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[momosbrainrots]

Hihi how's everyone doing?? Missed you 😭💖 hope you're taking care and staying safe this summer bc damn it is hot

Rewatching arcane. Missed this app, you'll see new content soon, I hope. Hope the fandom is still alive omg. (An apology for anyone who is waiting a request! Will work on them these weeks!)

[momosbrainrots]

Friday sounds like a good day to post some angst hehe

[momosbrainrots]

You're back! Yippee!

Its Skeleton Anon though I don't know if that is remembered anymore but that's okay!

Missed your posts and you! Take care of yourself! (Food, hydration, etc)!

Have a good day/night!

YES, Im planning to start updating more post next week!!! HIHI of course I remember you skeleton anon 💖🥺!!! Thank you so much! You too sweetheart<33 hope you are taking good care too^^

[paramoregf]

whatever i literally dont care 😎 <- cares so much that it feels like my organs are tearing themselves apart in my chest

[theicarusstar]

i hate how modern culture has kind of…pushed its narrative on fanfic. like, authors aren’t writing fic to be a product. they’re not writing it to please the public or make a profit off of it. they’re writing it for themselves and because they enjoy making people happy and sharing their stories with others. they’re not obligated to listen to any sort of suggestion/criticism/complaint/etc. because their fic isn’t a product. it’s not something you can rate. give kudos and leave a comment if you like it. scroll if you don’t.

[elldritch-horror]

Spicy-brained friends, I would like to propose an update to the very useful ‘if you hate everyone, eat, if everyone hates you, sleep, and if you hate yourself, shower’ mantra to live by

Have you suddenly become a petty, hateful little gremlin who thinks people should face the firing squad for (checks notes) leaving teabags on the counter, breathing loudly, or daring to exist in the same space as you? Perhaps mundane and reasonable requests like ‘hey, we agreed to hang out now, let’s hang out’ make you want to scream and move to a yurt in the woods.

You. Are. Overstimulated.

People talk a lot about being overstimulated, and the physical/mental effects of it. What I haven’t seen is people talking about what it does emotionally, and it took me an embarassingly long time to link up those nitpicky, resentful emotions with the state of overstimulation/meltdown/shutdown.

These feelings do not mean that you’re a bad person! They probably aren’t how you actually feel about the people around you. They probably do mean that your nervous system is at its absolute limit and any request/demand/stimulus is Too Much and taking you into fight or flight territory.

Go lie down in a dark room for an hour, or find somewhere safe and familiar to stim for a bit. If it’s happening a lot, schedule yourself regular low-stimulation shutdown time

Signed: someone who moved in with their nearest and dearest only to have a massive crisis of faith about Suddenly Hating All of Them. I don’t hate them, it’s just overstimulating living with people. If I can spare anyone else a similar 9 months of suspecting that they may actually be a bit of a shit person, then this post is worth it!

[lo-andbehold]

I’m so emotional about dinosaur stuffed animals,,, there are these creatures, extinct long before any of us were alive, but we found their bones and their eggs and their footprints. And we made drawings and models of what they could’ve looked like. And we made them into stuffed animals so we could hold them. We made them soft so we could love them. I’m sobbing

[feluka]

cat laziness is so contagious. you'll see your cat flopped on its back in your bed a completely comfy cozy baby and you'll be like. you're right. you make a compelling argument.

[mojojorp]

First Time

Summary: For the first time you showed your face in front of the team and the first time they ever heard your voice.

Timeline after being betray by Graves and Shepherd

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[valiants]

Smoke break

[whore-era]

under the weather

ellie williams x fem!reader

fluff

summary: in which ellie takes care of her sick girlfriend.

a/n: my first ellie fic! let me know how u guys like it, reblogs and comments r much much appreciated!

word count: 1,475

“babe! open up!”

“i’m coming, i’m coming,” you muttered, tightening the blanket wrapped around you.

opening the front door, a gust of crisp, frigid wind blew in your face inducing a full-body shiver. stepping inside the foyer of your house, ellie gave you a confused look as she leaned down to greet you with a kiss on your forehead. 

“why’re you still in your pjs? we start patrol in 45 minutes,” she asked. about to answer her question, you let out a deafening sneeze. 

