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hermitcraft-daily · 24 days

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[18] BOOP

#day 18 #stressmonster101 #iskall85

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mochiwei · 6 months

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Day 18: Boss

#puppet zelda #my art #illustration #artists on tumblr #fan art #digital art #mochiwei #procreate #zelda #tloz #princess zelda #twilight princess #linktober 2023 #linktober #drawtober 2023 #drawtober #day 18 #boss #this fight was so good

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adeleine-everyday · 2 months

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day 18

looking at the world from a new perspective

#i love thinkign about her first time on the warp star.. ...this picture is innacurate shed be screaming her head off probably #but mannn imagine getting to see your world bathed in the suns embrace as you watch from high above surrounded by magic #adeleine kirby #adeleine #kirby series #kirby #day 18 #meant to kimd of look like the twitter style but idk how well this one translates

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pellucid-constellations · 7 months

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angstober (3)

Prompt: "But I love you"

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/n: This takes place at the beginning of civil war :) ANGST!! I love angstober <3

You can also read my angstober drabbles here and here (if you wanna)!!

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This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

God, how things were supposed to be different.

Bucky rummaged through a backpack he’d thrown in the corner of your apartment sometime last month. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Now, you were left wondering just how many items he’d strewn about his life, a randomized placement of his belongings all ready for him if he needed to bolt.

Would he take you, too? Were you not something he considered his?

“Bucky, talk to me. What’s going on?” you tried. You’d already asked that same question in three different ways. After he’d barged through your door with his hoodie drawn up to his chin and his hat low on his forehead, you’d bombarded him with questions. He hadn’t answered any of them.

And he was wearing gloves. He hadn’t worn gloves around you in a long time.

“I can’t tell you. Can’t stay here.”

You were grateful for a response this time, at least. You tracked him with your gaze as he zipped up his backpack and moved through your kitchen, removing pots and pans from your cabinet in a loud, clattering motion. He reached his arm in until his elbow disappeared within the wooden doors and then pulled it back out, a gun now firm in his grip.

“When did you put that in there?” you startled, uncrossing your arms from your chest. You were still in your pajamas. Bucky had gone to get breakfast and left you in bed. And now he was leaving.

“A while ago,” he responded, the words barely forming on his lips.

He was moving again before you could truly voice your bafflement, shrugging the bag over his shoulders and readjusting the straps. Panic surged through your chest and up your throat. He really was leaving. You knew he’d been running from something when you met all those months ago, but there had been nothing wrong when he left this morning. You made him feel safe. He wanted to stay with you. He’d told you that himself.

You reached out a hand and he jolted at the contact, gaze shooting up to meet yours. Your eyes flickered between his own, desperation clear in your expression as you pleaded with him. “Don’t leave. Tell me what’s happened.”

Your hand burned on his shoulder but you couldn’t remove it.

He looked almost as ruined as you did, but there was something else behind his eyes. Determination, maybe? Resolve?

“I can’t.”

It was the shortness that ultimately broke you. You heaved out a pained breath as your waterline filled, letting your hand drop. Your arm swung uselessly down to your side and you bit into your lip as your eyelashes gathered moisture.

Bucky’s stoic demeanor fractured, a tiny sliver showing you the man you’d come to know. The one you’d carved out from cold, hard stone. It had taken you weeks to get him to smile, even longer to get him to finally kiss you. When he spent the night for the first time, he was too stiff to hold you. But that was all different now. He was different now.

He had told you he wanted to stay. That he wanted to keep you safe.

You saw that part of Bucky as his lips twisted into an uncomfortable grimace, his arms reaching out to haul you into his chest.

“C’mere,” he grunted out, chin resting on the crown of your head. “C’mere, honey, I’m sorry.”

You cried into his chest, hiccuping as you asked, “Why are you leaving? I can come with you. I want to help you.”

He shushed you, running gloved hands along the back of your head. “Can’t, baby. Where I’m headed isn’t safe. I’ve been real lucky for a while but that luck’s run out.”

“Bucky, you can’t—”

“I’m not good for you here. I need to keep you safe and I can’t do that while I’m being selfish. I’d give anything to bring you with me, but I won’t put you in danger.”

You pressed your nose into his chest, willing the feel of him into your memory. You could hardly breathe like this, but that didn’t matter. When he left, when he was really and truly gone, you probably wouldn’t be able to breathe at all.

