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tantamounttoflirtation · 10 months
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I keep forgetting how funny the whole "did you just smell me" scene is until I watch it again. Its dead fucking silent and Hannibal comes up behind Will, looks him up and down, and slowly and hesitantly leans in to smell him like he's a glass of fine wine. And then he looks away all awkward when he's caught. Like bro what did you expect to happen???
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minilev · 7 months
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bellaxisworld · 18 days
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april 12, @jegulus-microfic prompt: amortentia. word count: 682.
The iridescent sheen of the potion enchants Regulus; he could stare at the lovely pinkish-pearled swirls for hours, dazed and happy to be smelling the things he loves the most. He smiles down at the cauldron, reminded of his happiest memories, reminded of every good thing that makes life worth living. 
He leans forward to inhale, eyes blissfully falling shut. Today is one of his favorite Potions days—they finally brewed Amortentia. He’s an excellent potioneer, and he’s waited years for the day they brew it in class. Regulus sighs, content, and catalogs each distinct smell and their origin.
(1) He smells lavender and roses. This one isn’t hard to decode—Pandora smells like lavender, and she leaves pink rose petals in his bags and pockets when she senses he needs good luck. 
(2) The next smell is far more sugary and rather… artificial in nature. Peach candies, he realizes. His chest warms, reminded of summersweet memories with Sirius, sneaking to Hogsmeade to steal candies together and scurrying home, tripping over gangly feet and laughing too loudly for the still night. Midnights spent huddled together under too-hot covers, quiet giggles and sticky hands grabbing for the pile of sweets between them. Peach candies were always Sirius’ favorite. 
(3) Next he smells grass and wind, which he is not surprised to find, and likely derives from his love for Quidditch. No, his love for flying. Regulus feels most at peace when flying, whipping around the air with precision and skill. He feels free, when flying. 
This next part is where he gets confused. 
Regulus Black finds himself squinting at the cauldron, begging it to tell him its secrets. It’s rather mysterious, he thinks, a potion that can tell you everything you love. He folds his arms over his chest, huffing quietly. 
(4) Regulus smells apples. 
He smells… apples? He’s not familiar with apples, you see, so he cannot distinguish what kind of apple he smells. But there is a distinct apple smell wafting from his cauldron, and he leans back, blinking down in concern. 
An important thing to note—Regulus Black hates apples. 
At least, he hates eating apples. He won’t eat apple pie, or apple sauce, or apple juice or artificial apple flavors—he dislikes the taste and texture of them. The smell of apples isn’t too overpowering, so he isn’t too far bothered in that sense, but to find apples in his Amortentia perplexes him more than anything. 
He thinks again, quill tapping against his notebook beside the cauldron. The Amortentia told him he loves Pandora, Sirius, flying, and… he doesn’t know what the apples could possibly signify. Apples. Apples. Apples. 
The apples have stumped him. 
Regulus thinks about apples for the rest of the day. He thinks about apples and fruits and any correlation, and he thinks why, why apples? 
He’s walking with his friends to the dungeons later that evening when it hits him square in the face like a bag of bricks. He almost trips over his own feet, barely holding himself properly upright. 
“No. No, no, no, no—it can’t possibly be. No, I refuse.” He shakes his head violently, stomach lurching and eyes watering. He sprints all the way to his dorm room bathroom, locking himself tightly within and avoiding the worried shouts of his friends. 
He recalls the memory, crystal-clear now. He recalls the distinct smell of apples. He recalls the playful smiles and loud, booming laugh of the boy beside him.
He recalls the apples. The apples. The apples. 
He recalls the apples, because Regulus Black was sitting under an apple tree with James Potter the first time he thought, James is the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. That day was the first time he got butterflies, his belly in an uproar over the proximity of a boy like James, a boy with a smile brighter than every star in the sky. That day, Regulus looked at James and realized he wanted to know what it felt like to fall. 
He takes out his Potions notebook, scribbling furiously:
Pandora, Sirius, flying, and… James Potter.
part of a collection of microfics on ao3(2/?): in every life, my heart finds yours.