“i know, babe. i’m sorry- i- i woke up late this morning and, you know, i’m still trying to wake up a little bit but i’m feeling a bit-,” you pause to sneeze, “-a bit groggy.”

you use your long sleeve shirt to wipe your nose, and as disgusting as that was, you couldn’t be bothered to care. your head was pounding, your throat was sore, and your nose was all red and runny. it was obvious you’ve seen better days. 

“just give me 10 m-minutes, els. i’ll be dressed for patrol,” you murmured, attempting to reassure ellie with a weak smile. 

you should’ve known she was smarter than that. she took one look at you—still in your pajamas with messy hair and a blanket cocooning your frame—and determined that you wouldn’t be going anywhere; knowing that if you were to step out of the warmth of your home into the freezing, jackson winter, you’d probably pass out. 

“oh, no. you will not be getting dressed, little lady, let alone going to patrol,” she raised a brow at you, and her cold hands made their way to cup your cheeks. the unexpected chill of her palms on your face evoked a wince from you. 

“fuck, baby, you’re burning up,” she cooed at you, “you’re in no shape to be leaving this house today.” 

“then what are we gonna-,” sneeze, “-do?”, you look up at her with glossy eyes. her green orbs soften and she lets out an apprehensive sigh.

“well, i’m gonna go let jesse know that we won’t be going to patrol today,” your brows furrowed in confusion. did she say ‘we’? 

“what do you mean ‘we’?”, you asked, your voice coming out all congested and muffled. 

“uh, yeah. you think i’m gonna let my favorite girl stay here all alone?”, ellie narrowed her eyes, “especially while she’s sick?” 

“els, i can take care of myself just fine,“ you countered, “just have jesse or dina take my place instead. i don’t want you seeing me all ugly and germy and gross.”

she let out one of her award-winning laughs, “you’re still the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, even if you’re quote-unquote ‘germy and gross’,” “besides, it’d bug me all day knowing i left you alone while you weren’t feeling good.”

“but-“ you began, but before you had time to interject, your girlfriend interrupted you.

“no buts, you know damn well you would do the same for me, baby.” ellie walked over to you, taking your ice-cold hands into hers, squeezing them tenderly to warm them up. “let me take care of you.” 

of course, you couldn’t say no to her. the way she’s just so insistent on taking care of you, even when you’re all snotty-nosed and sneezy. it made your heart swell. 

“m’kay.” you gave in softly looking down at your feet, “i..i just feel bad, y’know? they need you out there.”

ellie’s finger lifted your chin up softly, your eyes meeting with her green ones. “i know, sweet girl. but right now, you need me in here.” she leans down and kisses you briefly on the lips, sending your heart in a frenzy, as all her kisses did.

“why don’t you go in your room and lay back down? yea, baby?” ellie instructed, “i’m gonna go real quick and tell jess the news. i’ll be back in a sec.” 

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you weren’t sure when you woke up from your short nap, but by the time you did, ellie still hadn’t been back yet. it worried you a bit, and if you weren’t feeling so feeble and faint, you’d definitely be searching for her right now. 

so, there you were, sprawled out on your bed, blankets tangled between your legs every which way. your eyes shut closed, but your body sank into the silence, soothing you.

you hear the front door open and then close. god, if i’m about to be robbed, then this will be their easiest heist yet. you had no energy to even call out who it was. 

“babe? y’awake?”, ellie greets with a knock on your bedroom door. 

“mmm.” you managed to groan in response, you pick your head up and squint your eyes open, seeing that your girlfriend has changed her clothes into something a bit more comfortable—a hoodie with sweats—and that she has a bag in her hand. 

“what’s that?” you question, using your elbows to prop yourself up in bed. ellie walks over to you, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. she opens the bag and inside is a thermos, various snacks, tea bags, medicine, and a DVD. 

