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#Sticky Note Soul
vibeamphibian · 16 days
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Loved them
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hwaitham · 5 months
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halloo evipaw ! ! ( ྀི ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) with a wave of my wand i wish upon u a sweet wednesday n' a restful night of sleep n' a heart forever at peace ,, pls feel kisses frm mi + ur faves in da warmth of the sun on ur skin ❤︎⊹˚˖
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karda · 2 years
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started a new journal !! heres the first 2 pages :o]
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ketchupkio · 1 year
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Drew a lil bapy on a sticky note this evening
Flicker is from @ageless-soul-au, please don't tag as LU!
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its-paperd · 1 year
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I had ErrorKiller brainrot earlierrr.
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What if Killer dies- but stays behind as a ghost, leaving notes for Error, but only Error can see them?
ouhhhh good plan good plan 👀 ouhh imagine the grief he had gone through when he got the news and then a few days later he keeps getting sticky notes ..... they all claimed to be killer but he doesn't believe it
" if you really are Killer, then tell me something only we both know. "
you stitched a rose from your bouquet i gave you when we first got together.
" ... fair enough. i missed you. "
i missed you too, jellyfish.
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grimfutureau · 2 years
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They’re both adults here so I had fun with new designs :)
Transcript (?):
Amelia (right, holding the lighter): You better not catch fire
Soul: What the hell are you doing?
Maia: COUGH
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cousticks · 5 months
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i can have 1247863 thoughts about The Media a minute. unfortunately they're all in a language lost to time beamed directly into my head and cannot be translated to mortal tongues
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solanairowe · 2 months
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sza has a pisces moon? no wonder i get her
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chonnysinferno · 6 months
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little doodles from school that midas [blue] and atlas {red} did :-)
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andylantsov · 2 years
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You know, and it pains me a great deal to say this, but this is probably how their story would have ended post-canon. There’s so much hope in me that the M guys honour their end of the deal, but they literally are the mafia, so we can never be too sure. I hope something happens after Neil’s gone that makes the M guys not want to bother going after Jean and Kevin. I hope they get to make it out of this absolutely shitty situation. 
To the writer Fortheloveofexy ( @fortheloveofexy is this you?), there’s no more comments allowed on the fic so I hope you don’t mind me writing all this here. You have put to words something I feared greatly yet still suspected would happen. (Also your works are amazing so yay! and thank you for writing them all and putting them out in the world for us to read. It’s a treat, always, whether it makes one cry or smile giddily)
I hope that Andrew could get some closure, that he could heal- of course, we know how much they both mean to the other so it’s obviously not as simple as that, but a girl can hope. 
Also, I love the dynamic between Andrew and Aaron. Twinyards supremacy. I love how Andrew embraced Aaron as his anchor in a very vulnerable moment, and I love that Aaron knew his brother so well that he could understand what he needed. I loved their communication.
Anyway yeah if this long paragraph doesn’t make it obvious enough, this fic gave me ✨feelings✨ and I wanted to talk about it. Thank you for reading!
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eepygeto · 1 year
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ofc he drinks it off your skin who do you think he is?? gojo loves luxury and nothing is more luxurious than the feel your tits under his tongue
i’m gonna need to hear some pretty moans too btw
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cakesplice · 1 year
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lots of kmhn-esque songs on the new ptv album btw 😏
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plantcrazy · 2 years
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I live!
I'm just busy >>
I'll try to get a better update your way in a week or two.
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nerdpoe · 3 months
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Constantine makes a deal with the Spirit of Kronos.
In return for all contracts he has made regarding his soul being voided, and for Kronos himself to be John's Patron, he has to take a ghost core into himself and nurture it until it's independent.
Easy.
Infinite Realms beings are fiercely independent, and he estimates that one year of hosting and three months of looking after is nothing compared to the headache that he was going to have to go through to get those contracts voided.
The Spirit of Kronos assures him that this task will be on par, and that the payment for doing this is actually equal. He'll have to be sober, not a single drop of liquor or booze, not a single cigarette, for the entire duration.
