My name is Bella, or C, this blog is purely self indulgent but requests are welcome! I will write mostly anything, although please be sure to read my rules before submitting a request. The fandoms I write for do change quite frequently so fair warning that your request may not be fulfilled if the fandom is taken out of the FIWF list before I get around to it. This blog is a continuation of my last one (@bxlladxnnabxtch). I lost access earlier this year when my hard drive blew a gasket. So if you think you read some of my works before, you probably have. Many more works and fun time for the whores are on the way. Other than that, Have fun!
Y'ALL LET ME COOK PLEASE IM GONNA FEED YOU I PROMISE. I FEEL LIKE A MOTHER BIRD LOOKING AT ALL YALLS GAPING GULLETS. ITS GONNA TAKE ME A MINUTE I PROMISE IM IN THE KITCHEN.
Toph you aren't ready for the raunchy, downright debauched stuff I'm gonna write about you. Y'all are gonna feel fucking scandalized. I'm going to leave my reader base clutching their pearls and girding their loins. Y'all are gonna need new panties. I could go on but I'm going to save that energy for the deplorable shit I'm about to put into writing.
The Epstein jokes are just my kind of humor, it's dark humour. If you don't like it you need not interact
If you've ever thought stuff along those lines, please read this post as this is an attempt to educate you.
The horrors that occured in Epstein are unimaginable and grotesque. The people involved in it are all majorly the ones at high positios or in possession of immense wealth and power. This includes political leaders as well.
The government is slow dripping us the information bit by bit just to see how much we can take, and we are taking all of it just the way they want us to.
When you joke about Epstein, you make small of all the atrocities committed there, the more someone is exposed to something the more adapted and desensitised they become to it.
Hence, if the average user comes across enough posts making jokes on the Epstein situation, they too will eventually start thinking"Meh it's just meme material".
When people start thinking like that, they will stop taking it seriously and when that happens? A voice in the sea of protestors goes out. Keep repeating that, and one day, we'll be left with a pathetic stream of protestors.
This tactic has a name too, it's called Mematic Warfare. (Linked)
Thus, if you joke, you are doing exactly what they want. Please, step out of your hive mindset and try to educate more people on it.
p.s. The government is pulling some wild shit right now, like the AI generated video of various politicians released on trumps page...by trump.
All this is likely an attempt at diverting our attention from the main issue. Do raise your voices and discuss about this, but please don't let these small happenings overshadow the main focus.
Summary: Green wasn't your colour, but Jason drove a hard bargain. Who are you to deny him?
Warnings: blood, violence, does it count as gore if you're an android?
BOOF!
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Green didnโt look good on you, and despite Jason's insistence, he wasnโt able to convince you otherwise. The dress was a size too small, and despite the fact that you were an android and could learn different techniques and adapt fighting styles on a whim, you certainly could not adapt yourself into a fucking dress. You pulled at the seams, nimble fingers tugging at loose threads as if you could convince the fabric to let go another inch. You had the stance of a petulant child, your shoulders slightly slumped as you turned on the pedestal, hands held out to the side of you like you could give yourself some extra breathing room if you pulled your shoulder blades back a little more. You shifted, your form leaning to the side slightly as you attempted to get that- whatever the fuck it was- to stop poking into your side-
โYou look beautiful.โย
Your shoulders slumped more.
โI look like a troll.โ Your voice came out slightly breathy and entirely unenthused. It made Jason shift in his seat, sitting up the slightest bit as bewilderment blanketed his expression. He tilted his head, giving you a once over as he pursed his lips. You let out a sigh, well, as much as you could with the bodice making a stress ball out of your organs. โIt brings out your eyes.โ He reassured, his tone encouraging as he waited with bated breath, looking up at you from his place on the dressing room chair. You gave a snort, your feet slowly shifting so that you could turn towards him without falling off the pedestal and flat on your ass. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, and all but cringed as you saw the way the dress wrapped around your middle. โYeah, and the ten pounds I could stand to lose.โย
Jason rolled his eyes at your attempt at a joke, finally rising from his place on the chair and walking across the plush carpet until he was in front of you. He took your hands in his, bringing them out to your sides as his eyes gave you an exaggerated sweep. Truly, you shouldโve just told him it was too tight, but the way he was looking at you made you hesitate. โOoh la la!โ He practically yelled, his voice jumping up an octave as your brows shot up at his outburst. A few people cast glances your way through the entryway to the dressing rooms, and your cheeks heated at the newfound attention.
