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tmuse-ac · 1 year
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he wanted attention.
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megalommi · 10 months
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Sloppy Tim Curry
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wolfy1298 · 9 months
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Her
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thedgeofsleep · 1 year
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BENDY AND THE  DARK  MARK REVIVAL. edit inspired by mark’s playthrough ♡
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chonijabitha · 2 years
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But they say if you dream a thing more than once, it’s sure to come true.
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rodolfoparras · 1 year
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Thinking about how Price is a big fan of terms of endearment | 18+, MINORS DNI
Price loves using terms of endearment with you and it’s not uncommon for him to refer to you as “my love”, “sweetheart”, “angel” even. Matter of fact he uses those more than your actual name.
But his favorite?
His favorite one is boy. Simple in its form, plain even to some, but it did the job and was useful in many ways than one.
If you were going head to head about something that really didn’t matter in the end, and you got a bit ahead of yourself by saying something you shouldn’t say he’d grab you by the scruff of your neck, pull you close so you’d be standing face to face and say “you hear yourself boy? Hm?” His voice would be all gruff, his grip firm, tone a bit too stern but the word oh the word would be enough to remind you of the love and affection he had for you.
While out and about on a mission, you wouldn’t be able to be affectionate with each other- bound to keep to keep it professional and your relationship privat. It wasn’t always a hard task -until it was. Especially in moments were you’d be crouched down, weapon in hand as you peaked through a hole in the wall, awaiting the signal so that you’d be able to set off your weapon. Price would be crowed, toe to toe with the grim reaper himself, and your hands would be shaking, trigger taunting the pad of your finger but you wouldn’t be able to press down on it, not until he’d give you permission to do it.
“Now” At last, his voice would crackle through the intercom and the tip of your finger would meet the trigger, setting off your weapon.
You’d still be in your original position when he’d turn on his heel to face you. Despite the distance you’d still be able to see the smile on his face, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and you’d be able hear his voice loud and clear as he said the words
“That’s my boy”
And if you were to find yourself in rather compromising positions with the Captain himself- positions where he’d have one leg on each side of your head and his crotch dangerously close to your face- positions where his chest would be flush against your back as he kept his hand on your dick- or even with you pinned down on your back as he thrusted relentlessly into your hole, you’d hear the words
“what’s that boy? Tell me what you want”
And if you managed to get out a response, you’d be rewarded with the words “that’s it, that’s captain’s boy”
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dragomerepyrrhart · 10 days
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Inspired by Midsummer Midas, I wanted to do concepts for Hot Society Summer.
Montague with and without a tank top, sundress duelist Nisha, swimsuit Valeria, and Beach Bum Oscar.
Yes yes, Montague would wear a “sun’s out guns out” tank top. At least in my mind
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mainsumper · 20 days
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He lights up my life like the sun. ☀️
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sea-of-machines · 7 months
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Maglor playing kantele in traditional karelian clothes
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salem-starlight · 1 month
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Good Morning My Little One [by Salem-Starlight]
Good morning, my sweet little one. I know you're feeling sleepy and cozy in your bed, but it's time to wake up and start the day. I have a lot of fun things planned for us, and I want you to be happy and energetic.
I'm going to gently lift the covers and give you a soft kiss on your forehead. You look so adorable with your sleepy eyes and your messy hair. I love you so much, my precious baby. I'm going to help you sit up and wrap you in your favorite warm blankets. You can cuddle with me while I stroke your hair and tell you how proud I am of you!
You're such an amazing little, and you make me so happy. You listen and follow the rules, and you're always so sweet and polite. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm so lucky to be your Caregiver.
Now, let's get you ready for the day. I'm going to pick out a cute outfit for you, something comfy and colorful. Maybe a onesie or a dress, or a T-shirt and shorts. Whatever you like, my little one. I can help you change your clothes, or you can do it yourself if you're big enough, and make sure you're all ready and clean. I can brush your hair and tie it in a cute bow or a ponytail if you'd like, baby. I'm going to give you a hug and a kiss on your head and tell you how nice and cute you look!