“i just thought i’d pick up some things for you. i mean— we’re gonna be here all day. didn’t wanna be unprepared,” she scratched the back of her neck and smiled sheepishly. you wrapped your arms around her tightly, “thank you.” you whispered. 

her arms wrapped around your waist, one of her hands rubbing your back soothingly, “it’s nothing. anything for you, sweet girl.”

as you sat in bed, watching the DVD ellie picked up, ellie took care of everything. 

turns out, maria made a batch of chowder for you after hearing that you were feeling under the weather. she also threw in some tea bags to help soothe the sore throat. ellie made sure you were bundled up like a baby, and had no complaints tending to you or cleaning up after your messes. 

now your head laid on her lap, both of you intent on the movie playing in front of you. you turned your head, admiring the way ellie’s eyes were so focused and how perfectly her freckles sprinkled her face. she looked down at you, catching you red-handed.

“what?” she asked, shakiness in her voice.

“nothing.” you murmured, your eyes still studying her. 

“y’sure?”

“yea,” you smiled, “i just like looking at you.” 

hues of pink faded onto her cheekbones and across her speckled nose, “well— stop.” 

“why?” 

ellie let out a nervous laugh, which was new to you. “because you’re making me nervous.” 

you smiled and rolled your eyes, “fine, fine.” but now ellie couldn’t stop looking at your face. she intently studied every detail; the wisps of your eyelashes, the curves of your nose, the way the soft glow of the TV illuminated your face, the shape of your lips. it was like she was seeing you for the first time all over again. falling in love with you all over again. 

ellie didn't care if your hair was all over the place or if your nose was red from rubbing it all day. she didn't give a fuck if you were dressed down, or if you sounded 'weird'. even in your sickest state, she still thought you were the most gorgeous girl this universe had to offer.

she bent her head down, planting yet another warm kiss on your lips. 

“you’ve got to stop kissing me before you get sick, silly goose.” you contended, eliciting a laugh from her. 

“if i were to get sick for every time i kissed you, put me in the hospital,” ellie joked. you snorted and rolled your eyes, “ha ha, nice one.” 

you got up, and sat against the headboard of your bed next to her. “seriously though, els. thank you for doing all of this for me,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “no one’s really ever done this for me before.” you looked down at your hands, beginning to feel all shy in front of her now. it was a habit, avoiding eye contact with ellie everytime you were opening up to her. it made you feel vulnerable and anxious. 

“hey, look at me,” she lifts your chin up, your eyes meeting hers again, “what’d i tell you?” 

ellie’s eyes studied yours, “i’ll always take care of you. as long as you’re with me, i’ll be the one taking care of you.” no doubt was in her voice. 

“‘kay, sweet girl?”, she asked, and you nodded. ellie smiled at you and her lips pressed against your cheek. 

“i love you.” your heart warmed up and your stomach erupted with butterflies. it always took you by surprise how much of an effect ellie had on your body. 

“i love you, ellie.” 

she leaned in slowly, smiling briefly, before pressing her lips against yours. 

[damien2019]

No beefy masked man is safe from becoming a babygirl

[elsfairy]

Sevika when; You're sick.

• She isn't soft with anyone, but when it involves you she will be a nervous wreck trying to make sure you're safe and comfortable.

• Doesn't really understand or know why you keep a bunny teddy bear with you, but still makes sure you have it whenever you're starting to feel worse. Deep down, she understood somewhat that he kept you safe when she wasn't around.

• Will become angry if she cannot find said bunny for you.

• Sevika runs around like a headless chicken while you're resting so she can buy and make all your favourite snacks.

• Refuses to let you get out of bed. So instead, she brings all the food to you with whatever drink you prefer. Mostly water or whatever juice you guys have.

• Hates hugs but will give them to you if you want them. She would do anything for you. Especially when you're sick.

• Won't let you go outside though.

• Isn't the type to overly say i love you, but says it when you're half asleep or eating your food.

• Will make sure you have every blanket and pillow known to man kind. Just so you're warm.

• You know she loves you. Just by her small gestures and how panicky she gets trying to take care of you. You are her world, and she needed you to be safe and okay.

• Reminds you that you're beautiful and she's there for you.

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Just something I needed to get off my chest. Idk what to title this.

He knew you weren’t okay from the moment he saw you.

For a while, he fell for the stereotype that men shouldn’t cry. They weren’t supposed to.

Crying was a sign of weakness. Crying was for children. Crying was forbidden in the world of masculinity. Whatever the hell that meant.

