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canisonicscrewyou · 1 year
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crybaby-bkg · 5 months
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I think Deku has a bit of a mean streak, actually. he’s no Bakugou—that’s for sure—but he’s not this innocent, sweet angel baby that the media has painted him out to be. but you only catch it when you least expect it, when you’re pushing his nerves, when the stakes to everything around him are high, when he’s tired of endless sleepless nights and just—snaps.
“Oh?” you go, grin unfurling like some grinch, chin resting on your hands as you leer at him from across his expansive desk. “You’re mean.” your words are teasing, a snarl that curls your mouth up. Deku stutters, eyes going wide, jaw snapping shut in surprise as he tries to think back on how rude he just sounded.
“No, I’m not—I mean, you wouldn’t stop and I just—there’s a lot on my plate right now—and you just—you keep on—I’m not—I’m not mean.” He’s sputtering, hands all over the place, the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose falling even lower with how he jabbers on and on. it’s endearing really, to see how he tries to upkeep his image of being so kind and understanding, even though his nostrils just flared at you. and his eyebrows turned down and he gritted at you, his hands were balled into fists, his words were so nasty, so ugly, so unbecoming for Deku.
you liked it. loved it even—vowed to get him like this every single fucking second that you could.
you pick and poke at him whenever you see him, teasing him and pulling at him. pushing him around even though the hero is so much stronger than you, so much bigger. and he lets you, tries to defend himself but—that’s not what you want. you want the ugliness, the snark, the mean.
he snaps, eventually, when you least expect it. grabs you up in black whip when you go to push him against the wall for the third time in only a minute, his eyes suddenly dark, the aura of the room suddenly charged.
“That’s what I was looking for.” you whisper to him, the grin spreading your face quickly dissipating in only seconds when you become the prey. when you become the one pushed up against the wall with teeth at your neck, a hand in your underwear, bullying your hole with too thick fingers.
“Why do you want me to act like this? Be so mean to you, huh?” he sounds so frustrated with himself, with you, growling and nipping and licking when you don’t answer quick enough. but your breath is caught in your lungs because finally—finally, did you get what you wanted. it just took a little bit of pushing, you suppose.
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maxpawb · 2 months
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HAPPY PINK LION PARTY DAY 🎉
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actual-changeling · 9 months
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i'm going insane over the few years in-between seasons we did not get to see, especially crowley and his glasses.
they have a PLACE. he puts them there as soon as he enters, he feels so comfortable in the bookshop by now he doesn't even need to get drunk first or wait a while. just. immediately takes them off. bares his soul to aziraphale. let's him see.
how did we get here??? how many hours did he spend with aziraphale, just growing more and more relaxed around him, trusting him. trusting that he won't abuse his vulnerability, hell, at that point aziraphale probably cherishes it. yellow IS his favorite colour, after all. crowley's yellow, to be precise.
and the statue he places them on - was that aziraphale asking him to put them somewhere safe after crowley accidentally sat on them or dropped them? maybe it started out as a careless 'i'm just throwing them there i dont give a fuck' and then just. happened again. and again. until suddenly it was *his* spot.
aziraphale has gotten so used to seeing his eyes it will kill him when crowley stops taking his glasses off around him, seeing only his own reflection instead mutual affection.
do you think he will forget the exact colour of his eyes in heaven? do you think he will try to remember the shade and be unsure if it's correct, trying to find the right memories but never being confident that this one is right?
six thousand years and suddenly all he wants is to be able to look into crowley's eyes again.
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friendcrumbs · 6 months
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never seen a pair of people created to hang out and do fuck all than stobin. they should be messily snacking on something and loudly shit-talking people on a public bench somewhere.
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do-rey-me · 6 months
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if murderbot learned what autism was i truly believe itd go "wow humans are so ridiculous they cant even agree on their own stupid human social rules" and then never think about that or its possible relation to its own behaviors ever again
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bevsi · 2 months
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I had a dream I was lost at sea and these pirates rescued me. I was like “please I’m looking for my wife” and described her and they explained that they basically worshipped her as a deity and pulled out coins with her face on it. this made so much sense to me
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bovineblogger · 5 months
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foetal calf cave paintings have somethign to say to you
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itsakarp · 4 months
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I really relate to Odysseus because I, too, was once a gifted child in middle school and when put into group projects was like “no guys I can just do all the work it’s just easier that way”
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crunchy-rocc · 5 months
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my friend started tfc. ten pages in comes in and tells me kevin is his they/them solider.
