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kiwi-b0nes · 1 year
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soft embrace 🐦
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221beloved · 7 months
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Honorbound
“Now little Watson, what do you want to do next?” The child looked at him with big eyes, an intense blue like a stormy ocean. Only once had Sherlock seen such blue eyes before, and he had fallen immediately for them. He blinked and refocused his vision. He shouldn't think about this with little Watson sitting in front of him, waiting for him to entertain her. “Do you want to see the book I found last week?” he asked. Rosie's eyes grew even bigger and she made a high pitched, approving noise. Sherlock lifted himself from the floor and went to the desk to pick up said book. When he returned to sitting on the floor, he once again realised that his body wasn't getting any younger. He sighed, leaned his back against his chair and motioned Rosie to him, placing her in his lap, her back against his chest, so they could read the book together. Well, read... the book contained mostly pictures, the title, “At the Zoo,” apparently only for parents. Or others. They flipped through the pages, Rosie pointing at animals or buildings, and Sherlock explaining the object under her finger in a low voice. She won't keep anything of what he says, but they're both occupied, so be it. Rosie became more and more sleepy, and by the time they reached the middle of the book she was dozing, head fallen back against Sherlocks chest. Careful he closed the book and put it to the side. He lowered his face and brushed his nose through Rosies blond, curly hair. She smelled like baby products, clean clothes and skin. He closed his eyes and took another breath. There it was, just the faintest note of Johns scent. John. Like the first rays of sunshine, after a harsh and gloomy winter. He sighed and let his head fall back against his chair. John was out tonight. Just an hour ago, Sherlock had opened the door to find John on his doormat, smiling sheepishly with little Watson on his hip. The day before, he had met an old friend from uni, whose wife had a friend, who was searching for a partner. And so John had got a date. A date, and no one to look after his daughter, so he came to ask Sherlock. And Sherlock had said yes. Of course he had. He would say yes to anything John was asking for.He could have said no, refused to take care of Rosie, so John couldn't have gone to the date. He could have prevented the possibility for John, to find someone else and marry again, leaving Sherlock behind again. All Sherlock would have needed to do, was to say no. But John asked him to take care of her, so Sherlock was taking care of her. All while John was sitting in a restaurant and probably falling in love with someone else. Again. He sighed and looked down at the little girl, sleeping in his lap. He loved her. He loved her nearly as much as he loved her father. He placed a gentle kiss on her hair and let his head fall back again. He would give everything for the Watsons to be happy. Everything.
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First time participating in a challege
Just tagging some mutuals, text me if you want to be removed
@angstober
@jawnscoffee @jawnn-watson @holmesianlove @topsyturvy-turtely @iamjustreading @thegildedbee @thatswhyhestays @missdeliadili @7-percent
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feltpool · 5 months
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SW Calendar 2023
Oh yes, it's that time of year again, bring out the advent calendar!
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fangirl-paba · 11 months
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June 12 | Day 1: Favourite Photoshoot.
I love EVERY photoshoot Rafa is on because he’s so good in everything he does.
But this one? This one is special.
I love the “Oh! He’s Fun but also Sexy as Fuck” vibe it gives. ❤️
#RafaelSilvaAppreciationWeek
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@fluffbruary
finally... a little late, but hey, I hope you enjoy!
day 01 - rescue
This chapter also covers the prompt "would you rather be raised from the death or watch somebody die" for the Halloween Flash Bingo at @slumberpartybingo
and for @thefamilybruno because - well - it´s a Gaston-redemption au... 🧡
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fuckmyskywalker · 2 months
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Daily balls post
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sophia-codes · 7 months
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100 days of code - day 01
Well, I was procrastinating on doing this, so I'll just start, and that's it.
I don't feel like a have a coding habit, because I do not code every day, and I procrastinate a lot when doing some projects. So I decide to join the challenge to help me achieve this goal of having a solid coding habit and also practice my English.
A was unsure whether to start from day 00 or day 01, although I like starting from 00 I don't like ending on 99, so I'll start from 01 😊
Today I learn a little about CSS flex box, I'm doing the "the odin project" bootcamp, I don't think that I like front-end that much, but I want to at least have a basic knowledge about it.
