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disdaidal · 2 years
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Robin disgusted by Eddie’s smoking
for anon ♥
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littlestarofthewest · 2 years
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F Reader x Arthur
During massive argument with Arthur, Reader flinches? Some fluff and comforting please ☺
Not sure if that is at all what you wanted, but I tried 😅 Turned out more as gn!reader too.
Tags: shouting, Arthur punshing sth. in anger
Pairing: Arthur x gn!reader | Words: 627
You're standing in the doorway, holding your ground while Arthur paces outside, once again too stubborn to listen to reason.
"Why doesn't that go into that thick head of yours?" you ask, your voice growing louder. "I told you, I can handle myself."
"And I told you it's too dangerous, goddammit!" Arthur shouts and his fist hits the doorframe just next to your head, making you flinch.
Seconds tick by while you stare at Arthur and he stares at the broken wood under his fingers. When he looks at you, you take a step back without even thinking.
It's a normal reflex to protect oneself, but Arthur deflates, a horrified expression on his face. "Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry."
He seems to shrink in size, the fight leaving him, and he takes a step back as well. You move closer to the door, though.
"It's okay."
"No, it's not," Arthur says, watching his hand. "It's bad enough when I lose my temper out there, but here… with you…"
Arthur trails off, and you take another step forward. "You're not a bad person, Arthur."
"You flinched. I scared you." You can hear the guilt in Arthur's voice. "Over something so stupid."
"So, you admit it's stupid?" you ask with a deliberate smile, taking a step closer to him.
Arthur rolls his eyes. "I'm serious."
"So am I," you say, leaving the cabin and walking up to Arthur. He takes a step back, but you follow and grab him by his shirt, making him stay. "I'm not afraid of you, just because you lost your head for a second."
"But I shouldn't," he says, barely looking at you.
"You wouldn't, if we didn't get into these stupid fights."
Arthur takes a deep breath, his eyes still not meeting yours. "I know. Of course you know what to do. It's none of my business."
You know Arthur means well, but he sounds weird, sad almost. Although he likes to take care of everybody in the gang, you've never seen him this upset.
"Why do you only give me such a hard time?" you ask.
Arthur takes your hands away from his shirt and shakes his head as if to deny it, but when he moves, you grab him by the wrist and for the first time, he actually looks at you.
"I don't-"
"Arthur!"
"I don't know," he growls, but you hold on to him and Arthur glares at you. "I can't risk losing you."
You huff. "I'm not even really good at anything. The gang doesn't need me."
Arthur snaps his arm away from you, his whole body turning back to anger. "I need you. You ever care to think about that? It's stupid, and selfish, and I'm an idiot for it, but-"
You don't even care to hear more. Instead, you grab Arthur again and plant a hard kiss on his lips.
Everything goes quiet then. All you hear is your own heartbeat and a long breath coming out of Arthur as if he's been holding it for years.
"Better?" you say, and when Arthur nods, you make him look at you. "I can do that whenever you need it, alright?"
Arthur takes another shaky breath and nods again. "I feel like I'm getting angry again."
"Don't overdo it," you laugh, hitting him in the chest.
"No, really. I'm mad," Arthur says, despite the smile that's dancing around his lips.
You kiss Arthur again, much more careful now and he melts against you. Running your fingers through his hair, you rest your head on his shoulder, and your eyes fall on the spot where Arthur's fist landed. 
"I'll be careful, I promise," you say and Arthur squeezes you as if he never wants to let go.
"Thank you."
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menacingmetal · 11 months
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yo if ur still doing requests can I get a sketch of my girl Biki
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i am not immune to cute mermaids
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kin-boardz · 2 years
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Trickster Kankri Moodboard for @w0w0zella
☆ Requests Are Open! ☆
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hai zin can i request clan tzimisce board .... potentially.... 😁 artistic freedom because you know it better than me smiles 💚
(tzimisce..... tzinisce...... there's a pun with your name in there somehwere)
- scopostims 👁️🖤
hewwo there yes you can... I know you're interested in the vicissitude but I decided to go by the letter and make it a clan board rather than a discipline board. but. you are free to request the discipline as well. I might even make it a big board bc I've got quite a few examples up my sleeve <3
the pun is "tzinmisce" and I've made it before...
thank you for motivating me!
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sweatermuppet · 1 year
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[Image ID: a black and white typography edit that reads "chivalry is not dead... chivalry is transsexual." in an old western-style font. there are a pair of work gloves, a pair of boots, a pair of pruning shears, and a single rose on the stem. the entire image is textured to look aged and photocopied. /End ID]
click for quality (instagram) (my shop)
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nelkcats · 7 months
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Help is just a click away
Danny was bored, it's not something new, the Infinite Realms were not the epitome of fun and the portals had been closed after the fight he had with his parents. It was safer that way, no one could get hurt, humans or ghosts.