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gubbles-owo · 2 months
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For the tail rating: Asbestos (arknights), Ho'oleyak (arknights) and W (arknights)
HEAVY HITTERS RIGHT AWAY, HUH??
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okay, so like. i want to be fair, right? i'm less interested in ranking tails *against* each other so much as I am in appreciating the variety of them. but like. if i had to choose the best tail in arknights. IF WE'RE ALL BEING HONEST HERE,,, yeahhh Asbestie would win this one absolutely no fucking contest. It's long. It's got volume. It's dexterous. It's WET. if you try getting your grubby little paws on the thing she will bear no hesitation in kicking your fucking teeth in for even thinking about it, so on top of all these amazing qualities it is also FORBIDDEN. lord knows there is only one person on terra who knows how it tastes, and I bet she's addicted to it. Asbestos tail rating: i need to choke on it Next up is- wait oh my fucking god jesus fuck. ign christ holy shit.
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sorry to be such a lesbian but. god. fuck. focus here gubby. okay like i said i'm not really ranking tails against one another here, but ho'ol would certainly give asbestos a run for her money. it definitely would win out in the length department, because christ look at this thing
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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it's long as fuck. it's swift and silent, imbued with terrible strength. in her spoken voicelines she DIRECTLY references the doctor (u) choking on her tail. not from her tail or otherwise implying some kind of choke-hold, nonono. ON. this thing is going down your fucking throat and you are going to like it. ...i wonder what it tastes like. admittedly i did not finish lone trail before the event closed, but even from what i saw, the written descriptions of ho'ol's tail. some lucky tail enthusiast had a field day describing how her tail moves about in detail so intricate i can only describe it as fetishistic. and that is a COMPLIMENT goddammit. if this tail does nothing for you then i am sorry bb but there's no saving you. Ho'olheyak tail rating: i need to choke on it. and i suppose with that it's time to bring things back down to earth, because, okay if i'm being honest w's tail is. fine? but like. man given the previous two this just doesn't hit the same way...
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The barbed shape is kinda neat, but in general this thing is pretttttty thin. If you know me at all then you know where i stand on the whole thin vs. phat tail debate, so I can't say W's tail impresses me all that much. Very thin, but very light and I imagine pretty quick. I wonder how sharp the end of that thing really is, but I'd guess that's it's likely safe to touch. I'm still in chapter 6 and admittedly don't know much about W as a character yet, but I imagine she'd either cause petty mischief with it in some way or alternatively get all embarrassed pissed if it's accidentally touched. I wonder what it tastes like. W tail rating: i am probably going to step on it (by accident)
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crybaby-bkg · 8 months
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oh my god. pro hero Bakugou who was shortly dating someone and accidentally got them pregnant, but for some reason, after having the baby they leave. he’s fucking devastated—how is he supposed to continue his career now as a single dad? how can he care for baby? save the world and still have to stay up at 2am when they’re fussy bc he hasn’t held them all day?
his mother helps as much as she can, his father too. but they’re getting older and they shouldn’t have to raise another baby at their age.
in comes you, a stay-in nanny. he researches the fuck outta you, frowning at you all the while during your interview. it doesn’t scare you much tho, as he’s patting the tiny baby back with only two big fingers. he wants to see how you react to baby, your stance on teaching them, how you’ll aid them.
he internally caved immediately when the baby started crying and he couldn’t get them to quiet down, so you took them from him. hugged them so sweetly to your chest as you rocked them, spoke quietly to them, a calming aura surrounding you.
it helps that you’re pretty, when he hires you. but he knows he can’t be selfish—you’re here for the baby and the baby only. he has no other place in your life. (unless you want him to?)
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charliemotha · 17 days
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vaggie related <3
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perfectoh · 9 months
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halsin in the cage at the goblin camp when nobody knows speak with animals
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actual-changeling · 6 months
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do you think crowley ever stopped time simply to look at aziraphale's face for a little while longer? to commit it to memory because it's all he has?
do you think it was perfectly harmless, like those handful of stolen minutes that one evening in the bookshop when he had taken off his vest and laughed with enough joy to make the room glow? or one early morning in the park when the sunlight hit his cheekbones just so and crowley wanted the world to be nothing but golden and blue angel for a little bit longer?
do you think it became more desperate after the apocalypse-that-wasn't? time stopped out of fear, to check a room again and again, to frantically try and remember every freckle and lock of hair just in case something was going to happen to him, to them?
