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theamazingbard · a month ago
“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”, for geraskier
Thank you for all your lovely writing 💕
okay so this isn't the exact quote but this is what came to mind sowwy pls enjoy some intoxicatingly sweet fluff
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Having planned this moment for a few weeks now, Geralt anticipated any other reaction than this.
Jaskier's stunned expression quickly dissolved into tears, his face flushed, and his lip wobbling.
Geralt closes the ring box and tucks it away. "Fuck," Does he get up from his position? It feels weird to be kneeling in the middle of their park. (The one where Jaskier wrote his first song.) He asked hundreds of painful questions to their mutual friends and family to try and get this right. Yennefer laughed her way through multiple suggestions. Eskel thoughtfully gave advice. Lambert was a dick.
But after stringing it all together... a picnic, candles, music... a speech, Geralt had thought that this would be exactly what Jaskier wanted.
Perhaps he overestimated the intensity of Jaskier's feelings. "I. I didn't mean to..." He clears his throat. Slowly, he begins to stand, a cold realization falling over him.
"No, wait! Stop." Jaskier puts his hands on Geralt's shoulders, pushing him back down. It doesn't take a lot of effort-- Geralt is now the one too stunned to do anything. "Just-- hold on a moment."
Then Jaskier, his foolish boyfriend, takes out his phone and takes a picture. "I just wanted to remember this moment forever. Gosh. Okay. Continue."
"I." Geralt blinks. "Already asked."
Jaskier hums. "Then maybe say your speech again? I feel like I blacked out. Just! So many nice things all in a row, without calling me annoying. I think this might be a record."
"It won't last much longer." Geralt says through gritted teeth.
"Oh, hush." Jaskier reaches out once more, combing his fingers through Geralt's hair. (It's put up in a ponytail, just as Jaskier likes.) "Can you blame me for wanting this to last forever?" The tears have finally stopped, his blue eyes glassy and sparkling.
"It can." At this point, it's probably safe to pull out the ringbox again. "If you want."
"I thoroughly appreciate your commitment to showmanship. Absolutely well done, my dearest oaf. Love of my life." Jaskier plucks the box from Geralt's hand. "Of course. Of course I'll marry you."
Then his face falls again. "Oh, fuck. You were supposed to put the ring on me. I've completely ruined it!" He shoves Geralt's shoulder. "Why didn't you stop me?"
To others, it might seem strange to want to spend the rest of his life with someone as dramatic as Jaskier. However, as Geralt slides the ring on Jaskier's finger (the aquamarine shining under the sunlight), he knows without a doubt that this is the right decision.
Even if he can never guess how the fuck Jaskier will react to anything.
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alphonseelriic · 2 months ago
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Tanjiro for Aki 💞 @tanchirou HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 
I will swing my blade down and lop of the head of any Demon without mercy! But I will not belittle those who regret their actions... and suffer over the things they did as Demons. Because Demons were once human. Because they were like me.
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dongkwan · 2 months ago
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a.c.e - goblin (m countdown 200903) - junhee 
for @binwoo-knock-24
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stargaze-sunflower · 2 months ago
There's a lack of Goldie and Louie cintent in the world, and if u still taking promps: What about Louie leaving to live with Goldie after a fight with his family or smt like that
It was only fitting that it would be raining when Louie ran away from home. Because why would things be easy? Why should he get to be dry as he wandered aimlessly through the streets of Duckburg? Why should he get to be anything other than completely miserable?
He laughed sharply to himself, his shaking hands shoved deeply into the pocket of his hoodie, soaked-through and cold. He had his hood pulled over his head, but it had been a while since it’d been of any use. He supposed the same could be said about himself.
Louie hunched in on himself when a car went speeding by, going faster than was strictly needed, in this weather. Water traveled through the air in an arc, kicked up by the tires that had come and gone with not a thought to his predicament, and Louie couldn’t help his flinch as the cold and dirty rainwater splashed against his right side. Irritation sparked somewhere in the mess of guilt and dejection tangled in his chest. He was already wet and tired and alone, and that had just added insult to injury.
There was no one else on the sidewalk with him, and besides the car that had just made his terrible day even worse, there was no one in the street, either. He was by himself, with the memories of the day’s events playing on a loop in his head, from his failure of a scheme, to his disappointed family members, to crawling out the window and sneaking away, hoping that no one would bother to wonder where he was. The problem that he had now, however, was that he didn’t really know where he was going. He was standing still in a puddle on the side of the road, soaked to the bone, and he had nowhere to go. Everyone he knew would turn him in to his family in two seconds flat if he turned up at their door looking like he did, and he wasn’t ready to go back yet.
Well, actually, there was someone who might hold off on snitching. There was someone who understood him, maybe better than any other adult in his life. And he just so happened to know that she was in town.
