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saltycryptid · 8 months
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bro is NOT listening to Gale's dissertation on the mechanics of the underdark tunnel system
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atsuwumus · 2 months
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✮⋆˙ 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒
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𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 . . . often covers the corners of sharp countertops or open drawers with the palm of his hand whenever you're bending down to retrieve something, ensuring you won't bump your head on your way up. this small gesture often goes unnoticed by you, but his care for you never wavers. as someone who sees many injuries in their day to day lives the last thing he wants is for you to be in pain.
𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 . . . likes to keep polaroids of you. while his art is often displayed for everyone to see there are pieces of his life he wishes to cherish for himself. he's got a box of polaroid pictures in his studio, some solo shots of you while others picture the two of you on your endeavors. when he feels low on inspiration he likes to look back at these fond memories for inspiration.
𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 . . . always links your pinkies together when you're walking. doesn't matter if the trip is long or short, doesn't latter if the streets are quiet or busy — he'll keep you tucked close with a small act of intimacy. and rest assured that he will shoulder anyone out the way who dares to try and break this contact, a glare usually does the trick though.
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retrogamingblog2 · 12 days
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kaasiand · 1 year
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ummmmm oops fuck sorry *DSes your splatoon*
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potat0bag · 6 months
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ported shiver’s splatpark model into blender. these models sure were something for 2008
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beebfreeb · 14 days
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I don't think Senshi would play Cooking Mama. He would think it's a great game for the kids to have but it wouldn't appeal to him like the real thing. He wouldn't play any actual cooking sims, either. He would play Tetris and Candy Crush.
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fence-time · 6 months
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Matching team shirts ^_^
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u3pxx · 1 year
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you're telling me it's this apple juice guy's birthday .... i heard he was forced to eat cement at aged 15 .......
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doodledstars · 3 months
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Excited for Side Order...!
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insufferablemod · 14 days
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thinking about john n davesprite n dave what happens when he finds out its not just a bird dave thing but a dave thing..... the idea hes built up of The Real Dave comes crashing down
like things were def made worse by being stuck together for 3 years with noone else n all of the extra issues davesprite has On top of all the normal dave bs but like, fuuuckkkkkkk
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dawnbreakersgaze · 13 days
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Excuse me but the idea of MC and Xav sitting on their respective balconies and texting each other The Tea while people watching in their neighborhood is both so silly and so endearing to me.
So let's go on a small adventure, shall we?
Warnings: None.
Just fluff. Pure, unadulterated fluff.
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The late morning sun was already warming you through the windows of your tiny apartment before you'd even stepped foot outside. It was finally mid-spring in Linkon, which meant you could enjoy your late breakfast on the patio without having to worry about a stray chill or errant frost dampening your weekly Saturday 'brunch' plans.
Opening the patio door with your granola bar in one hand and phone in the other, you settle into the cushioned bench that overlooked your apartment courtyard and took a deep breath. Sometimes it felt like winter was neverending in Linkon, but you could finally feel the tension of the gripping cold that had settled in your bones start to slowly bleed from you.
After getting comfortable, you finally pulled out your phone, and quickly found your brunch 'date's' contact info, sending him the customary "Get up it's people watching hour" text.
[Hey Xav, you up? I'm already on my balcony?]
It doesn't take long for his reply. This has been your weekly tradition for a few months now. Ever since you had both just so happened to see that kid getting dragged down the street by the monstrous hound, it had become something of a... habit for the two of you to text each other the funny happenings on your street when you were home. Not that either of you were particularly prone to gossip, but the simple domesticity of it was oddly comforting after a long week of getting slogged on by wanderers.
[Yeah I'm up. Give me a sec]
The soft ping of your notification broke the peace, followed shortly by the shuffling of his patio door sliding open from above you. Sure, you could simply call out and greet him, as the acoustics out here are great and the soundproofing is atrocious, but the silence is cozy, and the atmosphere almost feels magical. This is your ritual, after all.
It's a bit like a storybook scene, you think, the two of you sharing a moment in time together yet still separated by some outside force. Maybe it was silly, but the fabricated longing almost made it feel romantic in a way that you're sure your neighbor would find ridiculous.