(just in case just in case just in case)
do you think at one point, drunk and half-stuck in his nightmares, crowley sat on the bookshop's floor in the middle of the night after having stopped time the second he snapped awake in his flat? aziraphale was completely unaware of his presence and curled up in his armchair with a good book, but crowley pressed his knees to his chest and looked at him without blinking for what might have been hours as well as days.
time frozen at his bidding, listening to the voice of the being who had once been the starmaker, and when he allowed it to keep moving (back in bed, awake, staring at the ceiling) the world exhaled a breath no one knew it had been holding.
do you think he stopped it right after the kiss?
it was instinct, he hadn't meant to, but crowley knew exactly which words were about to leave his mouth, and every cell in his body had rebelled. his heart had already been broken, yes, but when he sank to the floor in a familiar spot and looked up at him, he could pretend everything was fine.
just for a little bit. he deserves that much, right?
crowley took off his glasses and rested his chin on his arms, knees drawn up against his chest like they are wont to be, and tried to imagine what his life was going to be like once he pressed play.
do you think he was tempted to simply let it be? to freeze everything for as long as he could manage and die and turn to dust once all his power had run out?
i love you he said like so many times before, always into frozen silence. three words, every single time, nothing else.
i love you.
crowley knew he had to let it- him go eventually, but where's the harm in living in the moment for a little while longer? so he sat and watched, unmoving and unblinking, and wished he could turn back time instead of stopping it.
then again, (i love you, he whispers, right before he let's him go), he wasn't sure if he would want to reverse any of this. it was worth it, all of it, even if it ended like this.
crowley never liked tragedies—maybe because he knew he had been living in one all along.
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skylersprompts · 26 days
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DC x DP Prompt *34*
Last night's patrol had been rough. Killer Croc got the jump on Tim, who won, but not without injuries. His son had a twisted ankle, bruised ribs and a wound on his back that needed stitches.
All of this meant that Bruce needed to find an excuse for Danny, who would be very confused why his brother was so hurt, when he was supposed to be sleeping at night.
Bruce stood up and made his way to Tim's room to make sure that the boy was still sleeping. To Bruce's surprise he not only found Tim, but also Danny in the bed. Both boys were deeply asleep. Danny's hand clasped Tim's wrist, his fingertips rested on the pulse point of his brother.
Unsure what that exactly meant, Bruce left. He would need to watch the development of this closely, to find out what was going on. If something was going on.
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Dick got doused in fear gas. Danny sneaked into his room at night. His fingers are against the pulse of his oldest brother. Bruce closed the door, a light smile on his lips.
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Stephanie got hurt in a fight against Freeze and stayed at the manor. Danny sat slumped on the floor of her room. His fingers securely against her wrist.
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Damian got into a fight with Ivy and was still recovering from her pollen. Dick was sleeping and cuddling with his youngest brother. But someone else had cuddled close to the youngest bird. Danny was holding Damian's wrist close to his own chest.
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Bruce was laying in bed with a broken arm after a run in with Bane. He wasn't surprised to hear his door open, or the smaller body that was crawling under his blanket. Danny's cold finger pressed against his wrist, until they found his pulse. The boy relaxed with a shuddering exhale. He pretended a little longer to be asleep, but before he could do anything else sleep pulled him under.
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Duke ran into the Riddler. While he did solve the puzzle, he couldn't escape uninjured. He cracked a few ribs and wasn't able to hide his limp. When Duke was going to bed, Danny followed him to his room and slept beside the daytime vigilante.
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Cass had a tough fight tonight. The court of owls was active again and while she was a skilled fighter, even she wasn't able to stay uninjured with too many enemies at once. She had a black eye and her wrist had a sprain. When Danny tried to sneak into her room, she looked at him and held her uninjured wrist in his direction. They both snuggled into her bed.
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Alfred had an accident, while doing housework. He fell a few steps down the stairs with a laundry basket in hand. Luckily he only twisted his ankle. But when the old man woke up in the early hours of the morning, he found a black haired boy sleeping in a sitting position beside his bed. His fingers tightly around his wrist.
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Jason had been shot. And while he tries to argue about being able to drive himself to his safe house, Alfred's disapproving gaze was enough to let him falter. But he stayed in the med Bay. When Bruce came to check on his second eldest, he found a smaller blackhead wrapped around him, his fingers pressed to the pulse point on his neck.
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