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Ambrose draws his fingers through Rodrigue’s hair. He curls them against the nape of his neck, lightly. With the leverage of that slight pressure, he tips back Rodrigue’s head, until their eyes meet.
“My old friend.” The irony is so heavy in Ambrose’s throat, Rodrigue wonders how he doesn’t choke on it. “You have to ask for what you want.”
the windmills of your mind by mareza
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trevordefender · 7 months
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He can be gentle sometimes. (Trevor/Reader)
!! BEFORE YOU READ: this is the first fanfiction i’ve written much less finished in a very long time haha… it’s not terribly long, but i hope someone enjoys it as much as i enjoyed writing it :) very much not beta read LOL it’s kinda all over the place
reader can be considered to be fem in certain paragraphs, but is otherwise gender neutral! (and can still be read in any way you desire!!!)
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You understand very little about the unpredictabilities of Trevor Phillips.
The rain typical of Sandy Shores is unrelenting on the trailer roof, thunder booming somewhere far away as you and Trevor accompany each other in the small space. It keeps the silence from being unbearable, an erratic rhythm to focus on; pitter-pattering with no pinpoint direction. The rain is predictable. But your space is… eerily quiet. Trevor is quiet this evening, you think to yourself. 
It doesn’t really make sense to you. Why? Because Trevor is not a quiet person. His desires are often made loud and clear.
So, you look over at him, fumbling with the curtains caked in dirt and… other unknown substances. You look away. Maybe I should opt to enjoy the peace I’ve been given.
Trevor stops, seemingly bored of his activity, and decides to approach you, choosing instead to kneel down in front of you. He outstretches his hand, pressing it against your softer (and smaller) one. Still wordless, he studies the position with intent. Why? Oh, what a silly question - for you don’t know the answer, and as you peer into his glassy eyes, he looks too deep in thought to tell you himself. 
 After a short while, he looks back at you and drops your hand - saying nothing about the strange encounter you two just had. Instead, he simply takes a place beside you on the mottled couch. The thunder in the distance seems louder now as well as closer - as if to create conversation for the two of you in the midst of quiet. It is confusing, and yet comforting to see a man who is a storm in his own right be so calm. Trevor is more like the rain this evening, instead of his usual tumultuous hurricane. The eye of the storm. Which is, of course, still a storm and therefore unpredictable.
You decide you don’t like his silence. It makes you feel uneasy, usually at this point you’re both watching a movie or 6 beers deep into a drinking game. Scouring your mind for a topic, you hope to at least make him aware you’re interested in his presence. But, his mind works in the way the rain does, springing alive with little warning. 
“Your hands are soft,” he begins. “I never really realized how different they are to mine.”
You shift, turning to get a better look at him. His fingers are fumbling with a shoelace he found on the ground next to the couch. He still seems lost in thought. “Well, you use your hands more than mine. What made you want to look, Trevor?” you ask.
“Dunno.” The shoelace is wrapped around his index finger. “I like looking at you, sugar.”
“I like looking at you too.”
“I mean it,” he says, his voice lowered and a little more confident.
You take this as an opportunity to shift a little closer. This side of Trevor was certainly as enjoyable as the rest of them, but something about him being open and vulnerable made you worry that perhaps something was wrong. Somehow, your hand has made its way onto his thigh - more as a means to test the waters.
The shoelace-wrapping slows, Trevor seemingly starting to lose interest in it. He turns to look at you, his gaze softer than usual. “You just, I don’t know,” he says, exasperated. He throws the shoelace to the ground. “You’re so fuckin’ mysterious. Like one of those street magicians. I wanna know all your secrets, ‘cause every day I learn something about you that I didn’t know before.”
His rambling puts you at ease, and you can’t help but smile; there’s nothing wrong with Trevor. He’s just curious, and he can’t apply the word to how he’s feeling.
“You had me thinking something was wrong, Trevor. Don’t scare me like that you tool, being all quiet over there,” you say, swatting at him.
“Hey, come on,” he says with a drawl. “I’m bein’ honest with you. Least you could do is be a little more honest with me too.”