Crying was forbidden for him, not because of these false and idiotic allegations, but because sometimes he believed had no time for it. He refused himself to fall under that painful surface of sorrow. He had a job to do, he had a mission to fulfill, he had no time for tears. He was too distracted by war to allow himself the “pleasure” of it.

But what happened when he no longer had a mission? What happens when he’s somewhere new? Somewhere safe? Where there was nothing but his own little world in a house he had bought for him and you?

Maybe one of those allegations were true, crying was a sign of weakness, but it was okay for your walls for come down in the arms of someone who truly loved you.

He’ll never forget the first night you held him in your arms, cradling his head to your chest like a newborn baby, skin against skin as the sensation of hot tears fell onto you, his hands trembling as he clung to you for life, like a lost puppy in a snow storm.

He’s cried quietly, he’s cried loud. He didn’t cry much, but when he did, you never judged him for it. You never judged him when he cried himself to sleep, soothed by the comb of your fingers through the back of his head. Not once did you ever chastise him for when he was on his knees in the middle of your bedroom after a night terror, unable to face the fact that his fears would never stop chasing him.

You’d never forget the way he trembled like a dry, crumbled leaf refusing to let go of it’s branch after a chill breeze in the fall, his nails digging into the skin of your thighs as he held you, sobbing so hard until his throat ran raw and ragged, the taste of copper coating his tongue.

He didn’t wanna say it felt good after, not wanting to call himself a masochist, but knowing his tears were spilled in the presence of someone who loved him all the same felt all the difference. Not once did you judge him for it, that’s how much he loved you.

That’s something he didn’t ever wanna do once he found you the way you were, sitting in the middle of your shared bed, your front bent over in your rustled blankets you had clawed at until they piled up in your lap, soaking up the tears that fell from your cheeks as you hid your face in them.

You held your breath as if the air around you was poison, your hands clawing against your chest like there was a parasite attacking your heart. Your eyes ran as much as your nose, your attempt at wiping away the evidence of the agony on your face had failed a long time ago. Not once did your head raised from its bowed pose, knowing very well that he was standing right there.

He approached from the doorway, hearing your breath hitch as once more you tried to hold back your cries. Nothing worked, but you kept trying to contain it. You were supposed to be his standing stone, his prized marbled statue that kept him supported and whole. But now look at you, the very shadow of that person, crumbling apart like a sand castle getting crushed by the waves.

Slowly, his hand found yours, securing your wrist in his large fingers. Your head turned to acknowledge him standing by your side of the bed, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before tugging you over towards him, encouraging you to sit towards the edge of the bed.

He kneeled between your open legs, his height giving him the advantage to be tall enough for you to rest your head on his shoulder. Despite the awkwardness in your body being bent this way, his gentle hush against your skin told you all the words of comfort he wished he could say.

And in that moment, it was all you needed once he brought his hand behind your head, combing his fingers through your hair. Your tears amplified, your quick heaving breaths growing more forceful and whole, your cries of distress gaining strength and tune as you fell apart in his arms.

You cried the way you needed to cry, the way he knew you needed. It was loud, it was raw, it was painful, it was whole. It made your eyes burn, it made your chest ache, it made your throat run raw and cry, but Simon supported you all the same.

It felt so relieving to know you had your barrier of a man supporting you, the broad umbrella shielding you from a large storm, the pillar that kept you grounded, the arms that kept you safe from the cold.

He knew you weren’t okay from the moment he saw you, but he wasn’t going to let you cry alone.

[waffles-art-writing]

Times Where Your Mind Takes Over - Task Force 141 x Fem!Reader (Kinda Head Cannons)

Summary: It has barely been a few months since you were able to leave the medical wing, the psychical wounds healing and scarring, mental… not so much. All the times your mind has taken the wheel and makes you crumble beneath its grasp, how all the boys of the 141 help you through your pain.

(Thank you @boogieman-23 & @tomhardy41 for your comments! And the inspo! Sorry if it’s not what you had in mind, I hope you don’t mind the tag!)

(Part 2 to JOKER) Sorry this took so long to get out.

Proofread: Nope, couldn’t be bothered.

Pairing: 141!Platonic x Fem!Reader

WordCount: around 4.5K

Age Rating: PG13

Codename: JOKER

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: PTSD, Anxiety, mentions of torture, conscious of self image, weapons, injury, Normal COD stuff, PTSD Nightmares.