A new plan forming in his sluggish mind, he looked up from the ground to try and make sense of his surroundings, squinting as if that would help him see in the dark and rain. There wasn’t much to go off of, but he was sharp enough to gather that he was near the edge of the city. (Too sharp, a part of him whispered. Too likely to hurt.)
Goldie was less than two blocks away. He wondered if he’d been heading that way subconsciously, but didn’t really have the energy to think too much about it. He just sighed and kept walking, hoping that she hadn’t left yet, and that she wouldn’t mind a fellow outcast hanging around for a while.
It was raining even harder by the time Louie made it to the apartment complex Goldie was supposedly staying in, and he pulled his hood further over his face until he made it under the cover of the overhang, forcing his tired legs to carry him up the stairs to what he hoped was the correct door.
He just stood there for a minute in silence, breathing hard and dripping water all over the place, trying to gather the courage to knock. He wasn’t ready to have to explain himself. He wasn’t ready to admit that it had all been his fault. He wasn’t ready to fall apart. (He never was.)
Mostly stalling for time, he slowly pulled the hood off his head, wincing as it smacked heavily against his back. He hadn’t felt this physically uncomfortable in a long time, not since the winter when he was eight where they didn’t have the money for heating. He’d been cold then, just as he was now, but he hadn’t been lonely. He missed it.
The door in front of him swung open suddenly, and he jumped about a mile in the air, his heart leaping into his throat and choking the startled cry that had started to grow there. He wouldn’t have to knock after all.
“Wha— Sharpie?”
Louie looked up at Goldie with wide, tired eyes, and she stared back at him in shock, one hand gripping the doorknob and the other hovering near her pocket, where she no doubt had some sort of weapon. Her eyes quickly checked him over, taking in how absolutely awful he looked, and then they darted up to scan their surroundings, perhaps thinking that someone was chasing him. Louie just let her look, not quite ready to tell her that no one was coming.
“Hi,” said Louie, wincing at how small and unsure his voice sounded. Her gaze snapped back down to his, her beak twisted into a faint frown. He cleared his throat, looking at everything but her, noting the paint peeling off the wall near the window. “Can— Can I stay here? Please.”
There was silence for a moment, and he risked a peek up at her, beginning to shiver. A knot of trepidation twisted itself into his stomach as the silence dragged on, leaving him to stand there with the pouring rain at his back and hope that she didn’t think this was a con.
“I can’t go home,” he said eventually, pushing his hands back into his hoodie pocket and trying to keep his words steady. “And I can’t go to anyone who will make me.”
There was only a soft sigh in response, and the creaking of the heavy door moving on old hinges. When he looked up, there was a sad sort of almost-smile on Goldie’s face, and she stepped aside to make room for him to walk into the apartment.
“Get in here,” Goldie said, simultaneously stern and gentle. “And don’t drip water on my carpet.”
Despite himself, Louie smiled a bit, relief blooming fast and strong in his chest. He trudged through the door, trying to calm himself with a few deep breaths as Goldie closed it behind him. He stood still on the welcome mat right inside, looking down at his wet clothes and damp feathers. He opened his mouth to ask Goldie for either new clothes or a miracle, but as soon as he lifted his head, something smacked him in the face and fell limply into his arms. A towel.
“Bathroom is down that hall to the left,” Goldie said, leaning against the wall a few feet away and giving him an unreadable look. “You might wanna clean up.”
He stared at her. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Goldie said, not budging, and then she huffed. “And I’ll wash the hoodie, if you think you can stand to part with it for a while.”
With nothing left to do, Louie gave Goldie his hoodie and went down the hall to take a shower. When he got out, there was a plain green t-shirt waiting for him outside the door, and he put it on, thankful for it even though it was too big. Ottoman empire was playing quietly on the TV when he made his way back into the living room, and there was a glass of water waiting for him on the table.
He sat on the couch and wrapped himself up in a blanket while Goldie worked on something-or-other at the kitchen table across the room, and they talked about random, unimportant things for the rest of the night. He fell asleep sitting up, but he awoke in a reclined position with a pillow beneath his head, and he knew that everything would be okay.
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tenelvez · 3 months ago
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spencer reid and emily prentiss icons (platonic spemily) icons — seasons two and seven
like/reblog if you save or use please
requested by & made for @prentissology!
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buckleyblueyes · 3 months ago
28 and 45 for the mashup prompts please. :)
Proposal Fic + Chocolate of Romance. You didn't give me a ship so I was going to do something other than buddie for a change, but then this just popped into my head, and I had to do it. (send me a mashup!)
So, obviously, it's Valentine's Day. And Christopher drags Eddie to the store to pick up Valentine's for his friends, like one does when one is a middle schooler who wants to give one's crush a Valentine under the pretext of giving them out to all your friends.
Eddie is, of course, happy to buy Christopher as many themed chocolates as his heart desires. Especially if it means he doesn't have to help Chris make any cards. As good as Eddie is with his hands at work (and in other ways...) that skill does not extend to crafting.