Your hardwood floor creaked beneath your feet as Bucky stepped closer and burrowed you further into his body, his lips pressing hard against your forehead. You hated this apartment—this tiny, cloistered space in Romania. It would only serve as a reminder of him once he was gone.

Maybe you would move.

But would he be able to find you, once it was safe? Would he come looking?

The thought made your chest constrict. What if he never came back?

Bucky pulled back from you, taking your face into his palms. His face scrunched up in displeasure at the tears still glistening on your cheeks, and he tried to remedy them with the pad of his thumb. They kept coming, even when you’d stopped crying.

“I have to go. Longer I stay here, the more danger you’re in.”

Your next words fell from your lips without hesitation, tears thick in your tone as you stressed, “But I love you.”

Bucky froze, mouth parting. You’d said it with so much sadness, so much heaviness in the words he’d been aching to hear for so long. You hadn’t said them yet because you didn’t want to scare him off.

But he was leaving now. There was nothing to lose.

The kiss he pressed to your lips was hard and rushed and a breath left his nose with so much tension a low groan accompanied the action. His fingers were gripping your jaw and desperately trembling. His feet were slotted between yours and you tugged at his jacket to bring him closer, closer, closer.

“That’s why I have to leave,” Bucky huffed out against your lips, eyes closed. He couldn’t watch as he left you. “I’m gonna find you again. Even if it’s in another life.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes #angstober 2023 #day 18

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autisticaradiamegido · 3 months

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more timerails please please please im living off of that content and your art is so edible

day 18

thank u i just think theyre neat

#day 18 #year 5 #aradia megido #dave strider #aradave #im glad timerails is catching on lol i feel like i should switch to that tag honestly??#just so the folks looking for exclusively pale/platonic aradave art can find it better?#but i also am not sure if enough people use that as the ship name for it to be worth it

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rogueddie · 2 months

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Bored Fascination T | 234 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is listening to them ramble about the things they're interested in that you don't understand

Steve doesn't think he'll ever understand how DnD works. He suspects it's because, when Eddie talks about his games, he doesn't always stop to explain everything.

When he used to, trying to explain everything so Steve can keep up, he would often forget where he was in the story.

It's clear to him that Eddie loves talking about his games though. So Steve nods, tries to look like he understands, and quietly waits for Eddie to tell his stories.

Most of the time, he can follow along. Little things he doesn't understand are usually explained contextually, and he gets to enjoy Eddie rambling on and on and on...

"-and he rolled a nat 20!" Eddie falls back, a good indication that he's reaching the end of his story.

"And that... kills them?"

"Yeah! It's as impressive as it is annoying. They were supposed to come back in this insane reveal later in the campaign. They're the boss!"

"Oh, uh... is there no way to, uh, what was it... resurrect them?"

"Maybe. It'll need a lot of build up and new characters though. Ugh. It's going great so far though, right?"

"Right, Steve quickly agrees, nodding his head.

"Thanks for letting me go on about this," Eddie says, taking Steve's hand and raising it so he can kiss the back of it. "It means a lot."

"It's fine. I like listening. You're always so happy."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #nav.slm #day 18

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wigglesdtuff · 2 months

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Acrylic Robin on canvas!

I am open to offers on the original, just message me here or on my discord (wigglesdtuff)!

#one piece #nico robin #wtt art #daily wtt robin 2 #day 18 #i watched a fun movie with a friend and we painted and it was epic i love making art and having a good time

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werewolfaday · 3 months

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day 18!

#getting experimenty with it #wolfman #this is partially painted with acrylics!#art #werewolf a day #werewolf art #mixed media art #day 18 #his teeth are a lil fucked up but its fine lol

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 months

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Febuwhump - Day 18

Pairing: Dean x reader

Prompt: Too weak to move

Warnings: language, curse

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“Oh no.” You rushed over to where Dean was on the hard cold cement basement floor. The hunt had been a disaster. It hadn’t been vamps but a coven of witches. Powerful witches that fed off the life force of their victims to stay strong. And judging by the paleness to his skin, Dean was their latest victim.

You tried to shake him awake but he simply grunted.

“Dean, we have to go,” you whispered. He needed to get back to Baby and the motel where he could recover. The witches would have to be dealt with later. Dean didn’t move an inch though, no matter who much you shoved him. “Dean.”