That didn't mean the halfa couldn't miss them: his family, his friends, or the life he had before. All he had left were the ghosts, which was fine, but it wasn't enough. He felt unbalanced, unwell.
Clockwork told him it was because of his obsession, his obsession to help and protect was being fulfilled but only halfway. He had enough ectoplasm to last a lifetime but Danny was a human too, he needed to see the stars, to help people. He needed it desperately.
Clockwork noticed this and seeing that the boy could not return to his original dimension, he gave him permission to travel to the DC universe as long as he was careful. It was unlikely that they would attack the halfa there, they were all "special" and Danny would go unnoticed. But the boy still wanted to help.
So he formed a small business. He created a simple app and granted help to anyone who made a request. From saving a kitten from the trees to transporting very heavy packages.
It worked wonders and lowered his stress levels greatly. Danny thought he could get used to it, until people started making stranger requests and before he knew it, the so-called "Justice League" was at his door. Of course, he escaped, although that probably didn't help sell his innocence.
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habken · 1 month
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i would like to see shouto eating various cleaning supplies
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itsphantasmagoria · 10 months
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Scorpius is a tiny bean and I love him 😭😭😭
I asked @ladderofyears what I should draw (I've been swamped with fest things and wanted to draw for fun! SO MANY FEST THINGS) and she asked for Drarry dads napping with their lil peanut Scorpius, and I will take any excuse to draw him 🥰
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joyfuladorable · 8 months
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Mikey and Raph being besties and rassling (From the book Lean, Green Smackdown Machine!)
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yuki-mii · 8 months
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"Aren't you going to dance with Claude?"
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disdaidal · 2 years
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for @lovebillyhargrove ♥ | inspired by this post by @shprka
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littlestarofthewest · 2 years
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Charles Smith x Male Reader | (N)SFW
"Arthur made this sound so simple."
It seems I can't manage to keep these at 100 words. Charles needed more time :D
Pairing: Charles x m!reader | Words: 614 | Rating: Explicit (18+)
"Arthur made this sound so simple," you say, annoyed about Charles' lack of reaction.
Charles has his head resting on his hands and looks down to where you're kneeling between his legs. He's relaxed. Too relaxed for your taste.
"We don't have to do this, you know?" Charles says and you know he means it. "I'm sure we'll find something else that is fun."
"If Arthur can do it, I can do it," you grunt. "Give me another try."
You coat your fingers with more oil and caress the skin behind Charles' balls. He lets his head sink back and obviously enjoys himself, but it's not like arousal makes him speechless.
Watching Charles, you're tempted to massage his balls or stroke his cock, but the idea is to make him come without that.
"How is that?" you ask, desperate for a satisfying answer.
"It's nice," Charles says. "Relaxing."
You take a deep breath, ready to abandon everything Arthur told you. After all, what works for him doesn't necessarily work for you. You've always been better with your mouth anyway.
"Let me try this," you say, to warn Charles of the change, then you lean over to lick him.
Your tongue travels over his balls for a while before going further down. Charles moans, so this is at least better than before. When he rolls his hips, you know he's asking for more, so you try to use your tongue with more focus and pressure.
Charles moans louder and sucks in air. "That's- More," he huffs, and your heart beats faster. Finally, you're on the right track.
You use your oiled fingers to run them around Charles' rim, just giving him a little bit of additional stimulation while you keep working with your tongue. Charles makes a sound you've never heard from him like this and your own cock twitches. You're lucky if you can get Charles to come before you do.
Focusing your tongue on this one spot, you let your fingers glide over Charles' hole before applying a little bit of pressure. With a groan, Charles claws his fingers into the sheet under him, and although you can feel your tongue cramping up, you keep going.
Charles rolls his hips for real now, unsure if he wants to be near you or escape, but you don't give him a chance. Moving with him, you keep up the pressure, and Charles moans even louder.
"What. Are. You. Doing?" he asks with a deep breath between each word, and as an answer, you press your fingers harder against him and move them back again in a slow rhythm.
Seconds later, you know that you've won. After being with Charles for months, you know exactly when you got him. The sound of his deep grunts and moans, the way he moves his body. He's just at the threshold and with your tongue giving its last, you throw him over the edge.
Charles' body goes rigid as he comes, his voice suddenly completely gone. Only when he's totally spent, he finally sucks in air, all of his limbs falling flat.
"That's not what Arthur told you, right?" he huffs and you crawl up to him to nestle yourself against his side.
"I improvised a little. Arthur's way wasn't working."
"I'm glad you did it your way," Charles says with a smile before pulling you in for a kiss. "And what do we do with you now?"
"Got any ideas from Lenny?" you joke and Charles laughs.
