it :0!

[sheepish-uwu]

last line meme #2

doing this again bc i got tagged by two lovely people this time woot! thank you @r6shippingdelivery and @simonxriley ! 💚 💚 💚  you two are vv precious tysm 🧡:)  i  tag anyone else who wants to do this, as i am anxious at tagging anyone else ahhhah !!

“  In a twist, he hadn’t had any despairing power to begin with. It had been a substitute in his mind to fill in the insecure void, the freight train of realization hitting him full force when it was too late; his mistakes unchangeable and consequences dire. The impact of his decisions sizzling into him when confronted with his girlfriend’s tearful gaze and cries, the evidence carefully placed in a plastic bag highlighting every risqué teen’s worst nightmare staring him right in the eyes. The fickle Schadenfreude he‘d experience in situations like these evaporated, turning on him and opening his eyes to his self-absorbed idiocracy so fast it nearly gave him whiplash, the impact of the sudden emotional despair discombobulating him. He'd strangled himself then, a torn man drowning without the solace of having the support of his family - of his girlfriend, a woman he'd selfishly taken from without ever giving - and now it was her turn. He couldn't breathe. The chains he so adamantly tried to escape from dragged him down into an abyss, limiting his breathing until all he could do was let out sharp exhales and broken sobs on the rough pavement, grasping the ground and wheezing. He was a bumbling raccoon with nowhere left to go, too busy scouring the trash to realize his world was falling apart and the trash was just a temporary gratification to distract him from the crumbling reality of his life. Nobody wanted to help him anymore, the hand that fed him everything he’d ever needed had been torn off and disfigured into a pile of bloodied slush. Not his parents, not his sister, not his 'friends', nobody. Another broken spoiled teen. Another statistic; he wouldn't last on these dirtied streets and would inevitably die young on the streetcorners choking on his froth and vomit or, if he was lucky, die with a sliver of respect in a crossfire. The army was a Garden of Eden for unwanted desperate souls like him. “