Then, I'm going to take you to the kitchen and make you a yummy breakfast. Maybe some pancakes or waffles, or some cereal or oatmeal. Whatever you want, my little one. I'm going to cut up some fruit for you and pour you some juice or milk. If you want me to feed you with a spoon and wipe your mouth for you, absolutely!I'm going to praise you for eating well and being a good eater!
After breakfast, we're going to brush your teeth and wash your face. I'm going to give you your favorite toy/pacifier/stuffie to keep you company. I'm going to tell you what we're going to do today and how much fun we're going to have. Maybe we'll go to the park or the zoo, or watch a movie or play a game. Whatever you like, my little one. I'm going to hold your hand and guide you to the door. I'm going to help you put on your shoes and your coat. I'm going to tell you how excited I am to spend the day with you.
You're my sleepy little one, and I'm going to take care of you and make you happy. I'm going to protect you and comfort you. I'm going to love you and cherish you. You're my everything, my little one. And I'm yours, too.
[I got inspired last night to write for the first time in month's.]
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iidgm · 2 months
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“Dogday says . . . Fetch!”
Roxie watched their friend toss the rubber ball, the ball going well over their head and beyond.
“Go! Go! As far as you can!”
They giggled and made a run for it, their arms full of the trash they had gathered earlier. They had big projects, you see. Big, big projects! Bigger than you could imagine!
Their little legs moved as fast as they could, following the path the ball had taken. The weight in their arms slowed them down, but that didn’t deter them at all!
They ran and ran, the scraps they carried slowly started to fall from their grasp, but they did not look back or slow down to pick them up. They were on a mission! That was Dogday’s favorite ball, they couldn't just leave it!
Roxie’s eyes zeroed on the small, yellow, rubber ball on the ground.
They gasped for air, they haven’t run like that in a while! Not since Hoppy challenged the whole crew into a speeding contest. She won, of course, but they didn’t do bad at all either!
Roxie let go of the remaining objects in their arms, making a beeline towards the yellow ball.
Roxie wrapped their fingers around the sphere, and stared at it longingly.
Roxie looked back, looked back at the path they took. They tried their best to see beyond the red on the walls and floor, the red in the ceiling and air.
Red red red.
Roxie turned their vision to the small pile they managed to bring with them, and gently took a small cardboard cutout.
A cardboard cutout that had their best friend in it. A cardboard cutout that had a big red button to press.
Roxie pressed the button, cradling the object in their arms.
“Dogday says . . . Fetch!”
It said.
“Go! Go! As fast as you can!”
It said.
Roxie let out a bitter laugh, and hung their head low.
They were so. Tired.
So, so tired.
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KISS ME
I'M FEELING SO MUCH BETTER
KISS ME
AND I CAN MAKE YOU STRONG
HIDE HIDE
I'LL FIND YOU SOON ENOUGH
YOUR BONES WILL HARDEN
AND YOUR SKIN WILL SLOUGH!
Uh Oh! Your PC ran into a problem and needs to restart!!!
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creator-indy · 8 months
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human chip
*DROPS AND RUNS*
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taralen · 27 days
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Lifeline
My heart lays bare
throbbing outside my chest.
Thirty cables tangled in bundles
of coiled cords. One wire remains —o—o—o—o—o<|
tethered taut and trembling with
each terrible beat of an organ
exposed with frenzied glee.
Eyes hollow and leaking
watching that line
quiver with each
electrified
pulse.
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lordsecondsenju · 2 months
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The air was frigid in the Land of Fire, the wind whipped around long, dark hair. A gloved hand pushed the black hair out of his face, looking over the map that was in his other hand as he held back strands that whipped around his body. How could anyone want to be out here in this? Well, it wasn’t a choice for the man who was bundled up in three layers to try and maintain body heat. The fire nature chakra cycling through his body was helping minimally, but he was still chilly.
With a groan, Madara folded up the map and checked his surroundings as the wind died down for a moment. He was getting close to the last known location of the Three Tailed Beast. He’d been on the hunt for hours now, and it seemed like he was getting nowhere. That the signs of the tailed beast were fading faster than he could find them.
“Curse this stupid mission. The Daimyo had better pay up good for this one, sending me off into the cold to find this beast…” His voice carried and echoed through the forest as he walked. He shuddered at the echo, an eerie emptiness to the voice, as if something not human was taking his voice and twisting it. He had to physically shake that thought from his head.