โJason!โ You scolded, taking your hands from his to cover his mouth, your jaw going slack as you sent him a glare. โYouโre- agh!โ Your hands were forced to fly to his shoulders as he hoisted you off the pedestal, a choked shriek coming from you that most definitely attracted even more attention. โHoly shit-!โ You exclaimed, your hands struggling to keep purchase as he spun you around. A full belly laugh was forced out of you at the momentum and the shock of it all, the man not showing any signs of stopping as he gave a slight bounce. โYouโre being stupid!โ He shouted, and a small part of you was scared you were about to be kicked out of the store from all the ruckus he was making.ย
Though when he finally set you back down on the pedestal, a lingering fit of giggles still plaguing you, you stumbled the slightest bit, head spinning. He caught you easily, two hands sitting rock still on your waist to keep you from falling. You attempted to send yourself a glance in the mirror, though your vision was spinning so much you couldnโt get a proper grasp on what you looked like, the adrenaline and endorphins making your head slightly fuzzy. You had a lingering suspicion that your swimming vision was his goal from the beginning.ย โOkay!โ You finally said, the word breathless and excited as you set your hands over his, willing yourself to stop rocking in your heels. โIโll get the damn dress!โ
You got the dress.
Which wouldโve been fine. Jason has a plethora of less than legally obtained funds, and of course vigilante work pays for the people that matter. But if money was the problem, you wouldnโt be standing in your shared bedroom frowning at yourself in the mirror clad in a five figure dress. You inhaled sharply and- ow, bad idea. A frustrated grumble left you and finally you decided fuck it, you could remove your front plate for one night.ย
You hastily unzipped the dress, the zipper gliding against the emerald fabric with little to no resistance as you made quick work of removing your front panel. You pried it off gently, let the synthetic skin sit in your palm as you set it gently on your dresser. You didnโt need to break one of your parts. Being constructed in a government funded experimental program left you with relatively no backup plan should your tech decide to blow a gasket. Your craftsmanship wasnโt exactly something you found at a computer shop. A thin, transparent membrane sat between your outer layer and your organs, giving you a full few of the working body parts and scattered robotic tech. It was thick enough to protect you if you took a tumble, and frankly it didnโt matter if you left your plate off for one night, it wasnโt the end of the world. You zipped up the dress quickly, and- oh- you could breathe.
That felt like heaven.
Suddenly the dress didnโt look as if it was wearing you, and you couldnโt help the smile that bloomed on your face as you turned to the side and no longer saw the pudge you were previously sporting. The beading glittered in the dim light of your bedroom, and the lingering gold accents on the fabric made it look as if you had climbed off the cover of Vogue. You let out a quiet hum to yourself, suddenly feeling on fire, like you could knock down walls. Green still definitely wasnโt your colour, but the image of Jasonโs face when he saw you in it was enough for you to let it go.ย
And let it go you wouldโve, if the dress wasnโt bunching up around your waist and making you look like it was your first time walking in heels.ย
You played it off well enough, but god dammit you werenโt going to touch that boutique with a ten foot fucking pole ever again. Despite the way you had to use the bar to hoist yourself up onto the stool, you were hell bent on enjoying this night, the one night you had off for the first time in three months. And if your mind was running away from you to think about what kind of organized crime rings you could be dismantling from the inside out? Jason was none the wiser. Not with the way he was eyeing you up the entire night.ย
Though despite his wandering eyes, you really just couldnโt stop thinking about how last night's mission felt a little too fishy. Like something was off, as if for once in a blue moon, you were missing somethi- nope. No, we are not thinking about work right now.
You nursed your glass of wine, swirling the rich liquid as it lipped at the sides, caressing the bowl much like you wanted to caress Ja- my god, get it together.
You shook your head gently, suddenly thinking how your second makeup touch up of the night was long overdue. Your diamond earrings glinted in the light as you turned your head, flashing Jason a soft smile from your place beside him. You touched his shoulder to grab his attention from the undoubtedly riveting conversation he was currently versed in, leaning in until your lips brushed against his ear. โIโll be right back.โ You whispered, pulling back to take one last swig of your wine before you set it down beside him, tapping the bar once to signal for him to watch your drink.
He flashed you a playful wink, his hand brushing your waist as you shimmied off your stool, which you quickly swatted at with a bashful smirk. Your heels clacked against the boatโs hardwood as you made your way up to the bow. The lights embedded along the flooring made it easy for you to navigate amongst the darkness of the night on the water. You easily slipped into the bathroom, the room more cramped than you wouldโve liked, but you couldnโt really ask for the sun and the moon on a yacht. You swayed slightly as the waves rocked the ship, quickly fishing out your lipstick from your clutch, dragging the creamy formula across your bottom lip before smacking your lips together and giving a pout for good measure. The deep red complimented the dress greatly, and you couldnโt help but smile to yourself as you thought of Jason's reaction when he first saw you put it on.