"No, I think I'm going to improvise."
There's a wicked sparkle in his eyes and you know, you're going to think about what he comes up with for a long time.
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kin-boardz · 2 years
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Kantuna MoodBoard for @cronteller2121!
☆ Requests Are Open! ☆
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YOU ASKED FOR REQUESTS could i get a voidcore stimboard +] dark places, horror themes probably also if u feel like it but really i do just love Places that are Dark
I DID and yes you could get that, I decided to tell a bit of a story with these Places that are Dark so I hope you enjoy it
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superhaught · 16 hours
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Sweetest Girl
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Pairing: Regina George x Reader
Warning(s): slight reference to bad home life for reader?
Word Count: 1700, Part 1/?
Anonymous Asked: hello! I was wondering if I could request a regina x fem!reader fic where the the reader is known as the sweetest girl in school that everyone loves and regina is like “what’s so great about her” and just ends up falling in love with her
Enjoy! I intend to keep this one going :D
Regina knew that she wasn’t excelling in her chemistry course this year but she certainly didn’t think she was failing. But the teacher asked her to stay behind after class and gave her a solemn look as she explained that with Regina’s most recent test score (which was, admittedly, abysmal), her overall grade in the class would drop from barely passing to failing. 
“Well, what am I supposed to do? I’m a senior, it’s not like I can retake this class!” Regina griped, beginning to feel her stomach turn over in panic.
“Calm down, Miss George. You still have time to improve your grade. I’d recommend that you start working with a tutor. One of your classmates is available for such an arrangement as it turns out. She’s a very gifted student who is doing quite well in this class. She will likely tutor you not expecting anything at all in return. Are you willing to reach out to her?”
Regina crossed her arms in front of her chest, “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?”
Regina’s teacher formed a thin-lipped smile, “No, Miss George. You don’t.”
Regina took the slip of paper with the tutor’s contact info scribbled on it from the teacher and left the classroom for her locker in a huff. 
Gretchen and Karen were waiting for her and immediately, Gretchen was hounding the blonde in concern, “is everything okay, Regina? What did the teacher want?”
Regina sighed, “I’m failing. I need a tutor, I guess.”
“Oh no!!!” Gretchen exclaimed. 
Karen tapped into the conversation in a brief moment of focus and said, “don’t worry, Regina. I failed chemistry last year and had to be tutored, too.”
Regina rolled her eyes, “yes Karen, and you fucked your chemistry tutor instead of studying.”
Karen smiled, “oh yeah!”
Gretchen chimed in, “well, it’s going to be okay Regina. I bet you’ll do really well if someone can take their time to explain the concepts to you. Do you know who will tutor you?”
Regina nodded, “yeah, the teacher gave me this name. Someone in my class.” Regina passed the slip of paper to Gretchen. 
When the small brunette read the name she made an excited sound, “oh! I know her, she’s the sweetest ever! You’ll like her Regina. She’s like, the nicest girl in the school.”
Regina narrowed her eyes and snatched the paper back, “why would I like the nicest girl in school? She sounds like a try-hard… What makes her so great?”
-
You were enjoying your lunch outside in the courtyard because it was a sunny day out. You scrolled through your phone and an email notification caught your eye so you opened it right away. The email read: Hey, I need a chemistry tutor. Teacher gave me your name. Can you? -Regina George
Oh, wow. You thought. Regina George wants me to tutor her?
You typed your response back and sent it off with a whoosh: Hi Regina, I’m happy to help! Do you want to meet to go over logistics today after school? I’ll be in the library if you want to swing by :) you can also feel free to text me if that’s easier
You sent Regina your phone number at the end of the email and in a few minutes, you got a text from, presumably, Regina. She said, “okay whatever” then another few seconds passed and she sent another text, “this is Regina, obviously.”
You responded, “haha yes, I figured!”
The little bubble that indicated she was typing popped up for a long moment and then disappeared. Then it popped back up and turned into a simple text, “k.”
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Later that same day, you were sitting in the library doing your homework in the welcome peace and quiet. As you were working, you saw the blonde out of the corner of your eye. 
Regina walked down the half staircase into the library and flipped her hair over her shoulder, her tote bag hung from the crook of her elbow, and her other hand held an iced latte notably not from the student-run cafe but instead from the Starbucks down the road from the school. 
Regina approached your table and plopped her bag down on the floor and pulled out the chair across from you, “went to get a coffee before meeting you, hope you don’t mind. You didn’t want anything did you?”
You smiled and shook your head, “I don’t mind, and no thank you, I’m okay. I don’t drink coffee.”
Regina raised an eyebrow as she sat down, “you don’t drink coffee? How do you survive?”
You laugh lightly, “I guess I’ve never really needed it, and I prefer tea anyway.”
