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luminarytex · 6 months
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hhhhhh birthday
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incorrect-nevermore · 11 months
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The real question is what’s the ship name for Pluto, Eulalie and Berenice 👀
Ah fuck- I’ve sitting here for 5 minutes and i can’t think of anything, so you guys can leave some suggestions and i can hold a poll.
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wormontwostrings · 6 months
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have this
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shortcakelils · 2 months
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Rosie Redesign !!
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echojedis · 1 year
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The real reason Echo turned off his comm
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Reverse Bechdel Test Sherlock Holmes Edition: Does Watson talk to a man who's not Holmes AND about a topic unrelated to Holmes?
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Prompt 143
You know what I think would be hilarious. The batfamily (or even all of Gotham but it’s dismissed as just another Gotham tale by Outsiders) being able to turn into cats. Not big cats either but like, housecats. And none of their teams know. 
They think that the cats must be their local bat’s, because the collars have their symbols on them. And honestly how else would this giant fluffball get onto the Watchtower? Now of course they would have told the teams all eventually, but well, it’s become a competition now. How long can they keep this under wraps, and which of them will win in keeping it hidden. 
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thespiritssaidso · 3 months
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To-do list if I get isekai’d into Psych:
Punch Henry
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Punch Henry again, just in case
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mothfables · 6 months
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Blushing Bunnies and Rings
A gift fic for @breannasfluff! I’ve had this scene in mind for literal *months* now, and finally decided to write it down <3 I hope you enjoy!!
“You know what’s nice about you being home?” Ravio asks, leaning on the counter with his chin propped in his hand. His Mr. Hero and his brothers have come to visit again. The Chain, as they call themselves, have spread through the house while Link- Legend, Ravio reminds himself- has decided to sort through and swap out some of his items.
Right now, he’s going through one of his many ring boxes. Box in hand, he sweeps distractedly across the room, barely registering Ravio’s question. “What’s that, Ravi?” he calls back, only partly paying attention.
Ravio grins, though the other boy can’t see it. Wind, on the opposite side of the room, can, and quickly comes to the conclusion that something potentially amusing is about to happen. His eyes flick between Legend, still nose-deep in his ring box, and the merchant, whose eyes are trained directly on his brother. Rupee-green shines mischievously.
“I get to look at you.”
The statement takes a moment to register. Legend pauses, blinking, before fully realizing what he heard. Then the box is clattering out of his hands, rings spilling out across the floor as his face flushes bright red.
Wind is in a prime position to watch as Legend splutters, his hands flailing as he tries - and fails - to come up with a response. He sees Ravio’s grin grow to a smug smirk as his partner continues to flounder, the red spreading to the tips of his ears and down his neck. A snicker makes it’s way out of his mouth and he slaps a hand over it.
The other heroes make an appearance then, drawn by the noise. They’re treated to the sight of a scarlet Hero of Legend, a smirking merchant, and a Sailor whose own face is starting to match the Veteran’s with how hard he’s struggling to hold back laughter.
“Y-you- I- you- Whuh-”
Wind can’t help it anymore- he lets out a loud ‘HA!’ before doubling over, clutching his ribs and cackling. Warriors snickers. Twilight snorts before catching himself and turning away, but everyone can see his shoulders shaking.
Ravio’s smirk only grows. From here, he can’t see Legend’s face but he does have the privilege of watching his partner’s ears flickering madly as they grow progressively more red with each passing second.
After another minute of flustered flailing, Legend abruptly turns and marches stiff-legged to the couch, where he collapses face-first and lets out a muffled scream.
The other heroes only laugh harder.
Ravio chuckles for a few moments before he pushes himself off the counter and moves to pick up the scattered rings. To his pleasant surprise, Wind joins him, shaking off the last of his laughing fit with a bright grin.
“Thank you, dear,” he murmurs, appreciative. The young hero beams, reaching for the box and dropping a handful of rings inside. Between the two of them it’s short work, and before long Ravio is snapping the lid closed and standing to put it on the counter. He’ll sort them properly later.
Then he turns and makes his way to the couch where his hero is still lying facedown. He bends to press a kiss to ruffled strawberry-blonde locks, cooing at the whine that elicits. Legend doesn’t look up at him; instead he tries to burrow further into the cushions. The action only makes Ravio chuckle, and cooling ears burn red again as the merchant pets his hair.
“Oh, bunny. I can’t have embarrassed you that much, can I?”
Behind him, Ravio hears the other heroes begin to make their way out of the room now that the fun is over, some of them still laughing. One of them- the Captain, he thinks- makes a strangled wheezing sound. He pays them no mind, his attention solely on the hero before him. The hero who has yet to move from where he’s apparently trying to become one with the couch.