Which. Okay, yeah, that sounds a little difficult.
So John accepts, expecting this to be kinda hard. But it's not.
The Core he houses is barely noticeable. Barely there. It takes a lot of magic, and eats a lot of ecto, and he's starting to realize that this core may have been severely damaged. This may be more than a year of hosting.
Then it starts to effect him.
He gets cravings, he's a little more emotional due to Realms Spirits being based on emotions, he sleeps more because of the little core leeching off of his magic reserves.
Other heroes start to notice.
He starts getting left out of missions, JLD and JL both checking in on him periodically. They don't know, but they know something is up.
Then he feels it one and a half years after accepting the deal; the tiny core is finally ready to come into the world. Soon, so soon, he'll be able to drink and smoke again, worry free.
The tiny ghost materializes in front of him - and John lunges forward to catch it before it falls to the floor.
Because that's not a ghost.
That's a human baby.
A green sticky note pops onto the kids forehead, and John realizes he may have just been bamboozled.
'His name is Daniel, and the deal stands until he is legally able to be independent per American Law. I look forward to our partnership.
CW'
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garoujo · 6 months
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✩ ˛˚ . KAMO CHOSO — choso thinks he may be addicted to the feeling of your fingers in his hair.
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ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, face sitting, hair pulling (choso’s), pet names, questionable characterisation! ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! first time writing for choso so i am v sorry in advance <3
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you hear choso growl from where he’s pressed underneath you, face shoved between your thighs as you grind down into the steady lav of his tongue. his cheeks and the lower half of his face are slick, soaked with your juices as they drip and pool onto the sheets beneath him.
you feel his fingers flex into the flesh of your hips, pulling you deeper— sure to leave a mark everytime your thighs tighten around his head, like he’d gladly take his last breath from between your legs as he groans.
“shit, keep doing that, princess.” you hear your dark haired lover gasp as he breathes deep before he buries himself back into you. but the low tone of choso’s voice still manages to send vibrations straight through your clit, making your hips twitch with the sudden jolt of pleasure as you press yourself down into his mouth.
your fingers tighten in his hair as you ride him, so greedily as your hole clenches around his tongue and he loves the way you pull at the messy hair style, musing it beneath your touch as you pull at the roots. “so good~ fuck!” you throw your head back at how greedily he devours you, like he’s been starved for eternity— pouring his soul between your folds as it burns through you.
“you know what comes next.” choso moans shakily, his words almost lost between his messy movements as you give him a doe-eyed, glassy look. you whimper when he pulls away momentarily, sliding his slender fingers between your folds before he’s spreading you lewdly and diving back in— slurping and smacking at the taste of you that has his cock twitching between his thighs.
if you were to look behind you, you’d see what your taste does to him— what you do to him as pre-cum gathers around his blunt tip. he pays no mind to it, not when he’s got you straddling him face, too focused on feeling you cream around his tongue.
“you’re gonna cum for me, okay?” he feels sticky, the air in the room heavy as he laps at your clit—he’s flushed from his cheeks to his chest and there’s a thin sheen of sweat over his toned torso but he needs more, messier. his palm comes down heavy against your ass as he sends you deeper into him, squeezing roughly at the skin—but it only allows him to push his tongue even further past your folds to dip into your hole, lewd squelches filling the room as he fucks you with the muscle.
choso feels lightheaded at the arousal pooling in his stomach, his cock aching for any sort of friction but he’s just so lost in you instead. wrapping his lips around your clit before sucking it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to roll the sensitive bud so he can feel you jerk in his hold, his large palms rocking you against his mouth as he groans against you once more.
“right there, ‘m gonna—ah!” you jolt slightly but his strong grip keeps you in place, forbidding you from moving as he holds you above him — fingers squeezing into your skin.
