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vullcanica · 1 year
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@vilestblood // ❛ We won’t know the cause of death without an autopsy. ❜ ((for nik... teehee.))
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As far as Nico is concerned, all evidence points to that pesky little wrench in the patient's foot. A little absurd for a children's game in his opinion, even for Avita, who seems to be swiftly losing interest after a third round and two losses. He'd conceded the last one to make her happy. It hadn't worked.
"We do know. It's me.." she mutters, pouty and doe-eyed.
It's a blissfully early Saturday evening and they're huddled in close on the couch around a game of "Operation", trying to shake a sullen little five year old out of her utmost despondency in the aftermath of another 'death buzzer'. By the long look Antonin is giving him - fondly kubrickesque, reproachful, amounting to 'what did i say' - Nic suspects this might be entirely his fault for buying the finicky game for her when he'd known it would sow strife in their household. In his defense, something about 'daddy's job' had come up and he'd folded like a lawn chair. It would train her dexterity, he had insisted, and inane though it was, it still counted towards watering her little seed of kindness and nurturing that'd somehow sprouted from the genetic moral wasteland him and her mother had unwittingly set up for her.
Either way, game night this evening starts gearing to hold Vita's ire more than her attention. Just like predicted. Trust Antonin to come to the rescue anyway. Nicodem throws him a conspiratorial look over the white gold crown of Avita's head, features colored with a tinge of affection. Ok, you were right. Gameplan now.
"No, you have a point. We might require an autopsy," he intones with a casual air of feigned curiosity, quick to follow the cue. "His vital signs dropped far too quick, Doctor Cainhurst."
Avita glances his way briefly before lifting her crestfallen little face to behold Antonin with piqued interest. She finds him pensively examining their unfortunate plastic patient. Already half in character, thoughtful hum included. Nico fondly studies the gentle pinch of his brows and the near silver of his hair under the living room's daylight bulb and makes a mental note to kiss him senseless later in the privacy of their bedroom. He's gone molten-eyed and soft again without his own notice. An unwitting habit he catches himself in lately when he looks at them both a little too long - no longer watching to memorize the exact curve of a smile or the lilt of a laugh, just in case. Now simply doing so to fill his chest with it, with the abundance of them: happy, healthy, here.
Antonin's voice brings his attention to the present. Deeply solemn, hilariously so. "Suspiciously quick..." he determines with a haughty countenance, judge deciding on a verdict. Nicodem knows what's coming. "Some signs clearly point to possible foul play."
Ah, the buzzword. Avita perks up a little straighter immediatelly, everything clicking into place. Nic can't see her when she's turned away, but he knows her, from the baby hairs up top, down to the tips of her toes. Well enough to predict the small lift of her brow and the Desalvar smile, toothy, gapped, yet so distinctly curled, and her mother's unmistakeable dimples. Judging by Antonin's softening features, he's right.
"Oh. Like a job for a detective?"
"Perhaps."
Nicodem watches her look over the table with newfound interest, place both hands on it and assume the distinct pose of famed Ms Detective Desalvar, ready for another puzzling case. Antonin smiles. And the futile urge to stop time rises in him suddenly.
If he could stay here, just like this. Warm and comfortable, so wholly content, Avita perched on his thigh and his ankle touching Antonin's, suspended in the culmination of all his efforts and unlikely hopes, of gruelling nights and days, of tears shed alone. He could look at them forever.
But he won't. The thought is fleeting for once, spell easily broken. And the desperate snapshot of memory goes with it, pale in comparison to the future for once. He refuses to dwell anymore. It's safe to look beyond happiness now that it's no longer short lived. Nothing lurks around the corner. The evening will go on and he will step forward into it. He'll lovingly watch Detective Desalvar mull over all the little wrench and bucket and horse clues of a cold case made up from the scraps of his horrible purchase, and he'll steal kisses from Antonin overhead while she isn't looking. And when the lazagna he's put in the oven is done they'll eat together, sat around one corner of their pointlessly vast dinner table or like this, on the couch in a huddle. They'll turn the lights low then and put on a movie that Antonin will almost doze off in the middle of, jetlagged and sleep-soft and beautiful. He will tuck his precious daughter in by the end of the night and kiss her sweet dreams, and he will retire to bed, to be made love to quietly and then fall asleep in Antonin's arms. And he will do it all with the knowledge that he's earned it at last. That this, all of it, is his.