When you hear his footsteps above you come to a halt, you immediately notice something in particular is missing, however.
[You forgot your coffee Xav. Are you gonna be able to stay awake?]
[How could U tell?]
[I didn't smell any burning 🤭🔥]
He doesn't reply, but you can hear the huff he makes over the railing as his footsteps retreat, fading behind the sliding door once again. You don't even try to hold back the laughter his reaction elicits from you, hopeful the concrete carries it to him easily.
When he finally does reemerge, faint smell of bitter charred beans on the wind, his phone is already buzzing with the morning's newest additions to your people watching portfolios.
An older man you'd long ago dubbed "Green Thumb" who liked to frequent the flower garden outside your apartment complex was already taking photos of the new stargazer lily blossoms that had just opened this morning. So enamored by the vibrant petals, he didn't even seem to notice the couple he'd backed into who'd happened to spill their groceries all over the sidewalk. You heard Xavier call "Watch out!" From above you when he'd recognized the impending impact, but at your distance, it was no use.
[That was nice of you Xav. Too bad it didn't help 🫠]
[I can't believe they didn't see Green Thumb. He was so hard to miss. Even when Ur distracted U still see better]
[HEY! I'm not the one who sleep walks! 💀]
[And yet I'm always there to guard Ur back partner]
He's right of course, though you're not going to tell him. Xavier likes to play the part of a soft and harmless little thing, but it doesn't take much to stoke the hunter into burning hotter than you intended. His evol might be light, but you know better than anyone that light, under careful concentration, can start a blazing fire if you're not mindful. His teasing isn't ever harmful though, so instead you decide to simply poke the bear.
[Only because I'm starting to suspect you like it back there]
The distinct sound of a phone accidentally hitting the concrete marks the end of that thread.
Its not long before another of your regulars, pair of young kids Xavier had called the Trouble Twins arrived on scene. Aptly named for the number of times their poor mother has chastised them for chasing the ducks and picking the flowers, the siblings were quite the rambunctious duo. Today they seem to be a few steps ahead of their vigilant mother, rushing into the park with high-pitched hollers and improvised swords made of small branches they'd found. Today's unfortunate conquest seemed to be the pigeons that were being fed by the local grannies.
[They look like a pair of knights today don't they?]
[Knights? Don't knights usually protect people?]
[Maybe they're protecting us from the pigeons]
[Xavier those old ladies look pretty mad idk. That one even tried to chase the boy and almost caught him!]
The pause in messages was punctuated by his soft laughter above you, carried on the spring breeze. It was so warm, so genuine, so comfortable. You didn't need a mirror to feel the heat bloom in your cheeks; the overwhelming sensation of ardor flooding you at the the very sound.
[You're right. He needs more training. A good Knight should never be caught by an old lady]
[.... I don't think that's the message here Xav]
The rest of your morning goes back and forth like this for another hour. Watching your favorite people pass by, concocting new and interesting stories for them as they pass your balconies. Xavier has very interesting and oddly insightful opinions on those around him, considering you don't really recall seeing him with many friends. None the less, his company and companionship on your balconies has easily become your favorite part of the week. The only noises between you are the laughter that passes back and forth as the texts volley from one to another.
Finally, as the afternoon sun starts to become an uncomfortable heat, your phone chimes once more.
[I'm getting kind of hungry]
[Oh good. You're warning me this time. Thanks!]
[What?]
[No. I was going to ask if U wanted to go to lunch. With me, I mean?]
And just like that, the storybook was snapping shut. No longer a fragment lost in time where two people gazed at the same scene together from two separate places, but a tangible moment you could step into. Something intimate and real.
Perhaps you stayed in this thought a moment too long, or your silence below him made him second guess himself, as the chime of your phone snapped you out of your daze again.
[I didn't mean to impose if U have plans]
[I know it's Ur day off too]
Fumbling with the suddenly slippery device, softly cursing, and praying he didn't hear, you quickly hammer out the only thing that's been playing in your head on repeat-
[Yes absolutely! I'd love to grab some lunch I'm starving]
[Meet me downstairs in 30?]