Also, I did a Leetcode today (was an easy level), I wanna get a streak there like in Duolingo.
Plus, I started to learn a new programming language that I was aiming, Rust, today I read a lot about it, wrote a simple "hello, world", and learned a lot about its package manager, "cargo", that I liked a lot, because it can build your project easily. In "C/C++" I have to manually put all the source files into the Makefile, and then compile, cargo does it all automatically.
I almost forgot to mention that the Rust's mascot is a crab 🦀, just like it's for Tumblr, I guess it's fate.
That's it for today :)
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dragonfoxstar · 2 months
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Mississippi Anime Fest Day 01!
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I got to cosplay Keith Kogane from Voltron today with my sister as Duo Maxwell from Gundam at Day 01 of Mississippi Anime Fest!
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areyouokaypanda · 7 months
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I don't usually post OCs here, but I'm doing @angstober this year so I figured why not? I'm using a cast of goblin OCs that I sent on an adventure last year. Don't have any specific plans for them other than using prompts to explore story ideas, but we'll see where it goes!
Day 1: Honorbound
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weilaverdui · 7 months
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Angstober day 1. Honorbound
What guides the mighty Iudex of Fontaine? Is he bound by the oaths, by his devotions to justice? Why he stays among surging human emotions and under the gaze of an annoying god?
Ok, i just love Neuvillette, and this is a little trat to me and @masterofrecords
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betabug64 · 5 months
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It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! SID ponders as he jots down everything in his notebook full of his writings since he was four! (Day 1)
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Keep Me Fed All Year
Dean has a small crisis of faith at a fall festival.
Suptober prompt: Maze/Maize Flufftober prompt: Wearing Each Other's Clothes Fictober prompt: “I chose you.” Inktober prompt: Gargoyle
(Read on AO3)
Summer in Kansas was over, there was no debating that. A late-September frost had hustled in all of the usual seasonal accoutrements: sweaters and scarves, changing leaves, pumpkin spice everything, and signs on every corner in town for–
“What on earth is a 'maize maze'?”
His angel wasn't fully an angel any more, but he could still look mighty smitey when he didn't grok a piece of pop culture. Dean chuckled and reached across the Impala's bench seat for Cas's hand.
“It's a 'family fun' kinda deal, babe. Farmer carves a bunch of twisty paths in his cornfield and charges folks top dollar to tramp around in there and get lost.”
Cas's furrowed brow did not clear at this explanation. “And where is the fun part of that?”
“Most times there's other attractions. The farmer's wife sells some cookies, his kids run a few little games. It's cute.” He realized just a moment too late that those last two words had determined his Saturday plans. Cas was a sucker for things that were cute. The collection of baby animal figurines on the shelf above his side of the bed was testament to that. As if on cue...
“Can we go?”
“'Course, sunshine. Anything you want.”
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Which is how Dean finds himself handing over a twenty to a gangly pre-teen in a gargoyle costume. The kid folds the bill in half, then in half again, working with the exaggerated focus only an eleven-year-old with his very first grown-up job can muster, and drops it neatly in the slot on top of the metal box in front of him.
“Welcome to the Johnson family harvest festival corn maze is straight ahead maps are here on the table hay ride line forms next to the barn hot apple cider donuts come out of the fryer every fifteen minutes please enjoy your stay thank you for coming!!” He punctuates his spiel with a fast inhale, like the whole speech takes exactly one lung full of air to produce.
Dean nods and grabs a map, shoving it into his back pocket for emergency reference only. He ambles over to the cornstalk-bedecked entrance gate where his husband is waiting. Cas is wearing a navy blue Carhartt jacket that used to be Dean's. It looks about a million times better on him than it ever did on Dean. There's a soft gray knit cap on his head, and a matching scarf around his neck. (Cas gets chilled easily now that he's 90% human, so Dean always makes sure to wrap him up nice and snug whenever they go out.)