You swiped along your under eye, clearing away the loose mascara before giving yourself another once over. You double checked your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear before you turned towards the door, pulling it open and stepping out. When you felt the summer night air hit you, a content sigh left your lips at the slight breeze that tickled your skin. You took a few steps closer to the handrail, dragging your eyes along the coastline, lit up in glittering tiny dots across the shore. The view was beautiful, and you couldnโt help fishing a cigarette from your clutch as you looked out on the water. The flame of your lighter lit up your face in a warm glow as you lit it, the cherry burning bright in the darkness as you took a drag. You cradled it between your nimble fingers, the smoke billowing from your lungs as you exhaled, and your shoulders lost some of their tension at the familiar burn in the back of your throat.ย
You flinched as a server bumped into you, and you muttered a quick apology as you turned to face them-
Shrrk
The cigarette tumbled from your hand, dropping onto the flooring as sparks cascaded across the ground from its landing. โAh-โ You gasped, the intake of air causing you to sputter, a gurgling sounding from the back of your throat. Your head was slightly jerky as you looked down, eyes blown wide in shock as they took in the sight of a makeshift blade sunk to the hilt in your abdomen. You could just faintly register the feeling of your blood soaking into the front of your dress through the pain that rockets your nervous system.ย
Normally, you wouldโve been fine.
Normally, you wouldโve been wearing your front plate.
And normally you wouldnโt have ignored the nagging thoughts that echoed in your head. The pit slowly forming in the low of your stomach when something told you that last night's mission was off.
You shouldโve told Jason- you shouldโve sprung it on him the moment you thought the mission was too easy. You hadnโt wanted to ruin the night- the one night you had off in months.ย
You were foolish.
No one gets a night off in your line of work.
A strangled cry left you when you felt the blade shift, the metal twisting and ripping open your organs, slicing through your state of the art tech. Your knees buckled as you felt something in your brain give, a low buzzing starting in the base of your neck.ย
Error.
Error.
Error.
Fuck.
You heard the drip of your blood, the sickening splashing sound as it splattered onto the yachts flooring. The low thrum of conversation filtered from the stern, laughs ringing out like a mockery of the predicament you were in. Your hands scrambled, your vigilante instincts kicking in as your arm kicked back to throw a punch.ย
But they were faster.
Your systems were lagging behind, the damage to your tech making your head fuzzy and your reaction time slow. You barely had enough coherency left to register the way a hand wrapped around your throat, forcing your back to bend over the guardrail as the blade was ripped out and shoved back in. Your hands flew to grip at the woman's hand around your throat, manicured nails digging into the skin as you tried desperately to rip it off.
โFor my brother.โ The words were spat out, venom lacing their tone as the metal twisted once more.ย
You couldnโt scream out, barely had enough energy to gasp as you felt the world tip off its axis. Your vision went fuzzy as you fell back off the railing, the clunk of your heel hitting the deck the only sound before you went overboard.
BOOF!ย
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Your body jerked as you hit the water, bubbles kicking up around you as you splashed down into the deep. You felt the water rush into your chest cavity, soaking and ruining any tech left untouched by the blade that had scrambled your insides. The pressure was foreign, pressing up against your lungs and forcing the remaining breath out of you as you felt nausea overtake what was left of your conscience.ย
Your body went lax, and you knew that even if you tried to swim the effort would be fruitless. Your dress was tangled up in your legs and you were sinking too fast to make it to the surface before you passed out.
Green didnโt look good on you, and despite Jason's insistence, it never would again.
โi wouldnโt do thatโ โi wouldnโt say thatโ โi wouldnโt wear thatโ โi wouldnโt kiss themโ too bad you pedantic dorks, youโre not the one in control here.
i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
Y'all will think I'm a devious dog for this but yes I am absolutely writing a cecil x obnoxious reader. Thought of this dynamic while watching the show and couldn't get it out of my head. I love the idea of cecil & reader with a criminally large age gap and the reader just keeps making flirty advances every time he tries to fill her in on a mission. This old geezer is SO over this girl.. or maybe that's just what he tells himself?
is it just me or do I feel like some x readers are falling flat on the plot aspect? Like smut is good and all until it takes up 90% of the story and the MC is watered down to this person that only lives for their partner. Where is the conflict? The war? Someone almost dying? Why isn't there an intergalactic alien race threatening to pull us apart and one of us has to push the other away in order to keep them safe? I need more character development and world building, I need to be INVESTED in order to goon ethically.
Summary: A recent leave of absence has brought on a peculiar malfunction in your abilities. How long is it until that absence consumes you?
Warnings: arguing, mentions of not eating.
โCipher.โ
That one, booming word and a hand on your shoulder had your brain turning to static and your consciousness being ripped out of the sprawling lines of code youโd just inhabited. You jumped in your seat, your heart leaping into your throat as you spun around in your chair to find the culprit. You heaved a sigh when your eyes settled onto your husband, the fear that had struck your heart disappearing with the familiar image.