May turn this into a proper series! Comment if you are interested in that :)

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

It’s been almost five weeks since you got out of the medical wing, you stayed in your room a lot more than before the mission and being caught. You locked yourself up in your room for the first week, only leaving to shower and get food. The weeks following you attended some of the training, always having a balaclava or a black medical mask on. You hid from prying eyes of other people, avoiding areas with a lot of other soldiers. If you had to go into an area with ten or more people you would beg one of the boys to come with you, most commonly if it was Soap who joined you. Or you would just avoid it and wait. But now at week five you have gained the courage to mill around the base by yourself more often, keeping your face covered always.

Ignoring the lingering gazes of people, or the quiet conversations you hear around you. You’re gaining back your courage, your old out going self is slowly coming back, until you were left alone in the gunnery with a new recruit.

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[waffles-art-writing]

JOKER - Task Force 141 x Reader

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First post - please ignore any mistakes as I write this on my phone at like midnight most of the time haha. Be Nice :’). Anyway, enjoy! Sorry if any of the slang or anything like that is wrong. I’ve never lived there (I’m in Australia)

GIF: thewriterg

Proofread: Half-assed proof-read sorry.

I got inspo for this from the song “Joker -Rory Webley”.

Summary: Joker (you) gets captured on a mission. Ghost and Soap search high and low for you as Gaz and Price gain as much information as they can about the man they suspect has taken you. Will you make it out and get back to your team?

Pairing: Task Force 141!Platonic x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4K Roughly - kinda long sorry

Age Rating: 16+ Preferably, unless you can handle goreish stuff- otherwise anyone can read it

Codename: JOKER

Key: Y/N - Your Name, Y/N/N - Nickname. L/N - Last Name

Warning/Info: third person??, descriptions of injury, blood, weapons, normal COD stuff, mentions of Torture, Kidnapping, Childhood trauma, angst?? I think… FLUFF, Soft!Ghost. If theres anything I need to add please say so :)

EDIT: If this gets enough traction or if you guys want! I am more than happy to make a part two or turn it into a whole mini series :) Thanks for all the likes and reblogs <3 (Here’s the part Two)

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The rolling thunder in the distance rumbles, you can feel it through the ground. The air is thick with the feeling of rain, but not a single drop has touched the dry and dusty earth you are currently laying on. You’re watching the rest of the team work their way through the small village, your thermal scope making them glow like glow sticks at a rave. “Joker, how copy?” Price’s voice crackles to life in your ear, you press the button on the comms to reply. “Hear you loud an’ clear Cap” you reply, clicking the button to the pressed position to keep the comms open, you’re watching Ghost and Soap clean house in one of the larger ruins of a house.

“Do you ‘ave eyes on the target yet?” Price’s stern voice rumbles in your ear again. You adjust the scope to get a larger field of view, scanning all the windows in the dilapidated village. Your eyes narrow as you watch a figure poke their head around a wall not far from Ghost and Soap’s position. “Not yet Sir, but there’s a shifty guy looking for Ghost and Soap” you comment “Ghost do a one eighty… some guy is looking for you from the building with a red door.” You pick up a low grunt in response from Ghost as Price acknowledges what you’ve said. You’re zoned in on watching any and all movement not yet spotting who you are looking for.

Sweat forms on your brow as you continue watching for any shifty people, the balaclava you wear has red paint smeared on it like a smile like the joker from Batman, the fabric is not helping with the heat. The faint sound of dirt shifting draws your attention from the scope, you push yourself to your knees while spinning around to face the source of the sound. Your glock raises steadily as you lift your arms in front of yourself, the pounding of your heart is deafening, blood pumping quickly, breathing quickens. You scan your surroundings, you’ve perched yourself just in front of a moderately sized group of boulders, shrouded in twiggy bushes.

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[yarnfinch]

psa: if you’re an artist/writer/creator of any kind who posts their work on social media, you will sometimes go a while without posting something new. and you will think, “oh no, I haven’t ceated content for my followers in (x amount of time)! i’m letting them down/will lose followers!”

that’s the devil talking, and you have to punch him and then go about your day