as aggressive as they are . i think smitty and the cold bitch's first kiss would actually be really slow and soft. like cold just chilling by himself and smitty comes up, eager to show affection but having learned how to do it right for different people. holding cold's face and waiting for the frigid cheek to gain some warmth from his hand. Looking into each others eyes, both wondering what's going on behind them. Smitty smiling at his borderline vacant expression. closing his eyes to kiss him. Something new to Cold, his eyes only widening minutely in shock as Smitty's radiating heat is such a drastic temperature difference. Smitty hums a little, still smiling as he kisses, and for the first time, Cold shivers.
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[Suggestive] (It's just shirtless Starlo)
save a horse i guess
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A fast and messy sketch of my favourite S1 sad boy Grant because I wanted to try out a brush :>
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Shadow and Bone (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ivan/Fedyor Kaminsky
Characters: Ivan (The Grisha Trilogy), Fedyor Kaminsky
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 01, Meanwhile In Season 2, It's Word of God That Fivan Lives Bitches, But I Still Miss Them, Canon Universe, Post-Canon Fix-It, Canon-Typical Violence, Shadow and Bone (TV) Season 2 Spoilers, SAB Season 2 Is Here, But There Was A Shameful Lack of Fivan, Our Boys Have Problems, Fix-It of Sorts, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Angst and Drama, Angst and Feels, Angst and Romance, Basically Angst
Summary: Fedyor’s own heart leaps into his throat. He starts to run, boots pounding in the sand. The skiff has crashed just a few dozen feet from the edge of the Fold, as if it sailed and spun out, unmanned and out of control. Fedyor thinks frantically – when Kirigan left the Little Palace in pursuit of Alina, he took Ivan, Zoya, and David Kostyk with him. Zoya must have been the Squaller driving this skiff, so –
“Ivan?” Fedyor bellows. He can’t even pretend not to, can’t keep the panic out of his voice, even though the dead silence of the shadowed wreckage speaks all too well for itself. “Vanya? VANYA?!”
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@dreamspiked sent a message . . . "here for a drink?" a pause, gallagher sets down the glass he's scrubbing clean, "or something else?"
ㅤㅤㅤ𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 to frequent the hound's bar, if only because the oak's family head has not a door closed to him. indeed - most of the late night patron's would consider him there for business - and sometimes, he was. but sometimes... gilded hues seem to crackle with barely contained energy, weary beneath the lidding of long, dark lashes. sometimes he needed something a little... extra. so it's with angelic countenance that he beholds gallagher, sliding ever so gracefully into the bar stool across from him. decorated downy wings twitch absently, rustling the gold that adorns pointed ears, before he offers the barkeep a sweet, summertime smile.
ㅤㅤㅤ❝ can i not have both? ❞ he croons - sonorous voice pleasant and serene as always. white gloved hands drum the countertop, and navy irises continue to stare down his query - the halo at his head almost vibrating with anticipation of gallagher's touch. ❝ it has been... a trying day. but i assume you know just what to give me to fix that. ❞ there's that smile again - the one that doesn't reach his eyes, and the one that doesn't negate his evident hunger either. whatever was weighing on sunday's mind was heavy, for him to be so blatant. ❝ please, gallagher. indulge me. ❞
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I’d hate to work at Red Robin
Once a family orders a bag of soda I’m quitting on the spot, I will NOT stand for this injustice against god. They’re indoctrinating our kids into thinking bagged soda is normal and I’m tired of it, the Bible said “bottle of sprite” NOT “bag of sprite”
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[Suggestive] (It's just shirtless Flowey again)
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