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jeonzaxs · 2 days

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stained hands - jjk.

summary; you're gone but he refuses to believe it. - genre; angst. (idk what to even put here) - warnings; nothing much just angst. jk is ill. lower case intended. - notes; idk what the fuck this is lol. dont ask me anything. it might be gone soon.

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just the thought of you brings a smile to me face, the lights in my chest flicker. i imagine your dark chocolate like eyes, those which carry so much warmth that i'd spend the rest of my life staring at them. you're my haven, you're an angel, so pure that my eyes well up. i don't think i'll ever forget. everything reminds me of you. i feel useless and lost without you. when we drifted apart, or rather when the cruel world tore us apart, i left a part of me with you. the lights in my chest died. i died. im lifeless, now. sitting at my desk, writing letters to you which i pray to gods that they find their way to you. you who i will always love more than he ever will or can. years after i'll look at this letter and my heart will bleed, because no matter how many bodies press onto me, trying to keep me warm, it isnt yours. their smiles don't tug at my heartstrings like yours does, their touches cant be felt, their warmth cant. i cant feel them like i felt you. till death covers me, it will be you.

yours truly. j.

#ts; stained hands #i dont KNOW WHAT THIS IS #LEAVE ME ALONE #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagines #bts x reader #bts x you #bts fluff #bts angst #bts scenarios #bts imagines #jungkook

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endless-nightshift · 21 days

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The scale of MXTX characters hand writing from Worst to Best

Hua Cheng: literally intelligible, those basically aren't even words any.

Wei wuxian: the equivalent of a sleep deprived adhd stem student notes right before an exam. Technically legible but only to him, people who know him really well.

Luo Binghe: it's good. Not outstanding but Nicely legible, pretty when it needs to be.

Shen Qingqiu: technically there's nothing wrong with his hand writing, but His writing is too modern for the Xianxia settings he's living in and although it's not too much of a problem it's definitely enough to make peoples eyebrow raise.

Xie Lian: stunningly beautiful calligraphy. Truly just art in written form.

Lan wangji: the most beautiful and technically perfect hand writing you have everything seen. Calligraphy teachers weap with joy when they see his writing.

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postersofleon · 28 days

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og re4 leon is a cocky bitch. he is the one who praises you for sucking him off while remake re4 leon is just moaning softly happy to get pleasure. these two men are different and i need them both so badly

like og leon adores to see you with his jacket with no shirt on, and remake leon likes it as well, but he is a bit more quieter. both men though just fuck you with his jacket. og leon promises to pull out while remake leon just wants to come.

og leon eats out a bit more sloppier and remake leon focuses on every detail of yours to make sure you are pleased

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #i dont know what this is #i just... need him

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brewed-pangolin · 4 months

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Captain MacTavish loves to end every rough and vigorous sexcapade with a lengthy cuddle session.

And cockwarming.

He'll hold you close, your body pressed against his and wrapped within his strong arms.

Both your chests covered in sweat and heaving against one another. His hot breath fanning over your shoulder as you let yourself meld into him. Your skin trembling as he runs his calloused yet tender hands down the curve of your spine while you slowly ride out the last waves of your orgasm.

A reluctant whimper escaping your lips as your walls continue to flutter around him. His throbbing cock still buried to the hilt while your core greedily milked the last remainder of his seed.

"Sshh, m'lass. Jus' relax. I got'ya."

His voice was thick as honey. And just as sweet. Seeping into your pours and soothing the already growing ache within your core that would undoubtedly last for days.

You tried to move, readjust. But the sudden protest of your sore and overused muscles prevented any such motion.

So with a heavy groan, you finally gave in. Leaning your head against his shoulder to let your body ultimately relinquish itself to him.

"Gonnae keep ya like this for a while, lass. Donnae feel like pullin' out yet."

You smiled. The distinctive smugness in his voice was a welcome reprieve as you let your mind and body collapse into him.

Blissfully beaten and bested by the infamous Captain MacTavish.

Oh my God, this sucks. I'm sorry. I'm not tagging anyone because this is stupid, but I did it. Finally, I wrote for the Captain.

Captain MacTavish Masterlist

#i dont know what this is #besides absolute filth #the brainrot of Captain MacTavish #might delete later #just had to get this out of my head #Captain MacTavish #captain soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #OG Soap

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hopeless--light · 3 months

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At a wayne gala somewhere

Vlad: This is my son Daniel Masters

Danny: its Daniel Fenton not Masters. I'm his Godson but call me Danny

Damian: Damian Wayne. Nice to meet you, Fenton.

