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vmprsm · 10 months
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Listen this is probably the most simple cosplay I've ever put together but being a Y/N is SO FUN. I've been in love with Sleuth Jesters by @naffeclipse for a hot minute now, their Y/N is a gift, so I wanted to be them!
Do I have another button down and a bathtub I don't mind getting messy? I sure do. 😈
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futuristichedge · 2 months
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Fic so good u start imagining more fic for it
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artemiseamoon · 11 months
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That Kraven movie looks like a mess but baby, listen, LISTEN he looks like a whole ass snack on level 200% so yes I will watch. But not in a theater, from the comfort of my home when it’s released to steaming. On a night I’m alone and my partner is working so I can be ridiculous.
Yeah they know their audience. Our thirsty asses will sit thru a crap movie to drool over this.
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breezy-cheezy · 2 years
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Watch me keep tossing Diluc at characters I find Neat and laugh at the shenanigans. Today it’s an AU story affectionally called “Buddy Cop AU” where Diluc and Childe (pre-Crepus dying) have to team up to rescue Kaeya from the Abyss.... (totally @wintersdraw and @elizabethrzg ‘s fault pfffff)
And Claymore Support Group, which is just Beidou harassing kindly bullying Diluc into proper Claymore usage and it kinda sorta snowballing really fast- ( holds up @forwantofacalling like Simba, another instigator)
Please do not tag with ship tags, all relationships portrayed are strictly platonic in nature.
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badolmen · 7 months
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Me: I know lots of fic authors say they love people who long comment on every chapter but when I do it I feel bad especially if the author is the kind to reply to comments but none of my comments have replies - not to mention on WIP fics it feels borderline manipulative because yes I’m commenting to tell the author what I liked but I have the secondary motivation of wanting more chapters so I’m basically evil -
*email notification*
nevermind I think I’m getting a good grade in fic reader something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve
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synonymroll648 · 2 years
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ok. guys. stellarlune drops tomorrow. we’re all losing our shit. but i would like to offer a little bit of comfort by recommending this really good keefitz fic that came out the other day that’s not getting enough love. it’s called thinking of you (every time summer says goodbye). human au with a lot of story packed into a short word count, in a good way. plus! lifeguard!keefe is a thing here!! 
the author’s pseudonym is also just ‘keefitz’ which says good things. so. yeah. enjoy yourselves and give them a kudos and/or a nice comment and reblog to spread the word about this lovely fic <333
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sinnhelmingr · 1 year
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do you ever want to gently take someone’s face in your hands and tell them to write a fanfic instead of trying to railroad their partners into writing in a collaborative hobby the way they want it written?
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kadekuro · 2 years
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ASL Stanley writers should probably look up ASL and get some basics down, like a general understanding of the grammar or how names work. Depending on what background you give Stanley, sign language is different for different cultures (example: BSL - British Sign Language).
Also I don't think everything needs to be clearly signed? Sometimes a simple nod or shake of the head is enough.
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vilwil-brr · 2 years
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grian trusting you enough to help preen and clean his wings and theyre sensitive but instead of going the horny way it goes the soft snuggly way <33333
Grian holds his sweater in his arms as you settle behind him, hugging it close to his chest and tugging up his knees. He’ll be resting his head down sooner or later, this much he knows - a preening session always leaves him gooey and boneless.
“Okay - you know what to do right?” He asks, twisting around to look back at you. “Straighten the feathers, pull out any that aren’t attached-“
“‘Get out all the dirt, make sure to get between feathers’ - yes, I think I know what to do, Grian,” you interrupt, placing a hand on his shoulder and smiling. “You’re in good hands.” He gives you a hesitant smile back and turns back around, hugging his sweater between his knees again.
You start with his left wing, brushing your hands down his primaries as you help the wing stretch out fully. You work through his feathers, carefully getting out any clumps of dirt and brushing away dust, and straightening any feathers bent out of place.
As you get to his secondaries, he’s finally relaxed, his shoulders dropped down and his cheek resting on his knees. He hums at every feather you straighten, shoving his face into his sweater when he starts to get louder. As you get to where his wings meet his back, he chirps - and tenses up under your hands again.
“You’re okay, Gri,” you soothe, rubbing your hand along his back between his two wings. You get back to it, pulling out the lose feathers close to his shoulders. “Let me hear you, pretty bird.”
He relaxes again, his head turning to the side as he lets out another chirp, his eyes closing as he lets himself fully sink into his instincts. By the time you make your way through his second wing, he’s a boneless mess, chirping and cooing into his sweater again.
“And - there we go, I’m done,” you say, giving his feathers one last pet and placing your hand between his wings again. He blinks his eyes open at that, making an inquisitive noise as he looks at you. He’s lost in the sauce, to put it simply - blissed out and fuzzy under his instincts.
“All done,” you repeat, and he turns around to pull you into a hug, pressing his face into your shoulder and letting out another coo. His wings stretch out and shudder, before he wraps those around you as well. You chuckle and help pull him into your lap as he nuzzles against you. He hums as you pet his wings again, melting into your hold.
“Such a pretty, pretty bird. You sure get clingy after this, huh?”
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Hiya! To all the lovelies who’ve been reading “Through the Wall,” I got a question. A poll if you will. How many times do you wanna see someone / something get thrown through a wall? I’m still working out plot details so there’s plenty of room for fun hehe :) 
more storybuilding nonsense / questions in the tags! 
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ian-galagher · 1 year
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Hey Willow !
What do you think would have happened if Larry would have sent Mickey the link to the video of Shelly's arrest 10 minutes later? Who Ian have signed the papers? Would they be mad at each other that the other own thought they killed Paula? Would they still have a wedding party eventually?
Hello Anon 😁🧡
OOOOOOOOH! What a brilliant question!!