“Huh…” Regina didn’t seem satisfied with your answer but she dropped it, “so, do you just stay here to do homework after school?”
“Usually, yeah! I like to get as much done as I can before the library closes.”
“Why would you want to spend more time in this godforsaken school?”
You swallowed hard, “Oh, um… just ‘cause.”
“Kay…”
“So, do you want to talk about tutoring for chemistry?”
“Sure.”
“Okay great, do you know how often you want to meet or how many hours you want to do per week?”
“Christ, I don’t know.”
“It’s okay!” You assured her, “let’s just start with two hours a week for now. We can meet twice a week for one hour each and see if that feels good or if we need to work more or drop down to just an hour.” 
“Alright.”
“Does this time work for you?”
“Yeah.”
“And what about another day in the week?��� You asked.
Regina shrugged, “Thursdays?”
“Perfect!” You jotted down a note of the schedule in your planner.
“Do you tutor a lot?” Regina asked, then sipped her coffee.
“Not super often. When I do, it’s usually because a teacher recommended me.”
“Are you like a teachers pet or something?” 
“I don’t know, I just like helping.” 
Regina was silent for a moment. She was considering you. Examining you. 
“So for chemis-“ you began.
“You know, it’s like weird how nice you are. Like, it’s off putting.” 
“Oh… off putting?”
“Yeah, ya know. Like you don’t have to be nice all the time, or for free. Not everyone deserves kindness.” 
“I mean, I disagree, but-“ 
“I can pay you, you know. For tutoring me, I mean.” 
“You don’t have to, though. I don’t need you to.” 
Regina scoffed, “you’re just gonna give me your time and energy for nothing?” 
“Yes. I just want to help. It’s not transactional.” 
“Oh, you sweet thing. Everything is transactional. Maybe you don’t want my money but you expect to get something out of this, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t.” 
You were frustrated, “how do you know that? You don’t know me or what I’d do!” 
“No one does anything for free. No one performs a service for free. No one is that nice.” Regina took another drink of her coffee. 
“Are you trying to ruin this?” 
Regina raised an eyebrow again but was quick to respond, “am I making you mad?” 
“You’re frustrating me. I’m just trying to do a nice thing.” 
“So you don’t want me to question your motives?” 
“No! I mean…” you huffed angrily, you felt your cheeks grow increasingly red and hot, “there is no motive.” 
“I don’t believe that.” 
“Look, do you want my help or not?” 
“I want to be tutored. What I don’t want is to owe you anything.” 
“You don’t owe me anything!” 
Regina’s expression turned into the slightest smirk as she stood up from the table and grabbed her tote bag off the floor, “I’ll meet you again on Thursday to review this week’s course materials. When I see you again, I expect an answer about what exactly it is you hope to get out of doing this for me.” 
With that, Regina turned and left the library, her hair swishing behind her. 
You hadn’t noticed until then, but you had crumpled up a piece of paper in your hand during that conversation. 
-
Thursday came around too soon for your liking. You had no answer for Regina’s demand, other than the truth, which you didn’t want to tell her. 
At 4:05 pm sharp, Regina waltzed down the stairs into the library once again, tote bag in hand, removing her sunglasses in an elegant motion, a drink carrier from Starbucks with two drinks in her other hand. 
You watched as Regina gracefully spit her chewing gum into a trash can on her way while walking up to your table.
She took one of the cups out of the drink carrier and set it down in front of you, “chai latte. Is that okay?” 
Your jaw dropped open a bit as you stared stupidly at the drink and then back up at her, “y-yeah… that’s really nice, thank you.” 
Regina didn’t sit down, “do you have an answer for me?” 
You sighed, “you really won’t accept that I just want to help you out?” 
Regina wordlessly shook her head. 
You looked down at your hands and saw that they were shaking slightly, so you hid them under the table in your lap and kept your eyes averted from Regina as you whispered, “I do what I can to avoid spending time at home.” 
Regina remained silent. 
You looked back up at her. Her jaw was set and she had a severe expression. You watched her exhale a heavy breath through her nose, nostrils flaring, then she sat down across from you and dropped her bag onto the floor. 
“Okay,” she said simply. “Let’s get started then.” 
-
You spent the next hour reviewing that week's chemistry lessons with Regina. 
When you decided to stop for that evening, Regina reached across the table and wrote something into your notebook. 
“There, that’s my address. You don’t have to check in with me, or anything, you can just come over whenever you want to.”
“Regina, are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. My mom loves having company to entertain, and there’s plenty of space in my room for you to be comfortable and do work.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
“How about, ‘thank you?’”
You laughed and nodded, “thank you, Regina. Really.”
The blonde stood up and returned her notes to her bag, “‘course. See ya tomorrow in class.”
“See you then…”
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