“I wouldn’t blame him,” said a voice. You spun around with you gun out, three witches before you. “He’s alive, conscious even, but the spell takes it toll. Moving a finger for him would be like you lifting a car.”

“You’ll be joining him very soon,” said one. But the black haired one to the right stepped forward, holding up a hand.

“Let’s not be haste. This girl has a magical bloodline. She may have power not yet awoken within her.”

“Not joining your murder club,” you said, shooting off half the clip in your gun as fast as you could. When all three bodies hit the ground, you turned you attention back to Dean. “I’m going to figure out what this spell is and how to fix it. I’ll be right back.”

You kissed his temple, his skin loosing even more color.

“I’ll fix this Dean. I promise.”

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#febuwhump #day 18 #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn #supernatural #spn fanfic #dean winchester fanfic

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sidekick-hero · 2 months

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Steve's hands start to shake as he lifts Eddie's shirt over his head, and when he fumbles with Eddie's belt, they shake so badly that he can barely get it unbuckled.

They've never done this before. Shaking like that when Steve touches someone he's attracted to, that is.

Because he never felt that way about anyone, not even Nancy.

Like he's on the precipice of something life-changing and once he goes over the edge there's no coming back.

He was 16 years old when he learned that monsters were real and that there was another world out there full of them. Within a few months, he lost his social status, his friends, and his girlfriend. In return, he got a severe head trauma, nightmares, and a bunch of kids who were too smart and too brave for their own good.

And yet, undressing Eddie in his bedroom is the scariest thing he's ever done.

"Are you okay, Stevie? You're shaking," his boyfriend asks him, as if this were Steve's first time and not his own. As if it's Steve who needs gentle reassurance.

Shit, maybe he does. It's like he doesn't know what he's doing, doesn't know how to show Eddie what this means to him, that Eddie trusts him so much. That Eddie loves him so much.

"I'm okay. Just a little nervous, I guess?" Steve concedes, too many things going through his head to put them all in words. "Are you okay?"

Eddie's steady hands wrap around his own shaking ones, squeezing them gently. "I'm good, Stevie."

He says it so simply, his voice as steady and sure as his hands, and Steve wonders how Eddie can be so calm when Steve's heart is pounding in his chest.

"But... aren't you, I don't know, nervous?"

He doesn't want Eddie to be nervous because there's no reason to be. Steve can't wait to explore every inch of that beloved body, to kiss every single scar and thank anyone who will listen that he's allowed to do that. His body and soul both long to get closer to Eddie, and soon they'll be as close as two people can be.

And yet, it feels like something might be wrong with him if Eddie doesn't feel any of the overwhelming fear that has Steve so nervous that he can't even get them naked without shaking.

Pulling Steve in, Eddie presses Steve's palm against the warm skin of his chest, just above his heart.

It's beating as fast as Steve's, and something settles inside him. He's not alone in this, Eddie is with him. Where one goes, the other follows.

"Oh, I am. I'm so fucking nervous, because I have no idea what I'm doing while you have all this experience. I don't want to let you down. But I'm still good because it's you, Stevie. You're here, so I don't have to worry, even though I'm scared."

Taking a step forward so that Steve's hand over his heart is trapped between them, Eddie kisses him gently.

"I'm safe with you."

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie drabble #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddielovemonth #steddiemicrofic #my writing #day 18

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verba-amoris · 4 months

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Jiggle bells...jiggle bells...jiggle all the way 🎅🎄

#Christmas Countdown #day 18 #verba amoris #me #mine #curvy girl #soft body #don't look at me 👀👀#tease

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dailybatjokes · 3 months

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Day 18 of daily batjokes:

#day 18 #dailybatjokes #joker #batjokes #batman #joker x batman #dc comics #batman x joker

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nonetoon · 6 months

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Caught-on-Tober Week 3: The Party 🎉 🎈

15. Chit Chat / 16. Game Night / 17. The Playlist / 18. Halloween TV Movies / 19. Taking A Break / 20. Down the Hall to the Right / 21. Who Invited ..?

#my art #caught-on-tober 2023 #caught on tober 2023 #creature design #week 3 #day 15 #day 16 #day 17 #day 18 #day 19 #day 20 #day 21

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pawsandsuch-office · 3 months

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