“use me—k-keep going.” he almost growls, his words breathless and needy and you feel the coil in your stomach tighten when you look behind you to watch his own hips twitch at the idea of you cumming on his face, paired with the pressure of you grinding down on tongue.
choso’s movements are almost desperate, your skin feels on fire when the pleasure races through you while you hear his own quiet moans against your cunt— lost between smacks and suckling noises. your thighs tremble either side of him and you babble, your clit knocking against his nose with every buck of your hips as you drag yourself along his mouth, your arousal drenching the sheets below you both.
“that’s it, give it to me, princess.”
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astraystayyh · 3 months
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the premise : u apply lipgloss on felix because ofc he suits glossy lips except it takes an emotional turn???? because felix is perfect sorry. this is fluffyyyy and the sanest reaction to this man being ur bf (and these pics. these pics....)
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“lixie, stay still,” you giggle, body nestled between felix’s legs. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, hands propped on the sleek ebony marble as you apply a shimmering lip gloss to his lips.
“but don't you wanna know what changbin said to me?”
“of course i wanna know what creative pickup line he used on you today. of course i do, baby,” you smile and he rolls his eyes at the sarcasm dripping from your tone, his tongue poking against his cheek before gliding in (fake) annoyance over his lips.
“but…” he muses, tilting his head to the side, his hands finding your waist once again (they've been away for two minutes too long).
“but when your mouth moves i can't technically apply lipgloss to it.”
“maybe you're just a bad make-up artist,” he teases, before quickly planting a kiss on your temple. “kidding baby. you're the very best at everything you do.”
“you're actually incapable of being mean,” you laugh heartily, your thumb swiping across his chiseled jaw.
“i am very much capable of being mean,” he pouts, his eyes widening slightly, golden light spilling into his pupils— it refracts into an arrow delving straight into your heart.
“you can't say this in the softest voice and expect me to agree.”
“i am very much capable of being mean,” he repeats, only this time his timber is many many octaves lower. his voice reverberates straight through your stomach, a deep melody orchestrating the untamed butterflies in your stomach.
“this is the equivalent of a kitten throwing a punch to me,” you pull his face closer, and he shakes his head, mouth shut tightly as you reapply the glitter infused gloss on his lips, going delicately over his cupid's bow. his eyes are boring onto you, yet you don't shy away from his gaze. it is a kind one— like a blanket knitted with love thrown over your body.
“done,” you whisper, hands trailing up to his hair, blonde silky locks akin to threads of sunlight. you think he must be favored by the stars— how they stored the sun inside every component of his being for him to keep safe.
“you have the prettiest lips,” your voice is suddenly hoarse, thumb grazing slightly over his lips, ones shaped like a heart— akin to the one freckle he has right underneath his eye.
it wasn't enough for him to have the kindest soul, no, love needed to be etched onto his skin too.
“felix,” you rasp out his name.
he catches your tears before you sense them falling, swiping his thumbs delicately on your cheek. “angel?”
“you're an idiot.”
“am i?” he brings you to his chest swiftly, your nose buried in the orange blossoms and sea notes of his skin— your home, the one you'd recognize in blindness, in despair, in safety, in love.
“i wanted to apply this lipgloss on you because shimmer would suit your angelic lips and then we'd make out. but you just had to be so beautiful and pure that it makes me wanna cry.”
“I'm sorry,” he says and you giggle, more tears spilling from your eyes.
“see, this is what i mean. why are you apologizing. this is so silly and you're so perfect and i can't believe you love me.”
“well i do,” he leans away, kissing your forehead tenderly. the sticky lip gloss lingers on your skin. “i love you so much, angel. i will only ever love you.”
“promise me?” you ask in a feat of vulnerability almost foreign to your being.
“i promise.”
you believe him.
“thank you. please don't put this lipgloss near anyone else or it'll make them cry too.”
“i think that's just you baby,” he grins, his thumb swiping over your thigh comfortingly, then, his nose brushing against your own. “kiss?”
you close your eyes, a sigh of relief, of longing escaping your body. “please.”
to be loved by felix— maybe you're the one favored by the stars after all.
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