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voidstilesplease · 4 months
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the way damen almost pissed himself thinking he had inadvertently killed the prince of vere by advising him to discipline govart only to be promptly stumped where he stood because laurent's exfoliated hands and delicate wrists could actually hold a sword well enough to win a duel against a giant hothead war veteran. damen may find an issue with laurent's method of public humiliation, but damn if it didn't make him hot and bothered
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sophsicle · 1 year
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i can't quite believe i have to clarify this. but. when people say "you shouldn't criticize fanfiction" they are not trying to imply that you *can't*. people always snap back with "well it's on the internet so i can criticize it if i want to" and yes, obviously you can. but i think you might be confusing opportunity with justification. like. yes, fanfic authors give you the opportunity to criticize them by posting something online. but that doesn’t automatically justify you doing it. you're still an asshole for deciding to use that opportunity to needlessly ruin someone’s day. because there is no justifiable reason to tell an author everything you hate about their work. it achieves absolutely nothing. does not in anyway progress the human race. you just want to make someone feel small. and you *can* absolutely do that. but it's a weird fucking hobby my guy.
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hey-kae · 6 months
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20 days until the sf-23 is gone…
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navnae · 1 year
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Someone made a good point!
The moment Eddie gave Steve his vest he claimed him in front of EVERYONE!
The same vest that he probably wouldn’t have given to anybody else. It’s the fact that he took it off so fast right in the middle of a romantic moment between Steve and Nancy almost as if to say a nonverbal (Nope! Stop that right now, he’s mine)
The subtle power move in that moment, I know Eddie felt so proud that he got Steve to where his vest you can’t tell me otherwise.
(I’m in the middle of class so this is kind of sloppy but the point still stands!)
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newtdrawz · 6 months
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The Outsiders but filmed like Modern Family. Thank you Goodnight
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noose-lion · 7 months
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This whole episode doesn't make a lick of sense. We're all just distracted by what's been revealed. Step back, look at it.
Does it feel right to you?
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2x5 | 3x11
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redsray · 1 month
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and if you kick all the queers out of gotham who will be your biggest cheerleaders, huh, batfam?
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steviesbicrisis · 1 year
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If the fruity four were in a band together, they would totally have a cover album like this (please notice their reactions lmao):
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And they would organize a wedding where they marry each other
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Its hard being a hatchetfield fan because how do I explain that yea I think this lawyer this kid with superpowers this anime nerd this sex hating camp counselor this theatre kid and this completely normal guy who likes coffee are all related but not because they all look the exact same ... just because I said so
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dovewingkinnie · 9 months
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EHEHEHEHEHEH HEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHH
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salvepersone · 5 months
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unicornsaures · 6 days
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id like to mention the scars on both William and Henry's cheeks are both from William drunkenly slinging around his fathers sword when he was 16
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gummywurm-gaming · 5 months
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Was talking to my sister about giacomos concept art and said like father like son about their 6 heads jokingly (I headcanon giacomo as Larry's son) and I realized how similar their poses are in their official art
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Like nintendo??? This has to be on purpose
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getonite · 5 months
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im sorry y'all, but like...teen gojo 100% gives off little dick energy. if i looked at him, I'd assume micro penis and walk off lmaoo. i promise u he was not packing 🙏🏾
jjk 0 gojo...mmm yeah, he gave sorta big dick energy but with the princessification of that man he gives pussy vibes.
jjk s1, PUSSY HAVER. he was airing that bitch out constantly.
post-seal gojo? BIG DICK ENERGY NGL
i will take criticism.
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cloudcountry · 1 year
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you're beautiful
Genre/Tropes: Comfort (Reader to Azul)
Summary: The reader is hanging at the pool till aces ruff housing ends up with y/n falling into the pool and as they were trying to swim back up they got a cramp and started to sink deeper into the pool panicking and they hear a splash (the rest I’ll leave up to u author Chan but if u could sneak a kiss between them it would be super cute 🥰)
Author's Comments: didn't sneak a kiss oops but its very fluffy comfort C:
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Maybe taking a solo trip with Ace and Deuce to Octavinelle’s pool wasn’t the best idea.
Ace kept running around on the slick tiled floors, bare feet slapping annoyingly across the gorgeous blues and greens. With Deuce still in the locker room, there was nobody to rein him in—even though Deuce would likely start running after him and it would be up to you to stop them. His laughs bounce off the walls and he comes skidding to a stop right in front of you with a mischievous smirk. Before you can say anything to him, he shoves you into the pool with his whole body weight, falling in with you as your body hits the water. The sting of chlorine in your nose makes you hack and cough and kick, which Ace seems to find oh so amusing. You make a gargled noise that was supposed to sound like stop, but it sounds nothing like that at all.
“Come onnnn, Prefect. Now is just the time to decompress!” he sighs, resting on his back in the pool and leisurely floating as if he didn’t just body slam you into the water.
“It’d be more relaxing if you weren’t here.” you shoot back, sending your scariest death glare his way.
Ace could be so annoying sometimes.
“Wah wah.” Ace whines mockingly, shooting you a smug grin as he lifts his head up, “Bet Deuce would whine less than you.”
“I beg to differ.” you huff, flicking some cold water at his face.
Ace yelps and wipes it away, glaring at you now, too.
“Bet. I’ll prove it to you.” he snickers, splashing over to the other end of the pool and climbing out in the most ungraceful way possible.
