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andy-clutterbuck · 1 month
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Rick Grimes in The Ones Who Live | 1x04 - What We
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made this in honor of the trans day of visibility/easter crossover event of 2024. get out there and crack some eggs, folx
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guardiolas · 5 months
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Dominik.
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fairy-verse · 2 months
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can i ask for more uh kross interaction? or fun facts? like what do they do together? does cross ever like get cuddly, the only way cross can, and just hold onto killer?
“Killer, I swear—”
“Hah! Then you must swear a lot, Crossy,” Killer sang as he continued to dance circles around the black-and-white hybrid, shuddering from the cold but having far too much fun to feel bothered by it. The winter winds might be on Cross’ side when it came to warning him about the oncoming freezing night, but he just couldn’t help the way he loved the sight of Cross outside in the light of the setting sun. That white-yellow light just made Cross’ wings shimmer so beautifully, and the faint colour of purple sparkled brilliantly as he moved, like gemstones.
Killer loves to tease Cross and it drives the black-and-white fairy mad with annoyance! Rarely will he have peace and—and—and oh… The sweet kisses Cross receives when he finally catches Killer is the loveliest reward in the world.
Cross yearns for companionship and is secretly very clingy. Killer yearns for attention and is openly clingy. Cross + Killer = Profit.
Even though Killer takes clear pleasure in driving Cross up the wall with his shenanigans and mischiefs, he loves it even more when he has Cross so flushed and so smitten that his wings flutter on their own from the overabundance of emotions he’s experiencing.
Cross can easily be persuaded to not rise early in the morning from having his usually feisty mate nuzzle up to his chest and purr in blissful slumber.
“You know you purr in your sleep,” Cross said, smiling fondly as he cradled Killer’s cheek, enjoying the sight of his sockets seeming bleary despite the lack of light within them.
“I don’t purr in my sleep,” Killer objected, yawned as his wings quivered when he stretched, and immediately slumped back down onto Cross’ chest. “Maybe you just heard me kiss your bosom in my sleep,” he teased but immediately faltered into a light blush as he looked up at Cross’ face, seeing only a tender smile filled with fondness and affection. It made Killer’s exposed soul flutter.
Cross would hold onto Killer and never let go if he could, but Killer gets restless after a while and Cross cannot forgo his duties, so it is with great shame that he must release his little mate.
“I am not little, you’re just freakishly tall.”
“Oh…”
“Psh, not in a bad way, you big softy. You know I love the way you tower over me when you get all protective and possessive; hmm? Criss-Cross,” Killer sang.
Cross blushed.
Killer got to see firsthand how strong and intimidating Cross can be when engaged in battle or when protecting those he loves, and by the stars, he felt a primal need to just immediately take him back to the nest and have a faerling with him. He immediately choked at his thoughts and blamed his spring fairy tendencies for that.
Cross pretends to not notice how much Killer stares when he’s training, but he knows; he knows all too well and he’s purposefully showing off.
Killer is insufferable when it comes to bragging about how he caught Cross before anyone else could. After all, what fairy wouldn’t want a Warrior/Knight fairy for a mate? There is hardly any better for making strong and healthy faerlings!
“I would love to have a faerling with you one day, Killer.”
“Ach! W- wh—hehehe, what is this about, Crossy?” Killer choked, laughing nervously even as he blinked in shock as Cross’ hand came to trail the edges of his soul, touches so light it almost tickled.
“You don’t have to answer me yet, I just want you to know that… That I’d really love to have a faerling with you. I could even be the one to carry it if you’d like.”
Being rendered speechless for the first time in ages, Killer found himself unable to answer for a moment. It wasn’t that he didn’t want a faerling… He just didn’t think anyone would ever want one with him, being a hybrid and all. But then… maybe Cross had that same thought hidden within that thick skull of his, though unwilling to reveal such insecurity in this tender moment where he just wanted to show Killer how much he wanted to bond with him.
… A faerling.
“Heh…”
Cross lifted his gaze to meet with Killer’s.
“Maybe I’d like that… one day,” Killer said, and the smile that broke over Cross’ beautiful face made Killer’s façade slip as his brows furrowed and his lips quivered with emotions. He couldn’t help but smile, too.
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allo-frouto · 5 months
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Are you horny all the time?
Only when I am awake.
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lethologicaee · 8 months
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tried. gave up
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What about 1987 Apritello?
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Yes.
¡¡¡Reminder!!! Just in case you may have forgotten, Donnie is over 21 when he's in relationships with April.
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ashersanity · 4 months
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— “Don’t you dare fucking walk out on me now.”
content warning! implied non-con, marking?
Something about Avery at high rage.. Tightening of their grip, well manicured nails digging into your skin, leaving fresh marks in their wake, velvety blood seeping through the skin barrier. Huff of their breath as they keep you there, in their reach simply because no. No, you will not walk out on them now, not right now, not ever. Half-opened door of their car, the metallic material glinting harshly in the sunlight, slightest source of it hidden in the isolated alleyway they brought you in, car parked in the middle of nowhere.
When it all crumbles, when the facade cracks, the serene smile that they always wear on their face and in public, snapping all at once. That same hand that would gently reach up to affectionately caress along your cheek, praising you for being so good. Now it’s gripping your wrist, hurting so very much, frantically muttering out quick apologies, meaningless excuses tumbling out of your lips.
None of it means shit to Avery. Not when your pathetic squirms, quivering frame under their own towering over yours, seize up entirely. Not when wet, fat tears freely flow down your flushed cheeks, uselessly begging them to stop, weakly kicking at their sides in attempt to get away.
Stupid bitch. Should’ve fucking thought about it first before the fleeting thought of leaving them ever crossed your mind.
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snackugaki · 11 months
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hhhhhh s.. st- still claiming this is an art blog... *looks at almost 2 years worth of tmnt fanart* ....hh
also someone’s gonna see these quick bgs is2g
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screahms · 5 months
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mondaymelon · 6 months
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GUYS HELP WHY DOES MY ART LOOK EDIBLE
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sincerely-nines · 9 months
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And I could see you up against the wall with me? 🤔 well that's not very professional, sheriff!
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(felt silly, listened to a song with themes of work place relationships, wanted to draw something. i busted up my pen in the process. was it worth it? well my dear reader, that is up to you)
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ghost-bxrd · 3 months
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You keep waking up and choosing violence
Emotional warfare is my jam, what can I say ✍️
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narwhalsarefalling · 2 years
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i think the funniest thing i’ve discovered about myself while working in a diverse group (me being the only texan in a group of 10 people from new england) is that i do NOT have a texas accent when talking to them. i have a mild southern accent. but the second i’m within 50 meters of cattle, oil rig, or cowboy boots my accent goes from a 4 to a 100.
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roastedchik · 9 months
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I can't believe what I'm feeling when I'm right near Your vibrant colors makes the sadness disappear Such is love, makes me happy we're both artists We changed the world together, more than we first started Let's paint the world with the colors of the rainbow Make vivid images to look outside our windows [...] Your colors look like heaven to me Such piece of art makes a lovely gift to see I hope one day we will share memories You paint my world and I'll play my melodies . . .
Some Jack the ripper x reader idea . . .
Inspiration:
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caparrucia · 4 months
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You ever write a tragedy and it's just...
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So you sit there trying to ignore the backfired feels needling your eyes?
No?
/lies down
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