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some-pers0n · 5 months
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I need to like set aside a day to just study Sniper's character because the way he's treated in fandom VS how he's presented in canon material is so different and it's messing with my brain
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majimasleftasscheek · 2 months
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my gf and i have been enamoured for weeks with this one specific picture of nishiki you drew. little fuckin guy. we call him nisi. i made him bounce for my motion graphics college class. thank you so much for this gift and also all the other great art but mostly thank you for nisi
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OUGH I wanna catch him in a net 👀
thank you for making him a bouncy lil mochi I'm gonna cry 😭💖
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vamps-hmu · 9 months
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yucky no good man
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beeholyshit · 4 months
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You know you made a promise Maroon
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So please don't forget about it!!
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quietwingsinthesky · 4 months
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do u guys think jack ever let members of the torchwood team fall asleep on him in the backseat. because i do.
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buck-up-buck · 7 days
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7x09 is titled "Unfinished Business" ....
Tell me that is not a revenge plot against Bobby. TELL ME. You can't. If I was not convinced before, I AM NOW.
hErE mE oUt.
I'm not saying they are going to burn down Buck's loft, I AM NOT... BUT, imagine Bobby is dropping a patient off at the hospital with Hen and Chim (I know this hardly ever happens but roll with me guys), and our friend, the Burn Unit Nurse, sees him, and is like...
"Bobby?" BECAUSE, he recognises him, from all those years ago in Minnesota. He lived in Bobby's apartment complex, they were somewhat neighbours, and he saw Bobby go into that vacant apartment that night (the night we do not DARE talk about), on his way to work, and was working a night shift at the hospital when suddenly, they get an influx of patients with burns and smoke inhalation from an apartment fire downtown, and he hears in passing from a nurse the address, and his heart sinks because no his fiance was at home asleep at that address and he hears from someone a few weeks later that the fire started in a vacant room due to an electrical issue with a space heater and HE JUST KNOWS.
And Bobby turns around to face him and is like "Sorry, do I know you?" Because Bobby was going through it back then, he doesn't remember this guy, and the guy is like, "Sorry, no, I was mistaken." And he walks away leaving Bobby all like huh.
Then the episode ends with the truck pulling into the firehouse and the camera pans out and we see BURN UNIT NURSE GUY STOOD ACROSS THE ROAD STARING UP AT THE FIREHOUSE BECAUSE DUN DUN DUN- He has some Unfinished Business to attend to.
If this so happens to lead to the burning down of Buck's loft because this guy does his research and he does some stalking and he sees a connection that Bobby has with Buck that he doesn't seem to share with the other members of the team, then well, ya'll didn't see it here first but I fucking called it if so, because you're telling me that is not a CRAZY storyline right there.
BUT, even if not, even if we do not get our beloved loft burning down scene that we have been writing and praying for on Fanfiction for years, you cannot tell me that there is not going to be some kind of dark revenge plot going on in the last four episodes. This nurse is about to cause some HAVOC I CAN SENSE IT. MY SPIDEY SENSES ARE TINGLING GUYS.
Anyway, @whollyjoly and @thetangycheesemanwithaplan had the absolute joy of hearing this from a very sleep-deprived me last week and now that the episode titles have been released, Buck's loft burning down and Burn Unit Nurses revenge plot is going to be my new personality trait. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU.
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milimeters-morales · 10 months
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i will be totally honest with y’all i can’t see Hobie (ATSV) in a romantic relationship ever. like, i can’t see him seeing anybody ever as “the one” or even having multiple partners or anything. I can barely see him having friends outside of the ones he already has. I can somewhat see the “are we dating or are we not dating” thing being something he gets involved in, but not really. i think a lot of people either don’t know or just forget that he’s probably homeless and that his world is shit rn and that stuff he needs isn’t easy to come by 😭😭 and a lot of homeless people just don’t have time/energy for shit like romantic relationships and the stuff he’s doing canonically because they’re so focused on trying to survive. That’s why when I make posts about him casually flirting or whatever it’s never serious, it never goes anywhere, because honestly! Between music shows, trying to find your next meal, fighting the power, trying to find a shelter for the night, helping other homeless people and others in need as both a civilian and Spider-Man, dealing with dimensional threats, trying to find a place to get clean, i just don’t think Hobie has time to even consider it. Sure, maybe there are facilities in the HQ to make it easier, but after that stunt, i think he’d avoid using them as much as possible. do you see what i mean??
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anglerflsh · 8 months
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gay people moment
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delopsia · 1 year
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hands down, my FAVORITE scene from Outer Range. Rhett?? Giving kisses?? And just "how you doin'? :))" cute ass bacon thief
I'll have you know that I have based his ENTIRE personality based off this clip alone.