Danny: oh government name. Spicy

#dpxdc #i dont know what this is #i said it at work when a coworker called me by my name instead of nickname #immediately thought oh danny would definitely say this #and who else would he say to #damian definitely panicked cause he saw a cute boy and is panicking even more after that response #danny is a little shit #and he knows it #danny phantom #damian wayne #dead serious #vlad masters

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estrellami-1 · 1 year

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Steve never yelled.

It was something everyone knew and no one talked about. All his anger was quiet, a rage simmering just beneath the surface.

And sure; he’d raise his voice to be heard over the cacophony of the kids he’d unwittingly adopted, but everyone agreed that wasn’t yelling. That was just making sure he was heard.

Even Eddie, as his boyfriend, had never heard him yell before. And there’s something to be said about following the leader: even when they argued, even when tensions were high, Steve never yelled. So Eddie didn’t, either.

He wished he could take back the one time he did.

Eddie was hot-tempered. He knew this. Everyone knew this. Hot-tempered and a knife-sharp tongue, cutting down to the marrow with just his words. He’d never use his fists. This is also something everyone knows.

Eddie’s animated, larger-than-life, and he continued that trend in his arguments. Hands flying out to prove a point, but never to strike.

Everyone knew why. Everyone who knew Eddie knew what happened when he was nine, when Momma died and Daddy tried to find happiness at the bottom of a bottle.

That was the summer he moved in with Wayne. Wayne was a kind soul, slow to speak and even slower to anger. He was even-tempered, which meant it took a lot to get him mad, but once he was there, he wasn’t letting go easy.

So Eddie never raised his hands. Steve never raised his voice. Steve never raised his hands, either.

Eddie wished, with everything inside of him, he hadn’t raised his voice.

Because there’s something to be said about following the leader. When Eddie yelled, Steve followed.

Eddie didn’t know what they were arguing about anymore. Something stupid, he’s sure, but all he heard was blood rushing in his ears as he argued with Steve.

Steve, unflappable Steve, unshakeable Steve, argued back. He raised his voice.

Then, suddenly, he stopped. “Shit,” he whispered, eyes wide and not completely present. “Shit- I- sorry, I- I’m-” he shook his head, started to back up, almost tripped on nothing. Caught himself on the counter. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t- didn’t mean to-”

Abruptly, everything was silent. Eddie’s blood stilled as something ugly rose up in his throat. “Steve?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I’m not- not him, I swear, I don’t- I didn’t-” he shook his head again.

Eddie almost cursed when he finally realized what was happening. A panic attack. “Steve,” he said, slowly, calmly. “Stevie, baby, can I touch you?”

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispered again, gasping for breath.

“No, babylove,” Eddie murmured. “My fault, isn’t it? I should’ve known. Can I touch you, Stevie?”

He nodded, lip trembling. “‘M sorry.”

“No, sweets. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, c’mere.” He tugged Steve into a hug, nudged his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck, rubbed soothing hands down his back. “Breathe with me, baby, c’mon, you can do this. Come back to me.”

Steve choked on a breath. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled again, and here were the tears, here’s what Eddie had been waiting for. He knew crying would likely trigger a headache, so he made a mental list of things he’d need to prepare.

“Not your fault,” Eddie promised him again. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I never shoulda yelled, that’s on me.” He smoothed his hands down over Steve’s back again. “Come back to me, baby, where are you?”

Shaking hands grabbed at Eddie’s shirt, just above his hips. “Eddie.”

“That’s me,” Eddie agreed. “Take a breath for me, sweets, c’mon. In and out.” A shaky puff of air hit his neck, and he gently squeezed Steve. “That’s good. That’s so good. One more, Stevie, c’mon, just one more breath.”

Slowly but surely, Steve calmed down. He let out one last sigh and unclenched his hands, wrapping them around his boyfriend’s waist. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Eddie promised again. “You okay?”

Steve sniffed. “Think so. I, uh… didn’t know that would happen.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No.” He sniffed again, pressed his fingertips into the divots of Eddie’s spine. “I’ve tried, my whole life, to be anybody but my dad. He… he would yell, and I remember thinking as a little kid that… dads aren’t supposed to scare their kids.” He shrugged. “I don’t think it was ever a conscious decision, not to yell. Just a… side effect, I guess, of not being like him.”

Eddie sighed. “And here I come along and fuck it all up, huh?”

Steve shook his head. “You make everything better, Eds. Even if we argue. Because I know we’ll be okay.” He managed a huff of a laugh. “I, uh, don’t actually remember what we were arguing about anymore.”

Eddie chuckled. “Me neither, Stevie.” He pressed a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Steve lifted his head to kiss Eddie properly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Eddie answered instantly. “Always.”