I think they would've gotten married that day.
That video would've come out eventually, and I think Mickey would've been petty enough to file for divorce. Likewise, Ian would've been stubborn enough to actually sign the papers.
The whole Byron or Barry or whoever thing would've still happened and there would've been a real marriage at the end of the road. (As if Mickey was ever going to pass up the opportunity to be a bridezilla!)
I actually like this version better 😂 imagine Ian getting on one knee: would you marry me Mickey? .....again?
And all the Gallagher's reactions!
Lip; thought you'd already gotten married? Like a week ago?
Or Debbie; what, again?! Are you sure?! Why bother, you're just going to divorce him again a week after anyway.
Ian: no, that was a mistake. This time it's serious!
Debs: we'll see... 🙄
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ereborne · 2 years
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Looking over the hideously slanty scrawled notes I left myself about my current WIP and I see “I have forgotten to account for Anakin during this entire process what is he doing. dumb shit of course”
Of course.
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#girl i have so many teshes thoughts its INSANE#me starting with haha actually this ship has no basis i just want to Put Tesilid Through It#but over the past few months of brainrotting their dynamic is now like.#what if we were doomed from the start and there was never anything either of us could do to save the other#(not even talking about the regression but rather the stigma bearer thing and how they have no social power)#(but also the regression thing)#what if we loved each other throughout all the lifetimes but there could never be a happy ending. tragedy dogs our footsteps#what if we were 'guy who has a good head on his shoulders and recognises our low social positions and looks out for his friends in similar#predicaments' x 'guy who is way too giving and this is bad bc the world is out to get him and he loves ppl too much to care about#the danger to himself'#what if we were 'guy who is way too giving' x 'guy who wants to protect him but Cant'#doomed ships.....#swings hestio around i like you SO much. i need to put you under a microscope and in a fish tank#(statements that should not ever be viewed by people outside of tumblr)#some of my fic outlines has notes that are like 'wow if they had the transmigrators privilege this wouldnt even have been a problem'#and im suddenly very appreciative of canon#god bless canon tesilid may you be happy. not my fanfic tesilid though im making him miserable#anyway. the more i think about it the more interesting hestio's internal conflict could be#it's about being so acutely aware of how shit their lives already are that he knows having a r/s that is frowned upon would just#make things worse#also i am very much hooked by the fact that like. nowadays i keep seeing ship posts about 'killing myself in front of you to change the#trajectory of your life forever'#for teshes its the opposite. hestio is desperately trying to make sure tesilid doesnt off himself#and also its not hestio dying that changes the trajectory of tesilid's life forever it's hestio confessing#and somehow this inflicts more pain on tesilid in the long run#which is extremely funny bc for all the notes that ive written abt teshes hestio has only confessed like umm. checks notes. 3 times#1. drunk (tesilid is not in the room) 2. the world is ending#like if hestio had managed to take this to the grave like he had originally planned then this could have been avoided#but the tragedy is that tesilid lives thru this multiple times so at least ONE time hestio's going to blab and that forever changes things#crying in fic writing being stupidly hard
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cheswirls · 1 month
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no idea why ywr/iwf has gotten an influx of kudos over the past week but its been both a compliment and an irk tbh
#esp since its JUST been that one and nothing for pdf despite pdf being linked in the notes#i guess someone shared it again or at least thats the only reason i can think of rn#which is like..................gee sure would LOVE to see why someone liked reading it enough to share in their circle#if only there were some way.................to share positive opinions with a fic author...............................where they can see i#(this is THE reason i hated this fic for so long after completing it btw#if you like smth enough to rave abt it online plsplspls express that to the author as well#i appreciate kudos but they literally do nothing for me at this point yknow?#if you dont leave me a comment on ao3 or message me directly then how am i ever gonna know if#a fic of mine changed your life. like rly honestly srsly copy-paste your rambling after posting it wherever#and slap that shit onto an ao3 comment)#anyway this got long but i am so so tired#i hope everyone who read ywr/iwf this week also read pdf at some point bc i like that one better#like i would rather someone read both and only leave kudos on pdf but also like#this fic specifically (ywr/iwf) absolutely kills me a little inside bc i only found out how well-loved it is years later#and had i not been part of smth and been told that indirectly (and then directly by exactly one person) then i never would have known ever#which. like. yea i do still have a chip on my shoulder#i thought i wrote pdf as a follow-up and got over it but i guess the fuck not#anyway the last time i got an influx of kudos was bc someone recc'd it so maybe this time ill get smth more substantial out of it#(i say this not expecting anything actually mmmmmmm)
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thefandomexpert · 2 months
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was anyone gonna tell me the anime titty astrotrain game had a cowboy android and his weapon art is him GETTING VIVISECTED/RECONSTRUCTED with a conveniently placed blurry foreground dick censor object even though he’s missing his entire lower half
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inmaki · 4 months
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gojo showing off your back scratches to geto
( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .
contains: sex talk, desc of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)
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everything was relatively peaceful in suguru's apartment. key word: relatively.
a forgettable yet appreciated sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting downpours of rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.
there was only one thing ruining his peace.
all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch — a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.
despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark — as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.
"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.
right when he grumpily turns back to the tv — which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com — his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.
great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can't—
"i fucked her!"
suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.
big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.
"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.
"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"
geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"
unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"
"what— no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"
at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.
"oh god, don't make that stupid face—" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.
"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of the— oh shit.
it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."
suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.
a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.
"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.
turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."
it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door — especially considering how many times he's done so — but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.
not that he was complaining — in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.
and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.
"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen — still shamelessly shirtless — to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"
an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."
"huh. surprised you could last."
as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and oh— fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."
geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him — both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.
even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in t—
satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"
he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."
over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin — suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.
maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.
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mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)
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