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redloftwingfeathers · 7 months
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Nothing makes me more emotional than aoc allowing future sidon the opportunity to save mipha from her demise
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l0stw00d · 3 months
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Day 2! This one's prompt was Red and it sure came out striking! look at this fancy little gentleman :D
Editing to say: this piece is now available on Inprint if you want a physical copy of your own!
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lyril · 29 days
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you don't get it okay... you don't understand......... .
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suiheisen · 19 days
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you think YOU had a bad day at work?
bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera
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yunmaobao · 23 days
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NINJAGO DRAGONS RISING SEASON 2 SPOILERS
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dramatic recreation of the worst/best scene this season. no im not okay.
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cowboygenes · 2 months
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The Life Cycle of A Star
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sukunastoy · 5 months
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~Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Episode 17~
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Eddie develops a strange habit after sex. It’s not exactly cute or romantic or nice. Nothing bad either. It’s just… well, Steve isn’t too sure what it is. But every time, it’s the same damn thing.
He collapses onto Steve’s chest and says:
“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”
Usually, Steve is still recovering from the fucking downpour of post-orgasm endorphins. So he doesn’t question it. Hell, he stopped challenging Eddie’s tolerance to geek out months ago. Dude holds fantasy knowledge in his brain better than he holds his liquor.
Which is saying a lot.
Anyways, Steve never has the mental capacity to react or respond. Instead, he runs his fingers through Eddie’s sweat-soaked hair for awhile. Scratches out little patterns on his scalp because it always makes Eddie go limp. Quiet.
Quiet is a rarity for him. And while Steve is totally weak for Eddie’s chattiness, the quiet can be nice too.
The only reason Steve finally decides to ask about it is because Eddie slips up. Says it before they have sex.
Steve is against the bedroom door, his nails dragging down Eddie’s back. God, he loves this kind of kissing. The lung draining kind. The type that’s sort of filthy from all the heat and grinding. 
Eddie hasn’t marked him up this bad since that time someone at work noticed his neck. Asked if Steve was having an allergic reaction during an office-wide meeting.
And this is going to be even worse. Steve can tell by the sounds and the soft pricks of Eddie’s teeth. He can tell by how long Eddie spends over each spot, like the bruising skin needs more attention than the rest of him. Like licking them over will make the colors last longer.
The damage has been done. Really no point in stopping him when it feels so fucking good. Steve forgets to worry about  how mauled he’s gonna look tomorrow because his head is swimming with Eddie’s lips on his neck. His collarbone. His chest.
That’s when it happens. That’s when Eddie’s strange habit makes an early appearance. 
He kisses over the blistery mess he made, practically growls the words out this time: 
“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”
“Okay, time out.” Steve says. Heaves some air back into his lungs. Pulls Eddie’s face up before he can continue making Steve look like goddamn target practice. 
Eddie blinks a few times. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” Gonna have to wear fucking high-collared shirts all week, but whatever.
He’ll bring that up some other time. “Why do you keep saying that?”
“Saying what?”
“That… thing.” Steve barely can spit it out.  It’s like his throat is physically rejecting the nerdy shit he’s about to say. “You keep calling me… a cyborg or something.” 
“Oh that.” Eddie sighs. Casually shrugs to one side. “It’s your fault actually.”
“How is it my fault? I don’t even know what fucking language you’re speaking.”
Eddie walks over to the bed, chanting Steve’s name over and over. Definitely not in the way Steve prefers him to chant his name. Very un-sexy chanting.
“Remember that day you asked me to grab your car keys?” He asks, patting the bed for Steve to join him. 
No. “Kinda?”
Steve hesitates before walking over. He didn’t necessarily wanna stop their primal makeout session. But it was bound to lead to the bed at some point, so…
Just not like this. Not talking while fully clothed. Blech.
He sits next to Eddie. Hands awkwardly fidgeting in his lap.
“Well, I couldn’t find them.” Eddie admits. “So I ended up going through your desk drawers.”
Of course he did. Perpetual snooper.
“Ended up finding a binder full of medical records.”
Well shit.
Steve’s throat tightens. Swells around the sudden guilt he feels for keeping this from Eddie. 
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a metal plate in your head?”
“Dunno. Hardly even remember it.” That’s only partly true. Steve doesn’t remember the surgery or much of the recovery process. He was only a kid when it happened.
