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#ah how romantic
blackkatdraws · 9 months
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Breaking each other apart is how we show our love
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Juno: walks out on Nureyev one time*
Nureyev: petty about it over a year later after Juno has apologized and explained his reasoning
Nureyev: abandons Juno, writes him a letter about being in love with another man, tells Juno to piss off, gets Juno thrown in jail, seduces another man for profit, breaks up with Juno, accuses him of jealousy, rejects his confession*
Juno: Yeah I'm gonna see this through, he's having a bad day
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What can I say? They're my favorite.
#twdg#twdg clouis#clouis#twdg clementine#twdg louis#sometimes they creep back into my mind and i'm like 'ah yes' like a crow admiring a pretty stone they found years ago and kept#also thank you pi for the screenshots. i used to have a whole folder full of them but that was when i was doing themed nights#the source for these is me i just have a random document full of dynamics and ship things i enjoy because.....i dunno i like keeping track#and so many of them apply to clouis but there's also an overlap of with clouis and rose/alistair [my warden from origins and alistair] like#alistair's romance route is like an evolved matured and extended version of clouis sksksks gee i wonder if i have a type#look you present me with a character who deflects with humor and isn't taken seriously by the rest of the group and the longer you know the#the more you realize how high they've built a wall around themselves and how *unwell* they really are and how they're not as sunshine#as they present themselves and also they avoid leadership and responsibility until they grow closer with someone who pushes them#and they end stronger and more balanced as a person while finding the affection they've craved#and also there's the daddy issues#present me with that character as a romantic option and i'm in no questions asked okay i don't want the mean broody one that's meh to me#i want the one that has every reason to be broody but chooses not to be because they have a completely different defense mechanism#and a warped sense of themselves and self-esteem issues they leave unaddressed until forced to face them#i'm just saying i'm aware that i have a type i'm always going to gravitate toward clouis nearly checks all the boxes#also the lack of clouis these days? my crops are thirsty and i have too many ongoing projects to do anything about it other than this sksks#so until i make time to finish my long ass louis/clouis analysis this is the best i can provide for now
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mystictaledelusion · 2 months
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listen... ive done my moping, ive sulked for long enough about spocks forced female love interests.
it is infinitely funnier if you consider the idea that literally EVERYONE in the federation has the hots for either spock or kirk and then the two idiots get together with each other they break a trillion hearts.
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rainymoodlet · 9 months
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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸
[Ep. Ten] A Night on the Town!
You’re gonna go, I know - ‘cause the free wind is blowing through you hair, and the days surround your daylight there…
These two went on into the early morning! There’s only one proper way to finish an all-night bar crawl, after all - greasy food and first kisses! 🥹 Congratulations, Fabian!
@rebouks
[ Part 2/2 ] 🌹
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flufallo · 10 hours
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Edwin, after catching feelings for his bully back in the early 1900s, falling for his friend of 30 years, replaying the cat king's abs and 'i am fascinated by you' over and over in his head, and meeting up with a astrology loving crow- human: he is a boy and I am a boy. If anything he just enjoys ghosts.
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unsettlingcreature · 3 months
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Btw playing A's route for the first time with an emotionally constipated detective as the two of them dance between wanting to punch each other and daring to admit they have feelings (cringe, they immediately hate it and repeat the dance) was so great until suddenly I was attached to the asshole and rooting for them
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hauntttedbodies · 1 year
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does anyone else think a little too hard about how Kit only ever wanted to be brave and to be loved and then she ended up with a whole rag-tag family and part of not one epic story of love (romantically, with jade) but two (platonically, with elora) and get really emotional
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Ink: *obsessed with Paa (respectfully)* *ignores Pat when Paa is there* *flirts* *is possessive for her attention*
Pat: THIS is exactly how friends are??? I think about my friend, Pran, in the exact same way??? So fun and friendly! ! !!
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Ink: What the fuck?
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islab0bila · 1 month
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Everyone after good omens 2:
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okitanoniisan · 1 month
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translating them my damn self
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okay i know everyone always assumes that trent would be the one who like is experienced and knows what he's doing and is comfortable in his sexuality and out, while ted... well, i've definitely seen some interpretations where he's plenty comfortable, just not really out, but i think a lot of fan content tends towards it either being something he's repressed or he's literally only just discovered, etc. which is all valid by the way, i'm not knocking that at all, and i totally get why that vibe is what people end up going with. but like. have you considered the opposite. ted is like, pretty comfortable in his sexuality, people just make assumptions because he was married to a woman + his whole vibe of affable midwestern dad and all. trent, though, having assumed he was straight up until now, is having a Full Crisis over apparently his first crush being That Goddamn American Coach With The Ridiculous (And Unfortunately Hot??? Somehow?? Is This What Trent Is Into Now???) Mustache.
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fellhellion · 9 months
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whumpacabra · 6 months
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Day 30 - Bridal Carry
Military setting, captivity, abandoned, implied past torture, fever, respiratory illness, carried, successful rescue
[Directly follows Finish Line]
Time crawled on, thick as molasses in that cold tomb. Harrison had expected it to slip away from him, like water between his fingers, but it didn’t. It was laboriously slow in its march, molasses on a cold day.