As the day dragged on, Madara would find himself having to backtrack, turn around, or completely go off path to get closer to the lake that was the last known location of the Three Tails. And as he did, it began to rain. At first, it was just a light drizzle. But as Madara found himself walking further, the drizzle turned into rain, then the rain turned into sleet. It was a pretty heavy downpour as Madara reached the lakeshore and he stuffed the drenched map away in a pouch on his belt.
“Finally…”
He looked around the shore, before casting his gaze over the water. He was barely able to make out the form of an island in the middle of the lake, hidden by the sleet and rain pouring down on the lone man. “I cannot be expected to get out there, right?” He asked as he pulled out the notes on his mission. No, he was definitely expected to get to the island.
With a curse, Madara shoved the paper back into the pouch it had come from, before his hand moved to grab a kunai from a different pouch on his belt. He had to be prepared for anything.
As if it were second nature, Madara channeled chakra into the soles of his feet and took a few steps onto the water. He knew it would be a long walk, the lake was huge! Better get to it.
He began to run towards the island, trying to make up for the time he had lost by getting turned around on his way to the lake. After a few minutes of running, he swore he was hearing a second set of steps tapping along the surface of the lake to his left. He brought himself to a stop and looked over in that direction, pushing his bangs back from his face to see clearly.
The rain was not helping, though, and Madara could barely see a few meters in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he activated his sharingan, allowing it to focus in the direction of the second footsteps. While he had anticipated seeing someone standing there, he hadn’t expected the absolute density of the chakra signature they radiated.
Tensing, Madara knew this was about to be a fight. But he had the upper hand. Gripping his kunai tighter, he ran at the figure in the rain, relying on his sharingan to navigate. The figure in the rain also lunged at him, reaching behind themselves to draw a short sword from a sheathe attached at their lower back.
Tension filled Madara’s body as he finally got close enough to see the person he was about to cross blades with. A man. A man dressed in surprisingly light clothing. Only one layer of flowing, green and tan fabrics. As their blades clashed, sparks flew, and Madara was able to actually take in the man before him.
White hair, plastered to his forehead in wispy strands, sharp red eyes with long pupils that were nothing more than slits that were focused on Madara with the intent to kill, and three red markings on his face, one on each cheek and one on his chin. The notes on the mission hadn’t included any details of a person guarding the lake or the Three Tails.
“I’m not here for you. I just want the Three Tails.” Madara warned. He really didn’t want to fight someone if he could help it. He didn’t like the thought of hurting others. Not when the capturing of the Tailed Beasts was simple. The beasts didn’t think, they were all action. They were easily controlled by his sharingan, it’s why he’d been chosen.
“That’s a shame. You can’t have him. Turn around and leave before I kill you.” The man spoke in a gravelly voice. Madara was surprised at his words. Was this man really acting as a guard for the Tailed Beast?
Madara pushed the other man back, and he jumped back as well so he could gather himself and assess the situation. The man’s chakra was dense, strong, and oppressive. He didn’t know why it felt familiar, though…
As he was thinking, he noticed that the man was very still, his hands pressed together, palm to palm with the sword pressed between them, in front of him. Madara could physically feel the energy around them change as the seconds ticked on. He couldn’t let this get out of hand. He launched himself at the man, only to be blocked by the sword. As the sparks settled, Madara was able to see just what he was facing.
The man’s eyes were now surrounded by a light blue coloring in the pattern of scales which fed down across his cheeks, as well. A sage! Madara let out a determined grunt. There was only one family he knew of that openly shared that they carried the blood of sages and could achieve sage arts with enough training in solitude.
“You’re a Senju!”
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harundraws · 6 months
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i think this is halloween appropriate?? (ok yeah, halloween ain’t over yet !!! but still!)
something that materialized after i read @novelconcepts take on a vampire taivan fic 👀👀
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yeah i’m weak !!! i can’t resist posting wips, i really wanted to finish these pages today !!
IN THE MEANTIME…. you shouuulddd …. i don’t know, maybe go read it, yeah??? YES GOOD.
->here’s the link to novelconcepts’ post to the fic <-
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