You open your mouth to remind him of the “two people in the pool at a time so they always have someone with them in case they start to drown” policy, but he’s already out the door. You roll your eyes and opt to get out of the pool too, because better safe than sorry, right?
You begin to make your way over to the stairs, but just then the unthinkable happens.
Your leg starts to cramp up.
You flinch and reach down to massage it, and in that split second you find yourself sinking. You thrash to try and keep your head above water, but your cramp is only getting worse and you can only make out a strangled help before you’re pulled under.
You try kicking furiously to reach air again, thinking of how stupid this is and how dumb of a way this is to die, but you hear a splash and suddenly you’re saved by two unfamiliar arms and a mass of black and a bare chest. You weren't underwater for long, but the panic you felt at the prospect of drowning has your head spinning.
You break the surface of the water and find yourself curling into your savior’s chest, but you almost fall back into the water when you see his face.
It’s Azul.
His skin is tinged purple with black designs twisting over his chest. He’s staring down at you with an expression that’s clearly a mix of fury and disappointment.
“Hey.” you smile awkwardly, shrinking in on yourself.
“What are you doing!” he hisses through gritted teeth, staring so intensely at you that you that you’d think he was trying to burn holes into you, “What in Urusula’s name convinced you that swimming alone was a good idea?”
“I wasn’t alone! Ace and Deuce are here, they just…” you cross your arms over your chest, “Well...Ace was here. He left to go get Deuce. I was trying to get out of the pool when my leg cramped up.”
Azul sighs, the sound so relieved and ragged that you feel a dagger of guilt pierce your chest.
“Legs…” he mumbles, swiping the thumb against your thigh over the wet skin, “So pretty, yet so useless in water.”
Your face goes warm. You’ll unpack that later.
You almost don’t comprehend the useless part. Almost.
“You’re lucky I was here…if I hadn’t…” he presses his forehead against yours, clenching his eyes shut, “Prefect, please never do that again.”
“I won’t. I’m sorry.” you cling to him too, partly because you feel the weight of what just happened bearing down on you and partly because it just feels right.
Azul breathes in and out slowly, and you follow his lead. The two of you are still floating in the pool, and briefly you wonder why Ace hasn’t gotten back yet. (Maybe this is all just an Octavinelle scheme and Jade and Floyd are running interference. Then again, maybe your boys are just strangling each other. Either one is plausible.)
Your mind shifts to Azul’s merform, and you turn to face him out of curiosity. He looks confused as you stare, but after a few beats of you just looking he seems to remember what form he’s in. He flushes a soft pink, clears his throat, sets you down on the poolside, and before you can tell him that you don’t mind and that you think he’s beautiful he’s diving beneath the water and leaving you alone.
You furrow your brow and shift positions to lay on your belly. The water ripples as you reach for it, dipping your fingers into the chilly pool. You’re disappointed when nothing happens. The reflection of your face is staring back at you, the overheard lights glaring against the smooth, crystalline surface. It’s so calm, you’d almost believe that Azul just teleported away.
“Azul.” you call out, waving your hand around in the water to hopefully entice him back up, “Azul, come back.”
Nothing.
“Azul…” you sigh, “Can you come back up here, please?”
You wait in silence for a few moments, staring down at the water as you crane your neck to see into the pool. When nothing happens, you flop back with a deep sigh. You wish Azul could feel more comfortable with you, but you aren’t sure how to get him to open up-
A tentacle curls around your wrist, and you jump in surprise. It rips away from you and a mass of black flinches away from the surface, but you jump up and thrust your hand into the water to let him know that it's okay.  You feel him take it and squeeze, but he stays underwater.
“I’m sorry, Azul. You just surprised me, that’s all.” you hum, “...you can touch me. I promise I’m not repulsed. I think you’re beautiful.”
Silence.
“Do you want me to see you?” you ask, “Squeeze my hand once if no, twice for yes.”
He squeezes your hand. Once.
“But I already saw you.” you whisper, “You don’t need to hide. Here—come here, Azul. Do what you did before again.”
A few bubbles pop at the surface. You can only assume he just huffed, but he does what you ask. A tentacle curls around your wrist, this time more shy, and you slowly reach down to touch it. He flinches, and you stop, but he doesn’t pull away completely.
“Thank you for doing that. I mean it when I say you’re beautiful.” you say, rubbing your thumb over the slick appendage, “I promise nothing bad will happen if you let me see you again, Azul.”
And you link your pinky with his.
He understands.
His head pops up out of the water, and instead of the soft pink you saw earlier his face is red. A water droplet slides down his cheek, and you’re not sure if it's actual water or his tears, but you don’t pry. You take your hand away from his tentacle to reach out for him.
“There you are, pretty.” you smile, gently pressing your palm to his cheek.
“There’s no need to butter me up.” he huffs. A different tentacle lifts out of the water and curls around your arm.
“I like them. They’re pretty, just like you.” you say, and he knows you’re not lying because you don’t yank your hand away in disgust at the slimy texture or a suckers or the sopping limb that’s so unnatural.
“Ah…” he flushes again, sinking into the water and blowing irritated bubbles, “You’re a strange one indeed.”
“And you’re beautiful.” you say, and he dunks his head back in the water to hide his blush but you’re too busy laughing with glee to chastise him.
Azul will come around one of these days. You’ll see to it.
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