#steddie #stranger things #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #both their dads are awful #can I tag #daddy issues #because that's what it is #panic attack #steddie fic #st fic #or would this be a ficlet?#i dont know what this is #starambles

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nightyelean · 1 year

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beebedoo bidiboo

#explodes with sun #i dont know what this is #but it exists now #my art #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf dca #the daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #fanart

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dcartcorner · 1 month

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cutting back on caffeine

#tmagp #tmagp spoilers #the magnus protocol #colin becher #fanart #i dont know what this is

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very-feral-lesbian · 1 year

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it happens in march of 1997.

eddie and steve walking down the road in boston, eddie's arm carrying a small bag of groceries and steve carrying a large bag of cat food to bring home to sabbath and babylon. they were bundled up in coats, still not used to the harsh winters in boston.

their grocery store was only a few blocks from their house, good for times like these when they came home from work to their cats empty bowls and an equally empty pantry, not ideal for the get-together they were hosting tomorrow night.

boston had been kind to them, living merely blocks from robin and nancy, and the kids were able to come and visit frequently. they got away from the upside down and all of its accompanying instability.

it also had the benefit of being gay-friendly. they had formed a close-knit group of several other neighborhood queers alongside nance and robin. and while they personally weren't super big fans of pda, it did allow them to walk down the streets holding hands, as they were now.

so it was usual thursday, until it wasn't.

"no way, steve harrington in the flesh?"

tommy fucking hagan here, in boston. god hawkins just does not let up.

steve becomes increasingly aware of eddie hand in his. it feels like it weigh 100 pounds. eddie must pick up on this as steve feels eddie drop his hand, going to tuck into his jacket pocket.

tommy looks older, he aged just like his dad. he doesn't look bad, he just aged. it's like steve is in a time warp, his brain truly comprehending for the first time that it's been twelve years since he graduated high school and ditched behind king harrington. since he was the steve that tommy knew.

"wow tommy, i uh- never would have, i mean what are you doing in boston? last i heard you were down in dallas "

tommy smiled, "yeah im here on vacation for a couple days with my," there's a pause "... with my partner."

he and eddie glanced over at each other, picking up on that word but no, he couldn't be.

"what a small world. i mean we- i," pause, grabbing eddie's hand, part of him hoping tommy doesn't notice and the other part begging him to, "we live just down the street. had to pick up some food for the girls," gesturing down to the cat food in his left hand.

tommy smiled wide, "it's so cool how walkable boston is. it's been so nice for the last few days, not sure michael could handle this weather year 'round though."

michael? not michelle or michaela? michael.... michael.

he felt eddie's hand squeeze his, clearly aware of steve's train of thought at the moment.

after 11 years together, eddie practically has a window into steve's brain which is why he speaks up for the first time, "yeah we love boston, despite the cold. if you and michael aren't busy, we are having a few friends over tomorrow night if you two want to join? i'm sure i'd be nice for steve and you to catch up."

steve was thankful for his boyfriend in this moment, "yeah that would be great tommy, it'd be nice to meet michael."

tommy smiled, "yeah we'd love to."

eddie rattled off their address and the time, tommy bidding his goodbyes, leaving steve and eddie walking back the short distance to their apartment.

steve still hadn't said much, eyes looking forward.

"you okay, babe?"

steve looked over at eddie, "is every fucking person from hawkins gay?"

eddie laughed at him, "valid point. although to be fair, as much as i love him, hopper is just about the straightest man i've ever seen."

there is now a part two here

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munson-memories · 3 months

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My mom just called Dustin "Douglas" and i feel like Wayne would get all of Eddies friends names wrong on purpose

"Your friend molly"

"Max"

"Yeah yeah, anyway, your friend Mabel"

"Maxine"

"Yeah margarine"

#needed to start cleaning out my drafts #i dont know what this is #eddie munson #stranger things #¤-munson-memories-¤#wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson #stranger things headcanons #uncle wayne munson

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sunnysabbath · 8 months

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#cruz mumbles #my art #gif #flashing gif #btd2 ren #ren btd #ren hana #btd ren #boyfriend to death 2 #boyfriend to death #the price of flesh #tpof #i dont know what this is #sorry #gatobob #btd #btd2

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ghoulangerlee · 3 months

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sorry sick brain got me thinking about swiss, cumulus and cirrus again lmao, so here's a bit about the three of them being summoned i guess

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Swiss comes through the swirling light with a choked gasp, crawling his way out from the pit; he can feel the girls somewhere behind him, clawed hands on his ankles as he's pulling the weight of three ghouls out from the abyss.