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atsuwumus · 3 months
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𐙚 a little snippet from the rafayel fic I'm working on... lemme know if you wanna be tagged >·<
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"Hey, are you okay?"
Your soft voice breaks him out of his reverie and he tries to bring the hand you're reaching out to him into focus. Your palm presses against his forehead, fingertips gingerly brushing away strands of light hair, the furrow between your brows deepening.
"You're looking a little flushed."
Fuck, he thinks. You can't keep doing this to me. Getting so close. You're going to make me do something I shouldn't.
Without warning he grabs your wrists, yanks and hard, until your body is topping forward right into his chest. He's far warmer than you expected him to be, almost as if he's...
"You can't do this to me," he whispers, voice thickened with something you can't quite place as he noses against the crown of your head. His hands are wound tightly around your body, keeping you pinned above him. You can feel each erratic rise and fall of his chest, heated puffs of breath that brush the swell of your cheek.
"What are you-"
"Look at what you're doing to me... Feel..." With slender fingers wound around your hand he guides it between your bodies, past fabric and shaky breaths, skin and sweat, right to where he needed you.
He whines, a soft and muffled sound that scratches at his throat as it escapes. "Why are you doing this to me? Reducing me to nothing but a pathetic mess. Is this all part of your plan?" His mouth finds your pulse point as his voice lowers, octave after octave, until you're sure it's nothing but a low rumble.
"Are you prepared to face the consequences?"
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hymntosappho · 17 days
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kaasiand · 7 months
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NEW KART: Onion Trike Mk. III
(see also, the first Onion Trike in case you haven't seen that one yet)
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awwitschuu · 2 months
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͟͟͞͞➳❥ hi! this is nsfw so pls dni if you’re a minor n a ageless/ blank blog. love ya!
i feel like zayne secretly gets off when you call him doctor. it’s the way you say it, in times of sarcasm or intimacy it’s always honeyed. the way it leaves your glossy lips, how you smile after, it’s enough to send him over the edge. he seems unfazed by it and you don’t happen to notice until he has you sitting in his lap one afternoon.
tell me more about your day, doctor zayne ~
the soft grip he has on your thigh becomes a bit firmer, his jaw tightens and you can feel him subtly poke your ass through his slacks. he’s hoping, praying! that you don’t notice, calmly mapping out the day for you. appointments, minor surgeries, board meetings for his research program. while he’s speaking, you can’t help but to try to get comfortable, shifting in his lap only for his bulge to rub against you once more.
m-mhm, and what else doctor…
you’re now straddling zayne as opposed to your previous position. you play with his tie as his slender fingers softly glide up the pillows of your thighs, his other hand resting on your waist. his voice is hushed but firm as he speaks to you, never losing eye contact as he pulls you closer to his chest. “you’re playing a dangerous game, angel.” he murmurs, pinching the back of your thigh, taking a bit of joy in the way you jump.
you play innocent at first, looking away and crossing your arms as you pout playfully. “what? i can’t ask about the doctor’s day? is it a crime now?” you giggle when he shifts himself, believing you have the upper hand.
it’s always fun to tease and get under your lover’s skin, but he’s quick to bring you back to reality. his slender fingers find your chin, turning your attention back to his icy gaze. “it is when you’re knowingly testing my patience and playing dumb about it.”
while you know zayne’s weaknesses, he knows yours tenfold, his hands cupping and massaging the swell of your ass, taking in the way you squirm in his embrace. “h-hey wha-“ you whimper, falling into his chest as he starts to pepper small kisses and love bites to your neck. you can’t help but to bite back a gasp as he finds your most sensitive place, puffy folds slick and coated in your juices.
“nothing to say now? why don’t you ask the doctor more of your cute little questions?” the pads of zayne’s fingers roll your clit meticulously, picking up pace off and on, building you up and breaking you down. over and over.
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ughmerlin · 1 year
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BBC MERLIN + tumblr memes of the year
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