But he does remember the hospital smells. He remembers the sounds of his IV bag dripping throughout the night. All the sensory indicators are still fresh in his mind.
“Well, that’s why. You're part-machine.” Eddie points to Steve’s head, expression softening. “And every time we fuck around, I think about your bionic skull. And how glad I am that it keeps your brain from leaking out when I bend you over the way you like it best.”
Steve laughs. The jokes help lighten the mood. Not enough to replace it entirely, but enough for it to be easy to swallow again. 
They’re both quiet as they get ready for bed, folding the covers down. And yeah, sometimes quiet can be nice. Just maybe not right now.
“Hey, Eddie.”
“Yeah?”
Steve stares hard at the pillows. “Are cyborgs like… cool?”
Eddie pauses for a moment, then hops onto the bed. Starts crawling over to Steve with a smug grin. He lifts up to meet Steve’s lips. Kisses him sweeter than normal. Lighter. Starts nodding his head mid-kiss, keeps nodding as he breaks away.
“Yeah, babe. Cyborgs are so fucking cool.”
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fox-guardian · 2 months
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[ID: A digital comic of Sam and Celia from The Magnus Protocol and Danny from The Magnus Archives on a gray background. Everyone is colored in a single color. Sam is red, Celia is green, and Danny is yellow. Sam is a fat Arab man with short curly dark hair, a mustache, and a small goatee, and he is wearing small black earrings, a cardigan, a turtleneck, trousers and loafers. Celia is a slim Korean woman with short dark hair and she is wearing rectangular glasses, piercings including an industrial piercing, an x-shaped earring, and snakebites, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a vest, trousers, and black wrist cuffs. Danny is a tall, beefy Latino man with short hair, a cut in his brow, and a "cat mouth" and he is wearing small hoop earrings and a waiter uniform including an apron and name tag.
Sam and Celia sit at a table looking tired. Sam is resting his chin on his hand and Celia has her fingers steepled.
Sam: We'll NEVER get what we need without this specific thing and/or connection. WHATEVER will we DO?
Danny appears holding a notepad and pen, shrugging sheepishly and smiling with flowers around his head. Sam and Celia sit up, smiling at him excitedly with their hands in the air
Danny: UM, I might just know a guy! Sam: Our regular waiter, Danny Stoker! Celia: You ALWAYS have what we need! Danny: HAHA, what can I say?
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rusty quill i have a suggestion
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gunsatthaphan · 7 months
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not me 🤝🏻 only friends
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screamingblogger · 2 months
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yadda yadda first dnd character is a reflection of the player yadda yadda
only murph could ever play riz and riz could only ever be Murphs character. watching the wheels spin in this mans mind every time any kind of investigation or information gathering comes in to play is insane
the other bad kids stalling conversations until riz gets there because murph already has a full game set match interrogation prepared for Brennan is top notch, sometimes the lines between Brian Murphy and riz gugak disappear completely and baby im here for it
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ryllen · 3 months
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obscure event that confirms yuu is well x x
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mechanicalinfection · 8 months
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He gets a little quirky at night.
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aemond · 21 days
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“that’s my son!” to “that’s my wife!” babygirl evolution
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aether-weather · 9 months
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HAPPY NATIONAL CHAMELEON DAY EVERYPONY
HAVE ESPIO 👍👍
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whatdourelfeyessee · 8 months
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Thinking about Astarion and his asexual swag. You canonically stop sleeping together because he wants time to come into his own. And after you finish his quest you can go meet those drow twins and he becomes really eager to try sex again. He tell you he wants to try, and he'll dart away if he gets overwhelmed. And you have right up until the moment it begins to act him if he's alright, and okay with it. And he is! He's consenting and simingly super into it. But after the act starts you notice how he disassociates. His eyes glaze and he's no longer there. Not to mention during the grave yard scene. You can have sex with him over his own grave (hot) and he takes the lead in it, which really is a great development from the first sex scene with him, where he's hardly there and you do all the work.
But. Instead of sleeping together you can ask Astarion to just. Sit. Hold each other. Cuddle! And he sounds so surprised, then delighted at you asking it.
I don't think there's anything wrong with people who choose that option with him at the grave. He's happy, consenting and eager to sleep with your character. But he's just as happy not to. He's so, so asexual. Not sex averse, clearly. But he obviously only enjoys it with you. (And maybe Halisn idk I never tried the polyam route)
-signed, your local panromantic asexual
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