He couldn’t focus enough to count his breaths, not after 2059, when a cough wracked his fever addled brain. He was so fucking cold. How was he so cold? This was the desert, wasn’t it?
No matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn’t quite pin down the country. Maybe it was Mexico, or France, or Georgia, or Poland, or Spain, or Canada - all that came to mind was the knowledge that he had been hot, and the sun had been bright.
Now he was cold, and the darkness was drowning him.
That, and the sickness rattling in his lungs.
He almost didn’t hear the distant scrape of metal over his wheezing, wet breaths. He was dimly aware it was a door that led to the primary holding cells. A selfish, irrational part of him hoped to hear another prisoner’s pleas. The terrified, desperate part of him knew there were no prisoners left to torture.
Save for him.
The door to the Box was heavy, a thick slab of stone without hinges. It took two men to pry it open enough to shove him in here. If he had been lucid enough to care, he could only hear a single set of footsteps.
He flinched at the sound of the stone being moved, eyes flitting around in panic. The Box was a small, sparse, space; two men could stand inside together, albeit in great discomfort. Harrison was alone, and had enough space to curl his knees to his chest where he sat on the cold ground.
A terrible place to be if his captors wanted to kick in his already broken ribs.
Strain as he may, he didn’t have the strength to stand - was he shivering again or were his muscles really trying to haul his skeletal frame from the floor? So he tucked his head down, hoping to at least protect his teeth from the blows.
He kept his eyes open, relief flooding his blood as light filtered into the inky darkness. The fear of pain and the joy of sight were a tangled knot in his chest, but the fear won as a hand grabbed his shoulder.
His eyes snapped shut, a ragged growl catching on his raw throat. He sank as deeply as he could into the shallow alcove, as futile as it was.
The person above him was speaking, words garbled and foreign to his ears. It wasn’t Arabic, or Spanish, or Russian - he wasn’t even sure if it was English, his muddled mind too tired to parse the sounds.
All he knew were the hands prying him from his corner of hell peace The Box to drag him to a fresh interrogation cell lined with the ghosts of his dead friends -
He cracked an eye open, surprised that they were letting him struggle against their hold for so long. Did they forget the cattle prod?
He blinked once. Twice. His body fell limp in their arms. It wasn’t a captor he recognized.
Were they new? New was bad. New meant they would try something new. Or go back to the old that hadn’t worked then, but might work now.
“Stay with me, Sargent.” The hand that cradled his head to their chest was firm but gentle, calloused and cold. “Fuck, you’re burning up.”
Their accent was thick, and the thought of a western cowboy rescuing him was enough to bring a bubbled of laughter from his heaving ribs. The stranger sighed, their frustration far less gentle than their hands. Harrison’s short lived outburst was silenced by a frantic coughing fit spurred by his attempt to be quiet.
“Breathe for me soldier, be a shame to come all the way out here for you to choke on your own spit.” There was a softness to their words as they loosened their hold on his shaking shoulders. He slumped forward back into their arms, legs too weak to hold his weight. “Christ - I’m gonna pick you up, alright?”
Harrison managed a wobbly nod before strong arms hoisted him into a bridal carry. His vision warped as they began to walk, the reality reeling in his fevered fears. He cautiously let his eyes drift to the soldier’s face.
They were angelic, haloed by the old, yellowed fluorescent bulbs of the compound. A clean shaven jawline chiseled from marble and clear, warm, brown eyes sharp as they scanned the path forward.
“W-wh…o?” The word was barely audible, wheezed from a throat hoarse from screams and lungs heavy with infection. Those sharp eyes fixed his own blurry gaze with a tenderness that rumbled from their chest as they spoke.
“Agent Walker. Let’s get you home, Sargent Harrison.”
[Directly before Alone]
(Part of my Freelancers: Swansong series)
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wereh0gz · 4 months
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I wish all sontails shippers go to hell no matter what
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Employee 416, with varying levels of bumpscocity (Patreon)
#Doodles#The Stanley Parable#TSP#Employee 416#My very first Stanley Parable OCs hhhhh#No Sinister doesn't count he's just a slightly different Stanley lol - plus my subconscious came up with him!#These two were on purpose - I've been wanting to make a TSP OC for years now! I just never had inspiration strike until now#I was so sure I was going to pick a random number and give 'em a quick doodle and be like Ye :D My little guy#Stanley's a little guy my little guy's a little guy it's all little guys! Perfect and fitting!#Lol it's never that easy is it#I ended up with two! And with an Employee who was specifically highlighted in-game!! Ah!#416 gave me ideas what can I say lol#Two specifically and I really can't decide which I like better hmmmm#They both got the ponytail treatment tho lol#Employee 416 being all about the Figleys but not at all Employee 427 is very funny to me lol#''How dare you sully the good name of Stanfiglurines by comparing them to that dork'' haha#And then there's the exact opposite - someone who admires Stanley from a distance but never up close and personal#Maybe they would've before the Narrator erased everyone?? Although the Figure Hunt goes on during the absense of everyone!#So he's set up in a kind of liminal state of existence haha#Although I think his feelings aren't exactly romantic - or platonic! A little closer to platonic but hmmm#Either way Employee 416 v1 does not appreciate v2 being so hype about him lol - it's supposed to be about the figures man!
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