Dean's wearing his husband's cardigan, a favor returned after Cas saw the hungry look in Dean's eyes when Cas had tried on his Carhartt. The sweater's thick and warm, but it's definitely not Dean's usual lumberjack-meets-bounty-hunter vibe, so it's making him feel a little itchy.
A lot about this moment is making him itchy, actually. He's standing next to a cheerful scarecrow that’s holding an IT'S FALL Y'ALL sign. He's dressed like Mr. Rogers and he's probably gonna go on a hay ride in a few minutes. The man-shaped being next to him is wearing his mom's wedding ring, a ring that Dean pushed onto his finger in front of a raggedy band of their nearest and dearest, promising to love him always in this world and all others. All around him he sees happy families engaging in wholesome fun and there's a skull-filling siren blaring in his brain. This is not for you, it screams. These things are not for you.
Suddenly he's about three seconds from a panic attack. His heart starts trying to punch its way through his rib cage, and he's envying that eleven-year-old his lungs full of air. His eyes dart as he tries to scope out a quiet place to hide while he rides this shit out.
“It's okay to enjoy this,” Cas whispers in his ear. “You're allowed to be here.”
Dean's heart rate immediately slows, the panic ebbing as his husband takes his hand. Grateful tears spring to his eyes and Cas brushes them away with chilly fingers.
“Damn, sweetheart,” Dean murmurs, turning to bury his face in the crook of Cas's neck. “How do you always know when I'm freaking out?”
“Still 10% angel, remember? Besides, I know you inside and out, beloved. You still don't think you deserve to be saved.”
Dean huffs a watery laugh into the collar of Cas's jacket.
“Don't deserve to be this happy,” he agrees. “Don't deserve you.”
“Well, who knows what either of us deserves,” the angel says with a soft laugh as he leans his head sideways against Dean's. “But this is what we have. I chose you. You chose me. We're here and it's a beautiful day and I love you. So let's go inside. Did I hear that boy say something about donuts?”
Dean's tears come faster after that, and he drops Cas's hands to wrap both arms tight around his love. He's gonna need a minute here, but once he's calmed down a little they are going to eat themselves sick on apple cider donuts and get lost in a goddamn cornfield and Dean is so fucking happy he's afraid he might burst.
(Title from Harvest Festival by XTC)
Continued here...
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darkwingsnark · 1 year
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Duckvember: Horny Duck
Sometimes it’s easy to cast away the angel on your shoulder and embrace the worst side of you...
As Donald Duck knows a thing or two about.
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feltpool · 1 year
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Day 01
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sofya-fanfics · 2 years
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Wearing Each Other’s Clothes
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My Flufftober 2022 contribution for the prompt : Wearing Each Other’s Clothes.
I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.
Summary : Night had fallen, they were in the middle of the forest and Natsu was lighting a fire. In a second, flames appeared, bringing a gentle heat. Natsu sat down next to Lucy. He took off his jacket and put it on her shoulders.
Disclaimer : Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.
@flufftober​​​
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Lucy wrapped her arms around her, shivering with cold. Her top was torn and she was soaked. She sighed, thinking that this sort of thing always happened to her.
Earlier in the day, her team had gone on a mission and they were attacked by mages from a dark guild. She and Natsu had been separated from the rest of the team.
Night had fallen, they were in the middle of the forest and Natsu was lighting a fire. In a second, flames appeared, bringing a gentle heat. Natsu sat down next to her. He took off his jacket and put it on Lucy's shoulders. She hugged the garment around her. It was a usual situation. They were fighting against a mage and at one point during the battle, Lucy was half-naked, her clothes were torn and Natsu was always there to help her. She looked at him, he was shirtless.
“Aren't you cold ?” She asked.
He smiled at her. A huge smile that always warmed her heart.
“I'm fine. I'm always hot anyway.”
Natsu was a fire mage, his body was always hot. Some people complained that when they were next to him, he gave off immense heat. But Lucy had never complained. On the contrary, she liked to feel his warmth.
A breeze got up, and Lucy shivered despite the campfire.
“Are you still cold?” Natsu asked.