While they're at the store Chris tells him he should buy some Valentine's chocolate for Buck, to which Eddie easily agrees. He already bought Buck a new watch since the glass face of Buck's current watch got cracked on a call recently. But he knows his boyfriend well enough to know exactly the dopey smile he'll get when he presents him with a heart shaped box of chocolates.
What he doesn't know is that Christopher has a plan of his own for Valentine's Day. Because Christopher is thirteen and is sick of having to call Buck "my dad's boyfriend" and would much rather be calling him "my stepdad" or even just "my dad" if Buck wants. It's been two years since they got together, Buck lives with them. They're a family in every way. So, it's about damn time his dads got married, though Christopher isn't surprised they haven't yet, given it took them four years to even start dating.
Anyways. Sometime between getting home from the store and Eddie giving Buck his Valentine, Christopher has made some adjustments to it, so that when Buck opens the box, he finds a piece of paper taped to the underside of the lid. A piece of paper which simply says "Will you marry me?" and of course, Buck says yes and throws himself into Eddie's arms.
And then Eddie says "uh. yes, what?" and Buck rolls his eyes and waves the note in Eddie's face. "Yes, I will marry you!" and Eddie gets really quiet. Too quiet. And Buck's impossibly wide smile starts to falter. "Eddie? What's wrong?" "I didn't write that."
"You...Oh." Buck swallows. Looks at the note more carefully and recognizes Christopher's handwriting. "Well, that's--that's okay."
"No, I mean, I want to marry you!" Eddie sighs. "I just wasn't going to do something as cliche as propose on Valentine's Day. And the ring won't be ready for another few weeks! I had a whole plan." Eddie is in full Diaz pout mode, which really shouldn't be as adorable as it is.
"Sweetheart," Buck takes Eddie's head in his hands. "I literally do not care at all. And hey, at least we know we have Christopher's blessing."
Eddie snorts. "That was never in doubt."
In the end, they decide that Eddie can still propose to Buck how he'd planned, and Buck will pretend to be surprised, and they reluctantly (well, not too reluctantly, since they're both so happy) give Christopher the satisfaction of knowing his plan worked.
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saintmichaels · 7 months ago
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the ‘michael carrying adam’ saga continues 🌿
(for @seagullmichael)
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hwaven · a month ago
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nct dream as iconic bailey sarian lines
hehe i’m back
i hope y’all know the queen, the one and only bailey sarian
if you don’t, please check her out she’s amazing
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xuseokgyu · 2 months ago
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Kore + Soonyoung - requested by anonymous​ ​ a gif/moodboard of what I think their dynamic together would be like ♡
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shhre · 9 months ago
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🧸warm & cozy🧸
🤎 snuggly bby moodboard🤎
🐻(my photos, please don't use)🐻
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rodansey · 28 days ago
happy anniversary! 💜💜💜 a prompt for you! adansey + song prompt “volcano” by damien rice 💜
[Thank you so much!!!]
"I adore you," Gansey said, and it wasn't the first time.
To his credit, Adam didn't flinch this time. It was hard to hear Gansey say it, it was even harder to believe it. He'd spent too long being made of sharp edges and silent stares. Perhaps on some level, he'd always known he was something precious to Gansey without knowing what to do with that information. Sometimes, he could let it slide off his awareness, sometimes he could battle how much it made him ache by fighting Gansey's good intentions or his privilege.
God, he was so tired of fighting.
Adam knew his silence had stretched a bit too wide. Gansey, more than all of them, was a master at knowing what to do with his face when a situation really affected him. It was only through seeing what was on the other side of those masks that helped Adam notice when anything changed. So now, those nearly imperceptible shifts had said without words Gansey needed to know Adam had heard and understood.
Even though Adam fought two monsters in his head -- one that said he didn't deserve this love and another that wanted to rend it to shreds and devour it whole so no one else could have it -- he knew the feeling was mutual. He knew how much he loved Gansey.
And he could only say it with his mouth on Gansey's. All of the tension uncoiled out of Gansey's shoulders, and he leaned in. Eager, hungry, they exchanged all their doubts and affirmations with their tongues and teeth, breathless after with the weight of it. Gansey put his head on Adam's shoulder, and they existed in space that words couldn't reach.
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nkamotoyuta-remade · 11 months ago
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favorite nct 127 tracks
↳ for @seungyoune
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pocket-void · a year ago
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IT IS DONE!! My contribution to @aidensm8 ‘s wonderful DTIYS! Oh man, what a doozy!!
I am so proud of myself on this one and it was super cool!! Consider this a late congrats from me to an absolutely lovely individual who does wonderous art and cool comics; do check them out if you haven’t yet! ^///^ I wish you the best Aiden! And thanks for the opportunity~ u///u
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opthalmolatry · 7 months ago
hihi i only just started following u and idk if you do requests but if you ever wanted to draw mike crew i would in fact give you my hand in marriage :))
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Is for you 🤲
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