โYou scared the shit out of me.โ You said, your heart still restlessly thumping against your ribcage. โI always do.โ Nolan said, a slight furrow in his brow as he heard the raging thrum of your heartbeat. โNever this much though.โ He added, a slight downturn to his lips as he regarded you. You waved him off, a hand coming to pinch the bridge of your nose as you groaned. โSorry.โ You offered, your back caving from the perfect posture you were so used to executing at work. You sunk back into the couch, your body silently thanking you for the much needed reprieve. โI guess Iโm just extra jumpy.โ
โItโs unlike you to work on your days off.โ He said, rounding the couch and sinking down into the plush cushions beside you. โIt doesnโt help that you used my hero name.โ You joked, a light smile gracing your features, though when your eyes caught his you realized he didnโt share in your amusement. Your smile faltered, and you huffed softly. โI wasnโt working.โ You conceded, biting your inner cheek to retain some form of comfort in the way your brain had been jerking you around lately. โI was thinking.โ You lied, the phrase smooth and easy as it rolled off your tongue. His expression only hardened. He didnโt believe you. At all.ย
โWell if you keep thinking like that youโll fry your drive and be sleeping for the next week.โ He said, the phrase both a reprimand and an invitation. โI know my limits Nolan.โ You shot back, a roil of anger boiling to life in your chest. He cocked a brow, his lips pursing as he registered your change in demeanor. โThen Iโd like to know the reason as to why youโve been testing them lately.โย
It was true. The deep circles under your eyes proved it. You couldnโt sleep, barely ate. Just endlessly wrapped up in lines of code, a myriad of tabs open in your head you had no way of closing. It was like a black hole, sucking you in deeper each night with every attempt to close your eyes. โI canโt stop it.โ You admitted, hands coming to drag down your face, the feeling of your own skin feeling foreign to you. Fuzzy, like your brain couldnโt process being grounded in reality.ย
โYou canโt stop it?โ He echoed, watching as your brain worked overtime to register the situation. You never acted this slow, this.. out of it. โItโs like my brain is running away from me- I mean Iโve always had a grip on the controller but itโs like Iโve looked down and all the buttons disappeared. I donโt know which is which and I just always end up back in my head. I canโt shut it off- Iโm a human fucking computer and I canโt even work my own system.โ You ranted, that familiar fuzziness creeping back into your vision. You shook your head, willing yourself to stay in the present. A hand met your back, and you melted into the touch, your body sagging in relief as the extra strain of keeping yourself grounded seemed to dissipate. โWe can get you help.โ He said the words casually, as if the solution were the simplest thing in the world. โWe can talk to Cecil.โย
The sentence had you lurching away from his hand, your face contorting as if heโd just slapped you. โAbsolutely not.โ You said, a low ringing taking up residence in your head as your brain picked up the extra effort of keeping yourself grounded. โIโm not letting that maniac poke around in my head. I may work for him but Iโd never let him touch me! Have you seen what heโs done to Immortal- to Donald? That man may protect the public, but god does he torture the living.โ
Nolan flinched as you jumped away from him, his hand almost chasing your presence. Your eyes flashed with those familiar green ciphers as you were sucked back into your head momentarily, your hand flying to grip the edge of the couch, clawing at your conscience, begging to stay coherent. โHe can help you, he has the tech-โ
โNo!โ You repeated, the incessant ringing growing louder, filling your head with static and making your body flinch with the intensity. You stood up, praying the action would help settle the void in your head, pleading the ringing would fill the absence your autonomy left when it was pried from your grip. โIโm not some lab rat. My ability isnโt an opportunity- Iโm not a weapon.โ You doubled down, your heart clenching at the thought that Nolan would even consider the possibility.ย
โI understand that.โ He said, rising from his place on the couch as well. โBut if something is wrong we need to fix it. You canโt run yourself into a wall and then expect everything to be in tip top shape. And you certainly canโt go back to work like this, youโre not sleeping.โ He said, his voice raising slightly. The ringing had completely overtaken your hearing by the time heโd stopped talking, the volume beginning to consume you. A stabbing pain split through your head, and you doubled over at the feeling. Nolan flinched as the ringing began emitting from inside your head, the sound a near death tone as you let out a panicked gasp.
It reached a peak, your eyes shifting back into that green code as the TV playing idly in the background flicked to static. All at once the ringing went silent, your eyes dimming into black voids, much like the place you were sucked into as your body went limp and crashed to the floor. No lines of code, no tabs. You got your wish, no longer plagued by the endless ciphers keeping you captive. Just endless absence. Cultivated nothingness.