Your smile grows wider. “Fine, you wanna know a ‘secret’? I love you, and I wish you would let me treat you like a damn baby sometimes.”
You let out a huff as you hoist your legs onto the couch. The thunderstorm in the background seems nonexistent compared to the lively conversation you’re having now.
“You want me to say ‘goo goo ga ga’ and suck on your tits all day, sweetness? Huh, actually that sounds fun,” he chuckles. His stupid, alluring chuckle.
“No, you idiot.” You can’t suppress a laugh, his imagination is most entertaining when it’s not supposed to be. ���What I mean is, I just want to hold you sometimes. Maybe rub your back a little. I dunno, you’re hardly ever… Soft. Or vulnerable,” you reply.
Trevor looks away, allowing himself to think for a moment. “Oh. Okay.”
Before you can continue, he shifts his position to rest his head on your thigh, grunting as he gets comfortable. Once he seems satisfied, he tilts his head to look at you. “There, is that what you were lookin’ for?” he asks.
The action was rather sudden, you didn’t think he’d take the request so literally. But he was here now, and this was as close as you were going to get to holding him. You metaphorically throw your hands in the air. Okay Trevor, you win.
You look up at the ceiling and sigh, letting your hands comb through his greasy, thinning hair. “Well, yes and no. But I prefer it right now,” you say.
And you two stayed like that. Trevor rubbing circles on your knee, you petting his head. It was gentle, it was soft, it was your way of showing him that you cared. Trevor usually dismisses tender, caring gestures in favor of more raunchy ones, ones you’d come to know very well. So, this was a rare treat for you - and you wanted to cherish it.
Finally… some predictability, some sensical action, something you can understand about this man that you’ve found yourself head over heels for. Your mind blanks, fully enjoying the moment as it happens.
“I love you Trevor,” you mumble.
Trevor doesn’t respond at first. He presses a kiss to your thigh, then turns his body towards you, lidded brown eyes meeting your eyes. Not a hint of mischief behind them, he was enjoying this too - even if he wasn’t verbal about it. He would probably tell you how he liked it later anyway.
You allow yourself to bring a hand down to his face, brushing over his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb. The skin is rough and uneven, but it belongs to Trevor, and so naturally you love it.
It seems like he likes the action as much as you do. Trevor takes it upon himself to kiss your palm, and your heart flutters in your chest. He’s being so… gentle. You use your other hand to begin petting him again, Trevor letting out a content sigh.
“I love you more.”
He meant it. You knew he did.
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The night goes on, Trevor long having fallen asleep in your lap. The only light in the trailer comes from the dull-sounding (and looking) TV, and rays of moonlight peeking through the blinds. Oh, and let’s not forget that blinding neon light resting above you on the wall. The rain has slowed, but you can still hear the faint patter outside.
Peering down at the man in your lap, your eyes wander to his chest, watching for the rise and fall. You sigh, engrossed in everything to do with him in the current moment. You couldn’t think about anything but Trevor right now.
He looked so peaceful like this. His body was curled up in the fetal position, head resting on the curve of your thigh. He didn’t look so scary while he was asleep. Just the thought of it made you lose your restraint and begin petting Trevor’s hair once more, fingers merely smoothing over the many flyaways, you couldn’t help yourself. He just needed a little tender care.
The rain begins to fade out, Trevor’s breath hot on your thigh. His vulnerability was obvious now, he wanted to stay here and allow you to watch him sleep. It was something to cherish - this creepy old man you’d found yourself attached to trusted you. He loved you. You doubt he’d let anyone besides maybe, MAYBE Michael be in the same room as him while he slept, let alone watch over him like this.
I will never understand him, you think to yourself.
As Trevor continues to rest, feeling like you have the weight of the entire world in your hands, you smile.
But I hope I can be different to him than the rest were.
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queentoriel · 1 month
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wore lashes for the first time
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bitteraerie · 1 year
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iterator sona canon insert thing, it/its, wears a mask and does not wish to be perceived! what a guy.