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perry's fucking face 😭
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brittie-frog · 5 months
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Silently screaming in my room at 7am because of that date.
Truely Richas, fuck around and find out - engineering a whole rp in rp thing in his room to get them to admit their feelings and then Bagi just giving up and saying that the date'll happen then and there. And it being so chaotic and constantly shifting moods but still so fun to watch.
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nancy-drewdles · 9 months
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tried to figure out how what Tristan remembered about the last sin fit into THAT evening, so i rewatched 4x08
a man, a lust — Ace, always
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marble — this faux marble frame with Lucy's photo? maybe they talked about her mothers?
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gardenias — Ace brought her flowers? or mayyyybe the smell of her shampoo since her hair is still pretty wet?
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mac and cheese — Nancy shared leftovers from the party with Ace because
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acecasinova · 25 days
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21 for Lazarus? I’m not super picky about character, it just seems like a fun prompt given all the recent Whump Posting 👀
Micro fic prompts - 21. Collapse
Fuck.
Fucking stupid ass- shit-!
The gutter creaked, then jerked away from the building, sending the rat unlucky enough to be running along it tumbling into the alley below. Rats, generally, have a stunning talent for surviving falls. This rat hit the lid of a dumpster, bounced, and a distinctly humanoid form hit the wet pavement and rolled.
Fuck that hurt.
Hot, stabbing pain radiated from Lazarus' shoulder as he dragged himself up to a sitting position against the alley wall. It mingled with the now dulled throbbing from his side in an unpleasant I-had-more-blood-BEFORE-this-hunt sensation that made him feel cold and sluggish. Just what he needed after that shitshow of a fight. A hiss bubbled up out of his throat, turning into a snarl of frustration thinking about how fast it had gone south.
Idiot! Fucking WATCH where you hunt!
But how was he supposed to know the punk he'd followed would waltz onto the turf of a vampire infested gang? Or that the fuckin pigs who responded would be too? Damn spawn. Territorial as hell AND they're all on the same team. All bending the knee to the same stupid guy. Lazarus had, to his credit as a wiry bastard, held his own fine until he bit one of em. It didn't taste good, but it felt good. Stealing the blood they'd stolen first.
Then he got shot.
Voices behind him shouted. (Maybe if he hadn't been caught up in the fight, he might have realized most vampires don't bite other vampires.) He felt another bullet clip his leg. Shit-! Lazarus had let go of the throat he'd been clamped onto with a yelp, pushing the now more corpse-y corpse away. The cop cruiser's lights threw the building's shadows into sharp contrast, and he dove for one, slipping a block away before they could catch his scent. Adrenaline pounded in his ears as Laz stepped out of the last shadow, not breaking his stride from darkness to pavement. It felt like the roar of the wind between buildings on a particularly stormy day as he pulled himself up- onto a trash can, a dumpster, up the wall of the building and onto the roof. Stupid guns. Stupid spawn.
That's when he'd turned into a rat.
And now he was a boy again. Bleeding on the ground again. But at least he'd put some distance behind him. Hopefully.
Lazarus dug his claws into the wall, dragging himself up to standing- or he tried to. He got about halfway up before a wave of heat slammed into him. His knees buckled, suddenly feeling heavy. Shit. Shit, shit, shit- he didn't want to hide back at the shed (Eurydice didn't need more trouble. Not from him.) But was he out of their turf?
He pushed off the wall, took a step, and crashed into the dumpster with a flurry of curses. So.... maybe it didn't matter if he was or not. He wasn't out of this alley until at least the gunshots closed.
It took more effort than the vampire wanted to admit to pull himself towards and then behind the dumpster. It was cramped, but it was a shelter, and the trash and walls would hide him well enough. Better that way... He thought, pulling a dank, stained blanket up over himself. The smell of trash and mold would blend with his own... musk- maybe dampen the smell of blood, and the thick fabric would keep him from being toasted if the sun touched the alley.
Lazarus shuddered. The feverish heat and adrenaline had both left, leaving him bone tired and cold as he nursed his hurt pride. Undead regeneration or no, he was not going anywhere else tonight.
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alaskashigh · 6 months
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i couldn’t tell you if there was any sane part of me there while i was making this
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