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trtlebuns · 10 months
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Ghost realizing you’re a wild sleeper
Synopsis: Ghost and yours first night together and you’re worried that you might do something weird while you sleep…
Sfw 😝
Uh…I was going to do a bunch of other cod men but I got lazy :)
First fic on tumblr, whoop whoop
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Simon Riley <Ghost>
The first night of sleeping together with ghost as a newly established couple was nerve wracking not because you’re scared of sleeping with this fine piece of ass, no no no it’s because your friends have mentioned that you’re a “wild sleeper” whatever that means, right?
“You alright” Simon breaks you out of your deep thoughts of you socking him in the mouth as you’re dead asleep
“Hm? Oh! No, I’m just a bit nervous because what if I say something weird in my sleep?” You shyly respond, knowing really that you’re either 1) scared you’re going to WWE fight this man in sleep or 2) fart….let’s go with the latter.
Simon chuckles and responds as you both get comfortable in bed “I’ll let you know, because I’m quite the light sleeper in case something happens through the night”
Shit
was your true response but you quickly respond with an “oh, that’s a bummer, I got some melatonin if you need it.” You turn away to pretend look for some melatonin as your thoughts race:
This man is a LIGHT SLEEPER?! Oh Jesus please watch over me and not let me knock this man unconscious so he can really experience a deep sleep
“It’s no problem at all, in fact I like that fact that I’m a light sleeper, so please don’t put yourself in a hassle and get some sleep” Simon said
Hehe get it??
“Oh alright, justsoyouknowimawildsleeper” you quickly said as you laid down and quickly shut your eyes fake snoring
4am
Simon Riley POV
It’s been 3 hours since the torture has begun.
Y/n was moving around at 1am, slob coving their pillow and mouth and hair a mess, deep sleeper, kinda jealous but nevertheless I left it alone
Normal sleep movements
I felt a hand movement but it quickly connected with my face, I jolted up thinking it was an intruder but it was just y/n and I on the bed.
I look to my right and see y/n’s hand on my cheek and they smacked their lips and turned their head, still fully asleep
I gently move their hand back to a relaxing position and laid back down
Not even an hour passes by and I have y/ns HANDS AND FEET on me trying to push me out of the bed?????
Moving on to them laying on top of me in full starfish mode???
Next to y/n hogging the covers and moving me to the edge of the bed and spiraling out on 3/4 of the bed
“Okay” I say as I push y/n into the middle of the bed and put both of us in the spoon position
Me being the big spoon ofc (😝)
Damn near putting them in a soft headlock, as 30 minutes pass, I slowly sleep into slumber realizing that y/n hasn’t moved but is still snoring softly
TIME SKIP!
Y/n comes down the steps into the kitchen where ghost is there making breakfast
“Yooo, that was the best sleep I’ve ever had my goodness” y/n stated while yawning and searching their head
Simon turned his head looking at y/n get something out of the fridge
“I’m glad” he said while thinking this is something he could get used to.
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secondbeatsongs · 8 months
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"Planet of the Bass" with every second beat removed
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benetnvsch · 8 months
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drew this for day uhhh 4? of kunikida week which is flowers,, and also like 4 days ago whoops,, finally got around finishing it today cheems-
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enbiebeanie · 10 months
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morgana’s just silly like that
(original under cut)
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seasicksilver · 1 year
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crazy mfs
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enbydust · 9 months
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I’m like an npc, if you talk to me it’s a 50% chance I’ll have a coherent conversation or repeat the same uninteresting thing over and over.
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skyloftian-nutcase · 3 months
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I've decided to repurpose the Imprisoning War because if Nintendo can use it for two different wars, then I can make up a war for it too dang it.
So yeah. The war that led to Ganondorf's soul being splintered and sealed away prior to Hyrule Warriors was The Imprisoning War. It's canon now, you're welcome. :)
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tomiokas-lunchbox · 10 months
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Hands
At 8 years old, Giyuu never thought much about his hands. They were meant to pick up, carry and grab things with. His big sister Tsutako would pull him alongside her by the hand. He thought his hands were small and nothing special.
At age 10, he met a boy named Sanemi. Sanemi also had two hands of course. Giyuu would watch Sanemi carry one of his younger siblings named Genya around with them. How he would use them to dig around for rhinoceros beetles. How Sanemi would use them to skip small flat rocks across the surface of a nearby lake. Giyuu never thought much of Sanemi's hands. Hands that had the same functions as his own, and the same tiny dimples along the knuckles.
But the first time they both reach for the perfect pebble near the lakeshore, their hands lightly brush against each other's. Giyuu can't help but feel the tiny sparks of that accidental touch.
Years later at age 17, Sanemi reaches for Giyuu's hand to intertwine the two as they walk to a nearby soba noodle shop. Giyuu's in awe of how a simple touch, can give him so much warmth and comfort.
At age 27, Giyuu stands opposite the love of his life while reciting his vows. He carefully slides a solid gold band on Sanemi's left ring finger. Now when he looks down at Sanemi's hands, he doesn't just see a boy that used to dig for rhinoceros beetles, or skip pebbles across a lake. Instead, all those years later, Giyuu sees his forever in those hands.
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artifour · 9 months
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he's a human, he's a pokemon, but he's also his father's son
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dead-sp1der · 2 months
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Stand by my grave and try to weep
I short piece about grief and guilt from the perspective of Scott during 3rd life at the end of episode 7
Scott stood by a grave and wished the events of the last few days hadn’t transpired the way they did. 
A battle in the desert. An expert shot from Skizz. A dead husband. The aftermath. Skizz striking once again. A dead friend–
It was a small grave, in retrospect. 