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dokidonii · 1 year
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i dont go here but….. toya
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maqu-e · 8 months
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Miau
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dddrunkderella · 3 months
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L3 + R3 clivecest
full view on poipiku 🔥
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[  İnside an old abandoned laboratory of sorts, a computer and a tennis ball lay inside; alone and content with their lives. They seem to be talking to each other, before the computer shuts off. The tennis ball is now panicking. (Although, this was normal.)  ]
" come on.. don't leave me again.. "
OOC; HELLO! WELCOME TO MY TBCU ROLEPLAY BLOG!*
MY NAME/THE ROLEPLAYERS NAME IS MATHIAS [OR ATLAS.] 
*PLEASE NOTE THIS IS MY FIRST TIME ROLEPLAYING AS A NON HUMAN CHARACTER. IF I MAKE A MISTAKE PLEASE LET ME KNOW RESPECTFULLY. [both alvertos and elias are tennis balls despite their human names; i am not used to roleplaying as tennis balls so i might make a mistake here n there.]
NOTES!;
 IF THE TEXT IS GREEN; ELIAS/VTB IS SPEAKING.
IF THE TEXT IS PURPLE; THIS MEANS IT IS OOC.
IF THE TEXT IS RED; THIS MEANS ALVERTOS/AETB [alter ego tennis ball] IS SPEAKING. ( alvertos speaks like [th1s*]  [*this] )
PLEASE USE HE/HIM FOR ALL ELIAS AND ALVERTOS. AND ME!
[[text like this means Elias's thoughts.]]
EXTRA NOTE; IF YOU SEND AN ASK THROUGH THE ASK BOX; ALVERTOS WILL ANSWER. BUT IF YOU REBLOG A POST; ELIAS WILL ANSWER]
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sliverstyff · 2 months
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ikigusure idols
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serapojii · 1 year
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JIJI PSD WOWOWOGH - SOUR & SWEET ! ( jiji sucjs with names ik )
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Do not use as a base / steal layers !
Please credit jiji ( serapojii ) if using & please also reblog this post !
Dont use for anything nsfw , hateful or commercial stuff !
Made in photoshop & will work best in photoshop !
SUPER bright on blues ... sorry !
Focuses on pinks / reds & blue !
OKIE to adjust layers if needed !
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peridolt · 10 days
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guys is anyone else just like. in a fandom just to make OCs and barely anything else. or is that just me
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why is it cropped liek that help⤴️
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trashcanfills · 2 years
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Hear me out okay hear me out
Reader being in a poly relationship with Lucio and Junkrat🥰🥰
Ok first of I shall apologise to you anon because I was heavily procrastinating on this. I mean, I know junkrat and lucio but I didnt fully know how the two would interact, much less in a romantic manner. I legit had to look up boombox fan content for this. It’s a cute ship I must say.
Tbh I previously managed to actually write a good chunk of stuff out for this prompt of the three being poly (at least not the one where the two dudes are “sharing” the reader, nahh everyone gets the lovin) EXCEPT IT DIDNT SAVE WHEN I LAST CAME BACK TO EDIT AND POST IT.
Yea that got me shudhekakdjw fucking crying i swear and I just procrastinated on answering the ask for a bit longer. But im back and god I should actually release it from my inbox.
Here. Fly. Be free now.
Being in a poly relationship with Lucio and Junkrat
First of all, dear god the chaos.
Bruh you have Jamison from the lawless radioactive wasteland that is Australia and Lucio the freedom fighter dj. Being in a poly relationship with this two dudes will never be boring with the amt of shit you get into (which most of the time it’s Jamison’s fault oof)
I can see Lucio and Jamison being rather physically affectionate with you and each other, so I do hope you are someone who doesn’t mind all that. If you do, its ok cus Lucio understands all that personal space jeez, aand will do his best to explain and help Jamison understand cus Jamison is a bit more uhhhhh intrusive lmao
Group cuddle sessions are a thing and participation is made mandatory, the latter being a rule that was first made up to keep Junkrat out of his workshop to tinker stuff, but now it’s used for any time one of you gets too into work or need comfort of some sort.