The sight makes Ravio laugh again and he muffles the sound with a sleeve. Link- Legend has had enough teasing for the day, no need to add to it. He pats his head a final time before straightening and moving towards the doorway. Mr. Hero will resurface when he’s ready.
In the meantime, he should probably go warn the Chain off of teasing him too badly, since he knows they’ll do it anyway. ‘Brothers,’ he thinks with a smile.
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3lizab3t · 6 months
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you know how it is: sopping wet in a sewer, what if he looked like how he did in that picture
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felicitysmoak · 2 years
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All Too Well ━ 56th Annual Grammy Awards (2014)
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wormontwostrings · 6 months
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I don’t know why I keep turning stuff into hnk characters
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puppydoggraham · 5 months
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No frame will haunt me more than this.
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Seeing Hannibal this fucking broken... Will Graham you’re a sick bastard.
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okom · 2 years
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rays solo from nashville!
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presidentbungus · 6 months
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Scout suddenly tackles him and the momentum carries them hand-over-foot, a horrible tangle of arms and legs ended by a final few seconds of Demo sliding across the floor on his back, Scout lain across his stomach like he’s a bloody toboggan, and then he finally hits the headboard on the other side of the room with his skull, immediately halting.
There’s a big thunk, and the impact rattles all the way down his nervous system, tingling in his fingers. There’s hands around his neck. Even through the brief haze of ringing pain he can feel distinct hot breath crawling across his face (and he gets his hopes up, just a little)—and he wills his vision to clear just enough that he comes face-to-face with the blurry closeness of blue eyes, sitting there and blinking at him just above his face.
Here he waits a little bit for Scout to start properly strangling him, or spitting on him, or punching his skull until he stops moving, but he just hangs there, eyes the size of dinner plates. Demo figures he must be waiting for something too, but he doesn’t let himself imagine quite what, because getting his hopes up is a wonderful ticket to having a horrible rest of his day.
So he sucks in his lips a little bit, smacks them to break the silence, and says: “Hey.”
Somehow that’s the sign and finally Scout goes for it, and the next thing he knows there’s an entire tongue in his mouth.
“Mmph,” he says, which he considers to be a reasonable response. Scout answers by beginning a valiant effort to suck all of the air out of his lungs.
His head swims and a probable concussion starts to move down the list of reasons. His hands find purchase pulling on the back of Scout’s shirt as he finds the leverage to properly return it in earnest, as sweaty palms start gripping at the back of his head and Scout presses closer, closer—
And then Scout’s hands move back up and press down on his chest hard enough to knock the rest of his air out of his lungs, and Scout launches to a sitting position on top of him, gasping, and suddenly he feels very cold.
He braces himself, expecting there to follow questions, or gunshots, or at the very least not Scout anymore, but the weight on his stomach stays right where it is.
“Jeez. Shit, man.” He’s covering his eyes with his hands, just sitting there and muttering whatever he must believe are curses.
Demo wonders if he should be feeling anything more than mild disappointment.
Actually, he’s relatively sure he’s supposed to be pondering something, some grand treatise on the consequences of playing tonsil tennis during work hours with somebody he’s contractually obligated to murder gruesomely and repeatedly, but as much as he tries to summon the concern he finds his first priority at the moment is finding a way back to sucking Scout’s face off his skull.
Clearing his throat, he pushes himself up on his elbows. “Um—Scout.”
Scout looks down at him, wordlessly, peeking through his fingers. His face is doing a great impression of the red shirt he’s wearing.
“I was, uh, thinkin’—why don’t we keep making out,” he shifts a little to set Scout more firmly on his lap and Scout does not seem to object, “and then we dinnae have to think about it?”
His face immediately turns up, though he takes a second to, presumably, pretend to think. Demo respects the time. “Yeah—yeah, okay.” He runs his hands through his hair, wide-eyed, and then he spreads his palms back on the ground on either side of Demo’s head, bracing himself—Demo thinks himself very smart, and even luckier.
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nicoisastar · 11 months
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tsats spoilers
sorry but it’s hard for me to believe that this will solace
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would openly express distaste about the underworld in front of nico. like not being comfortable with the underworld is one thing, and I can actually understand that! but saying things like “i don’t know how anyone could live here” to nico’s FACE???
of course will isn’t perfect by any means and ik he was stressed as hell so I can MAYBE see his heightened anxieties bringing out the worse in him, but it was just so rude to say to nico about his home? 😭 one thing we’ve known about will is his kindness, so to me it seemed so ooc and something he wouldn’t do :/ i don’t want to take it too much to heart bc mark did say will was hard for him to write but sigh.
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