It was fitting –Grian had remarked when he saw the size of the grave– since “Timmy had left a small impact on the world.”
Scott knew he should’ve disagreed, but he couldn’t think of an example to disprove it at the time, so he had laughed along in agreement. 
He stared at the grave some more. It looked like a picture perfect grave; The stone was perfectly symmetrical, the dirt in front was not too flat–not too messy, the stone was clean as can be. Everything was how a grave was supposed to look; if you asked someone to think of a grave, this grave would be what they’d imagine. 
Scott sighed, he supposed he was a widow now. He had followed the correct steps in order for the widows alliance to be formed. 
But then his fellow widow-to-be had to go and die before her husband, leaving Bdubs to be the widow instead of her. 
So now Scott was completely alone. 
Just him and his husband’s perfect grave. 
This was the part where he should reminisce about the good times he and Jimmy shared. 
Like their first meeting! Or foiling Tango’s cow operation! Or- or…
Scott felt a wave of terror wash over him. Were those two really all the good moments he could come up with off the top of his head? 
He forced himself to take a deep breath. 
No, no. He’s grieving, he’ll remember the rest of the good moments later. 
Cleo would’ve told him it was okay; probably something about how both their husbands’s incompetence clouded the good memories of them. 
Scott involuntarily started to smile. 
Cleo would have built Bdubs a big grave and then joke about how she and Scott switched the graves around. They would’ve known how to cheer Scott up…
Scott’s thoughts trailed off; his smile slipping from his face. 
What kind of widow was he?
He shifted his feet uncomfortably. He felt more sadness over Cleo dying than his own husband.
If anyone were to drop by now, they’d see him not act like a proper widow and judge him for it. 
Why wasn’t he crying? His husband died in front of him. A normal widow would be crying. Why couldn’t he make himself cry?
Why couldn’t he cry? Why weren’t the tears falling? 
Scott wiped away tears that didn’t exist; that should exist, but he failed to actually deliver. 
Maybe he just needed a reminder of all the good times. He should find the poppy Jimmy gave him. 
He turned around before pausing. Where did he leave that poppy?
His gaze turned to the sky, as if the sun or the clouds would answer his silent question. 
But alas, the sky stayed silent. It was probably judging him as well.  
Defeated, he let his gaze wander down. 
Ah, the tears were coming. Finally.
He caught a glimpse of the hill where he and Cleo made the widows alliance.
He felt his nose start to prickle and his eyes sting. 
He quickly speedwalked –not ran, that would look desperate– to the centre of the Flower Valley and plucked the neared red flower he saw. 
He didn’t have the time to get the correct flower; the tears would dry up if he wasn't quick enough. 
He walked back, deliberately slowing himself down, to his dead husband’s grave. He carefully laid the red –tulip, apparently– on the dirt. 
His eyes might have started to water, but no full tears were rolling yet. 
Scott pressed his eyes shut, but there just wasn’t enough liquid to squeeze out of his eyes that way. 
Scott kept his eyes closed though, and thought about happy smile, shared laughter, inside jokes, hair that reminded him of the sunset, skin the colour of grass on a cold day–
He opened his eyes and bit back a sob. Tears finally escaped his eyes and started to roll over his face. 
Now he looked like a proper widow. 
Now he was a proper widow.
Scott stood by a grave and wished the events of the last few days hadn’t transpired the way they did.
Scott closed his eyes again before turning around. 
He couldn’t stand to look at the grave anymore. 
He hopes he’ll start missing him tomorrow. 
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sea-buns · 3 months
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not me fully intending to watch the new fhjy ep + the adventuring party AND FINISH IT 3 hours before cr goes live. no no you must be thinking of someone else
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astagsart · 1 year
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Local man gets pounded by his boyfriend (in raquetball)
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to every cod artist that draws the Characters with hooked/aquiline noses:
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i Love you
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kiruliom · 1 year
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gentle reminder that anonymity online is so so important and that you dont have to disclose anything about yourself, ever, you shouldnt have to be cornered into giving out idk your disabilities, triggers, AGAB, race, anything! you have the right to not disclose anything, you dont owe anyone an explanation for anything. it doesnt mean youre a liar or that you have malicious intentions, its just a way to keep you safe both online and possibly in real life.
also it's very very easy to lie on the internet, if youre forcing someone into giving out info about themselves because you dont trust their intentions how can you trust them enough to know theyre telling the truth when they're cornered
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harpyco · 9 months
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Been literally focusing on my new oc rather than other ocs XD
This is Crim (short for Crimson). He’s a very new oc. I made sketches of him a few weeks now cuz I am bored and I wanted a fox skykid. I don’t have any info for him yet, but I love him. I got some ideas while drawing him and having a bit of conversation with my friend, but I think some vanished from my brain :(
Anyways, I wanted animal tribes in my sky world, so fox tribe it is. Members of the said tribe have fox characteristics. They have the ability to shapeshift into a fox, but not everyone can do it at will. Being born a fox is rare. Fox moths are immediately taken in. They definitely will not land in the home area. Fox skykids chose to stay hidden from other skykids and I don’t have the reason why, but I wanted to keep that idea.
They have a hidden village somewhere in the hidden forest and only they know the way. Think of the little fox moth post I made back then. Fox moth was just wandering off the village. Someone’s gotta pick that moth up.
Back to Crim. He’s a skilled swordsman who fights to protect his village from threats. He usually roams around the forest in his fox form, so if there is rustling from the bushes, that’s probably just him. He may look cold on the outside, but he has a soft spot for moths. Like every moth. A moth protector.
Anyways here’s my first drawing of him and some fox doodles
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