They both are incredibly energetic and fun people to be with too! Thankfully you and Lucio can contain a bit of Jamison’s manic and destructive energy (and maybe teach him more abt what the rest of the world is like and morals). If you tired of socialising, they will def be chill in just hanging out in the same room, though Jamison needs some explanation and time to understand that first since hes not so people smart.
Fun activities would include gaming, workshop binges (Jamison makes shit while Lucio and you join in or add more dumb whacky ideas), MUSIC LISTENING PARTIES like Lucio is a DJ he wants to show yall all these cool artists and know yall tastes ok
Lucio makes a curated playlist for you amd Jamison. Aaaaand maybe a upcoming new album inspired by the two of you shhhhh its a surprise. And Jamison loves creating new trinkets for you and Lucio! He made a smol metal wire sculpture with a rat, frog and another animal representing you. Its considered a treasured possession that you can Lucio took turns to keep it in your rooms lmao, until Jamison made another one :3
Honestly you three prob got a lot of questioning looks when you all came out as a polyamory couple. Mostly cus of Jamison reputation as a crazed maniac and wanted criminal ngl but when everyone in overwatch sees the three of you hanging out, its really sweet.
I say some issues u guys would have would be first and foremost, Jamison’s questionable morality and lack of understanding of many things. He did kill people yes, but to him it was his way of life from the nuclear wasteland that is his home. It has taken a number of therapy sessions (as required for a reformatory programme Jamison is enrolled in because how else will he be in overwatch bruh), but hey hes getting better i suppose. Be patient with Jamison at times alright? Because he’s still figuring out all these new things and reframing in his worldview.
Another issue for sure would prob be Lucio’s tendency to be stubborn on some things. Haha u didnt think i was gonna say that huh.
To clarify, he’s someone passionate on various causes, and because he is such a nice and caring person pushing to gain support for other’s welfare, Lucio doesn’t fully grasp the consequences of his actions at times. It’s like…he’s naive or a bit simple-minded. Not unintentionally or fully dumb, more like he gets into this helping ppl mindset so much he forgets other things to consider. Like how he faces the Vishkar conflict. It’s a huge sore spot for him, and it’s a big reason why he doesn’t like Symmetra that much because he assumes that she is bad and aware of her corporation’s questionable deeds, which is not completely true. Its also personal for him because it was his hometown that was being affected, and because of that Lucio had to do something to save it. All these feelings mean that Lucio gets blinded by them at times, esp when its got to do sth that he’s passionate abt. Its good to fight for the things you love, but sometimes fighting is not always the solution and can make things worse. And he forgets that sometimes when he rants to u guys abt dealing with some obstinate person doing questionable things.
There will be times he sticks to his moral values and stand by them, without realising that he needs to open his kindness and empathy to those who seem to be the most unworthy of it. In fact, its thanks to being with you and Jamison and over time that Lucio realises this fact.
Holy sheet whew Im done. Yea I did elaborate a lot for Lucio’s issue because I wasn’t too sure how to put it fully into words. So pardon the word vomit lol im not sure if ppl get what I mean so uhh rip. Sorry. You can clarify with me if u wan to ask abt how I characterise Lucio hahaha.
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winstoncatto22 · 1 year
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Just gonna put this out here- if it doesn't happen next episode- itl come in season 3 probably.
Issac will say I love you to Nigel in season 3- but only on accident. I feel like they will both freak out as Issac didn't mean to say it then, whereas Nigel will be even more freaked as he didnt seem to be married or had many long term relationships- so he has probably not said it before.
I think I'm rambling rn but who cares I love them with all my heart
I would post art but I have literally nothing and art blocks a bitch
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lowkfuturemilf · 10 months
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meow (taylors version) purr
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ninjasmudge · 6 months
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last night i had a dream that i was playing minecraft and i noticed i had 77 blocks of cobblestone in one slot instead of it being capped at 64 and it was so jarring to me that it literally booted me out of the dream. like sure you can fly now and your childhood home is a pharmacy but 77 pieces of cobblestone? unthinkable. wake the fuck up.
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rebouks · 1 month
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click this..
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then click your blog(s)
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scroll all the way down and click this..
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profit?
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