He reaches forward, to pick up the silly pair of plastic little pincers off the floor and hands them to Avita. He steps into the evening, bravely. "Your tools, Detective Desalvar?"
She grins up at him, all sunshine.
"That's Detective Doctor Desalvar."
"Ah, of course."
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lordgolden · 10 months
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oh god I got a picture of the moon you tumblr bitches are gonna LOVE
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garoujo · 8 months
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gojo loves the marks you leave behind on his skin. it’s like they’re proof you were there, underneath him as he presses his cock deeper into the tight hug of your pussy— feeling your nails burn vermillion lines along the smooth skin of his back and shoulders with every orgasm he pulls from you.
he likes to admire them in the mirror, feeling a little smug despite the way he hisses when the steady stream from the shower head makes them burn slightly — aching everytime he’s trying to sleep at night.
but with every little shock of pain, gojo can remember the pretty face you made as your walls hugged around him— crying out his name in quick pants as his hips smacked against yours and he wouldn’t call himself a masochist but he loves it. he loves you.
even when he’s got you bouncing on his lap, his long fingers squeezing into the space where your thigh meets your hips, he’s intoxicated by the way you bury your face into the crook of his neck— his free palm curling at the back of your head, pressing you deeper until he can feel your teeth nipping at the skin there. his crystalline eyes almost roll back, snowy peaks of his hair framing his flushed features and he’s never came as hard or as fast as he did when you laved your tongue over the blooming marks you left across his throat.
gojo can’t help but press his fingers against them as he looks at himself in the mirror, hissing at the sting but he sees it as a silent little claim — teasing you about it later on, about how you “want everyone to know i’m yours, huh sweet thing? ‘ts cause i’m so handsome, right?”
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temperamentalaquarius · 4 months
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no way I just saw a post saying that Tim was Clark's favorite Robin. y'all are just straight up not reading comics at this point 🤣 why tf do you think that Dick's superhero name is kryptonian??? Clark basically co-parented Dick with Bruce. it's why Dick is Like That. if you don't like Dick fine that's cool he doesn't have to be your cup of tea but I'm begging you to stop taking away Dick's canon relationships, traits, and abilities and applying them to other robins. No wonder y'all think he's boring you're literally taking away all of the parts of him that make him interesting. Also not super related but Tim is NOT the CEO of Wayne enterprises, he was technically ceo for a whole 45 minutes and 26 seconds PLS stop subjecting me to this
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signal-less · 29 days
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remilia and patchi!
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fearmeeeee · 6 months
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doodles for todays panel
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d0d0-b0i · 9 months
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chillin
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bebzbrainw0rmz · 2 months
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Got too silly
I hope I used the right translation but ig it doesn’t matter too much bc I’m twisting the meaning of the song anyway (?)
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noonaracha · 5 months
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cozy innie :3
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blueastrum · 4 months
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Working on a diasomnia piece !!
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bennizone · 5 months
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enha · 3 months
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JAKE ✿ 'TFW' @ FATE+ IN SEOUL (240224)
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puzzledkeyboard · 16 days
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the atticpilled callmaxxer
im so sorry
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ca-dmv-bot · 2 months
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Customer: IT MEANS LATER LOOSER, I RACE THE CAR ON THE TRACK AND BEING THAT THE CAR IS FAST I WANT JOKE AROUND WITH THE PLATES AFTER I WIN THE RACE. DMV: LATER LOOSER Verdict: DENIED
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fearmeeeee · 7 months
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disguisedcheezed · 7 months
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I wanted to draw John like the guy from the meme then it suddenly turned into a dirkjohn college au with the help of @karkatbug 😭
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