He's been here before, on the surface, once a very long time ago--he's sure that little fanfare is involved with this, just as there was long ago.

The small pile of offerings sit, a temptation, just out of reach, as he continues to use his strength to ensure that he and his girls make it through this; because he's heard the stories of what happens to the pairs who don't make it out together, of the ones who get left behind and he would never do that to them. Would never break something so precious.

When he goes to claw at the ground, the rock like soft earth beneath his sharp nails, a pair of shoes step into his sight just as warm hands come down to grab at him, cupping gentle under his arms before they pull a burst of strength and quintessence all in one that has the three of them coming out of the abyss all at once.

It must be a surprise, because even on the strange ghoul's face, the one who'd pulled him out, he's looking between the three of them like they're something foreign when they're all the same deep down.

Swiss is, the first to stand and help his companions up, stepping in front of them when they've both gotten their feet underneath them, he snaps his teeth and hisses at the strangers surrounding them, tail feathers standing up in a display of dominance and protection.

An earth ghoul, a water ghoul, a fire ghoul that smells somewhat off and a quintessence ghoul who's now standing by a human, the one who summoned them, most likely.

"We won't hurt you," the quintessence ghoul says, holding his hands up, as if showing his palms were a way to calm down a confused, territorial ghoul. "We'll allow you free passage if you don't want to stay."

Swiss watches as the hands motion towards the other three ghouls for a moment, directing them, and his eyes track their movements, careful, cautious.

They produce blankets, something Swiss is familiar with; he's not sure if the girls know what they are, if they've ever been on the surface like he has, but he can recognize that they're starting to feel the chill of the air, something so different from the warmer climate they'd been living in thus far.

He nods slowly and the three ghouls step closer to them, holding the blankets out further, until he can reach out and snatch two of them away, immediately wrapping his companions in them, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of their heads, into colorful and neutral toned feathers.

The earth ghoul goes to offer him the spare blanket and Swiss hesitantly accepts it, wrapping it around his shoulders; he's not quite chilly, the fire in him burning warm and bright, but he does it for the sake of having something to do with his hands.

"If you'd like, we can talk, go upstairs. We have some clothes that you can wear, food if you'd like. We won't keep you long if you don't want to stay."

The quintessence ghoul speaks again, his eyes imploring as he stares Swiss head on, recognizing the protectiveness, in the same way that he's protective of his own pack.

Pack.

Swiss realizes, somewhat distantly, as he feels the pull towards the pile of offerings once again, and he looks to see that the girls have crouched down, are perusing through the items carefully.

Feathers, trinkets, smooth stones and what looked to be a small collection of sea glass.

He can feel, through their bond, that the girls are appreciative of the gifts; they won't quite speak yet, but they're combing through them all the same, dividing them up between the three of them and when they finally look up to catch his gaze, he can feel the decision being made for him.

(Not that he doesn't trust them. He would do anything for the girls.)

"If I stay," Swiss says, finally turning back to the others, staring first at the quintessence ghoul, and then at the human beside him. "What will happen to the girls?"

The quintessence ghoul looks from him, to the other two, opens his mouth to say something, but the human places a gloved hand on his arm and steps forward.

Nothing about him seems impressive to Swiss, nothing about him really feels like anything beyond an undercurrent of some sort of arcane something that resides beneath his skin.

"Can they sing?" He asks, something hopeful in his tone, as his eyes dart between the three of them.

Swiss thinks back to the beautiful music the three of them had made together, voice loud and joyous as they flew through the air.

"Like nothing you've ever heard before."

That seems to appease the human, because he nods, inhales deeply, "If you three would like a place in the band...it's yours." he says, and though he still looks somewhat nervous about everything; possibly three ghouls coming to surface instead of just a one, he sounds sure in his decision.

He feels a tug and glances back to the girls, who are looking at him, their heads cocked, the taller one, Cirrus, nods slowly while the shorter one, Cumulus, draws the blanket tighter around her and comes to stand beside Swiss.

"Alright," he says, feeling Cirrus come to stand at his other side, "We accept."

As the words come out of his mouth, he feels it, a pressure in his mind, feels the girls sag against him as their bond opens up into something more; the other ghouls and the human, who now that Swiss is able to, can sense that he's there too.

He almost laughs at it, a human opening his mind up to his ghouls.

How unheard of.

Warmth closes around the three of them, the bond snapping into place almost like a rubber band, so quick, a little painful, but something about it right.

"Welcome to the surface," the human says again as he steps forward once more, closer this time, to the three of them, "My name is Cardinal Copia and I lead the Ghost project."

#the band ghost fic #my writing #swiss ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #i dont know what this is

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thefairmaidenoffandom · 25 days

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