She nodded and before she could protest, Natsu unrolled his scarf and wrapped half of it around Lucy's neck. Both were wrapped in Natsu's scarf. He put his arm around her shoulders.
“Is it better ?”
Lucy nodded and smiled. She pulled the scarf up over her nose and smelled Natsu's scent. She snuggled up to him, enjoying the warmth he was giving her.
The end
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Friendly and normal
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Domaystic 2023
Day 01: Housewarming
Fandom: Frozen / Kristanna modern au Rating: G Words: 689
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K. Bjorgman was written on the door.
Oh dear, Anna hoped her next neighbour was not a freak or some kind of psycho. You never knew in those days. As awkward as she felt, it could not get any worse, and if he was not nice, she would never knock on that door again, trying to avoid the person. So, she rang.
The door opened, the tall blond man looked at her with a sincere mimic, and Anna could hear some classic rock music in the background. First impression: friendly and normal.
"Hi. Uhm... I'm sorry... uhm... I just moved in next door today. My name is Anna Rendelle, and uhm... sorry to bother you..." she gestured nervously towards her door and then wrung her hands in front of her chest.
"Hello, welcome. I noticed the moving company today."
"Oh, yes. Well... the thing is... um... this is a bit embarrassing now..." Anna chuckled, bit her lower lip and shrugged apologetically. 
"Are you all right. Can I help you with anything?" Mr. Bjorgman was now looking sideways at her apartment, as if there was something wrong with it.
"Uhm... yes... but, well... hehe... could I borrow a roll of toilet paper from you?" Anna waved her hands exaggeratedly to explain the situation before the man could say anything - his raised eyebrows made her skin crawl. "You see, the corner shop is already closed, and I am too exhausted to take the bus to the nearest supermarket. I completely forgot. I am so sorry. I will pay you back. I mean, I will refund you, or get you a new one, or well, whatever... hehe". She ducked her head between her shoulders.
Gosh, he must think she's stupid...
But the man chuckled and held his hands up in a reassuring manner.
"Hey, hey, nothing to be embarrassed about. I know how stressful it is to move into a new place. Hang on."
He disappeared and returned with the lifesaving roll of paper.
"Here. Anything else?"
“Oh no!” Anna waved a hand and took the roll gratefully. “Thank you so much.”
“That´s okay.”
“Well, good night then, and thanks again. You literally saved my… you know what, right?” Anna giggled and tugged a hairstrand behind her ear, and Mr. Bjorgman laughed.
“I get it. Well, have a good first night in your new home, too.”
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Anna stood in her bedroom and groaned as she looked around. Unpacking would have to wait. She desperately needed to get some sleep. At least her mattress on the floor was already covered, ready for her to snuggle into the sheets. She was rummaging through her suitcase to find her pyjamas when a knock on the door of her flat caught her attention.
"Hi." Mr Bjorgman shrugged apologetically.
"Hi." Anna smiled, noticing the man holding out a bag of toast and a chocolate spread for her.
"I thought you might need something for breakfast, since you didn't have time to go shopping?"
Anna stared at those chocolate brown eyes, then at the chocolate spread in his hand, the toast, then back at that friendly face and bit her lower lip.
"Are you serious?"
"It's not much, and to be honest I don't eat chocolate spread. I bought it for my niece, for when she comes to visit. I'm sure Emily won't mind you having it." He shrugged and smiled as Anna took the items from him.
"This is so kind of you. And now I'm embarrassed again because I can't even invite you in for a coffee or something." Anna made an apologetic face.
"Oh, no. Don't worry." Mr Bjorgmann winked. "If you are thinking of having a house-warming party, just invite me."
"Oh, yes, of course!" Anna nodded seriously.
"I was kidding. Don't bother."
"But you're right. After all, your toilet paper is hanging in my bathroom."
"Well, yeah... I forgot about that." He laughed.
Anna pressed her breakfast to her chest and smiled.
“Well, then, good night, again, Mr. Bjorgman.”
“Good night, Miss Rendelle.”
“It´s Anna.” She blurted out.
“Nice to meet you, Anna. It´s Kristoff.”
“Nice to meet you, Kristoff.”
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