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meto-en · 1 month

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#lisa frankenstein #idk how tumblr works #upd wow thanks everyone

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shmytegoblin · 4 months

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never posted on tumblr, but here is a cool Xiv fan art cause flip it.

#slimecicle #slimecicle bg3 #xiv slimecicle #xiv #my art #idk how tumblr works #love this freak

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nothankyoudear · 1 year

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Ever since Merlin was a small child, Hunith had always bombarded him with loving touches. She carried him whenever she could, and when he grew too big to be carried, she left him with warm hugs and soft touches on his cheeks. She wiped his tears when he cried, and intertwined their fingers on cold nights as they slept.

Arthur, on the other hand, could not remember the last time he was touched by his father in any way other than a firm clasp on the shoulder. All his life, he's known nothing but side glances and firm remarks. No one was there to wipe his tears away when he cried, and certainly no one was there to hold him on cold nights as he slept.

He was the prince of Camelot, after all, and everyone knew that princes cannot be soft.

Which was why, the first time that Merlin went in for a hug, Arthur immediately flinched back.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Arthur left, unable to stand the tension in the air. Not thinking much about it, he had rendered it just another one of those awkward little moments with Merlin that would soon dissipate from his memory.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Arthur found himself unable to move on from it. He spent that night turning in his bed, wondering what it would've been like if he accepted Merlin's hug - The warmth and comfort that he had only ever seen given to others. He fell asleep wondering what it would feel like to be embraced by another.

Merlin doesn't do it again, at least not for a while. It was understandable, especially after Arthur reacted so drastically at his first attempt at closeness, but Arthur still couldn't help but spend another few sleepless nights regretting his reaction.

Because he was the prince of Camelot, and if Merlin - irresponsible, reckless, sarcastic Merlin - wasn't willing to touch him, then no one was.

So when the second time came - when Merlin, most likely without thinking ("when does he ever think?"), went in for a hug, Arthur hugged back.

He wrapped Merlin in his arms, and oh, it was bliss. The warmth and the comfort and the closeness that he had heard so much about were all real. He couldn't help but tighten his arms around the other boy's thin body and lean in, rendered helpless by a sense of aching intimacy.

Questions immediately appeared in Arthur's mind: How had he survived up until then without touches like these? If Merlin had never been assigned as his manservant, would he have gone his whole life without experiencing this? And now that he's finally experienced this, how could he go without it for the rest of his life?

The thought pained Arthur, so he squeezed even harder.

They didn't talk about it afterwards, but Arthur knew that Merlin knew. Arthur had exposed the softness underneath his hard exterior, and now Merlin knew.

And lord, was it great.

Their previously rare touches turned more and more common. Soon, putting on Armour turned into lingering touches on Arthur's body, and training sessions turned into Merlin haphazardly wiping the sweat from Arthur's forehead as he leaned into the cooling touch on his skin.

Sometimes, if Arthur was feeling brave, he’d even initiate some of these touches.

He’d hook his finger with Merlin’s as they walked to the stables, running his thumb against whatever skin he could reach. He’d warm Merlin’s seemingly forever cold hands by gently pulling them into his own bigger ones. He’d walk up silently behind Merlin as he’s softly humming a song while polishing Arthur’s armour, and wrap his arms around his waist, burying his head into the crook of Merlin’s shoulder.

It was like Arthur's mind was trying to reclaim all touches lost to the years. He craved skin - Merlin's skin - on his. He craved the way Merlin's fingers ran over his muscles. He craved these moments of intimacy where he wasn't Arthur Pendragon, the prince of Camelot, and he was just Arthur.

And somehow Merlin knew of this insatiable craving of his, because he was always giving and giving and giving. Arthur never openly asked for the tender touches and the soft trails of fingertips against his stomach, but Merlin - lovely, gorgeous, beautiful Merlin - was always there to give.

The love in Merlin was overflowing, and Arthur was there to catch every last drop of it.

And as Arthur was still human (despite how hard he tried), there were times when he wept.

Arthur cried the same way he cried when he was a child - with his shoulder shaking, his eyes shut, and his hands trembling. He also used to sob with his mouth open and with his grief audible like any other child, but that had long been scolded and beaten out of him.

However, despite the habits that he brought into adulthood, the nights when he cried were no longer like the lonely nights that he suffered through as a child - There was no ache in his chest as tears ran down his cheeks. No biting the collar of his shirt as he attempted to stay quiet. No harsh words to keep him silent.

There were, in their place, gentle caresses to his forehead as Merlin smoothed back his hair, murmuring words of comfort under his breath. A warm shoulder to lean on as he cried quietly. Thumbs that wiped under his lashes and nimble fingers that caressed his cheeks.

A voice that cooed and replied, “I'm here, darling” when Arthur whispered, “Merlin, Merlin, Merlin” through his tears. Lips that pressed against his as another sob seeped out. Arms that wrapped around Arthur, and gentle hands that ran themselves comfortingly over the expanse of his back until they both fell asleep.

And what a joy it was, to have someone who wiped his tears away when he cried, and someone to hold him on cold nights as he slept. To be touched and held and loved.

What a joy Merlin was.

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maxxo00 · 3 months

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just trying to understand how this thing works

#trigun #idk how tumblr works #hello tumblr #um help

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tribetwelvee · 5 months

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Uhh.. First post.. Very awkward.. take some Alex art!!

#alex kralie #marble hornets #idk how tumblr works

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dokuvu · 6 months

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happy bday, zoro!! 🤧💕

drawing inspired by the official art ^__^

I got the idea that Luffy was preparing to surprise him from behind

#monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece #zolu #my art stuff #yippee #idk how tumblr works #zoro x luffy #one piece fanart

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somethingaboutsasha · 18 days

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I'm posting art here now yayyy

#school bus graveyard #ashlyn banner #idk how tumblr works

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theweedisasterxoxo · 12 days

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What He Wants To Be

For the April Showers Challenge, I decided to try my hand at writing a Joel Miller x Reader oneshot!

Warnings/Content: allusion to sex (not explicit), petname (one use of “darlin’”), no age gap specified but I do imagine Jackson!Joel, fluff???

Word Count: 538

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Joel Miller was not a good man.

You could ask any soul who had known him in the past twenty years and they would provide stories suitable for the most grizzly horror collection. They’d tell you how his words offered nothing better, all vulgar and rough around the edges just like him. In the night, when the cyan that painted the canvas of day bled into azure and cerulean, specked with greys and faded pinks, the images that plagued his mind were as twisted as his limbs in his bedsheets.

But for you, he wanted to be a good man — he needed to be a good man.

It was unclear how it even came to be that someone like you had nestled their way into his life and into his heart, wrapped your body around his in a declaration of love he thought he’d long since forgotten. But as his head fell back while he called to a God he did not believe in, as his worn and calloused hands fumbled to hold you close to him, he believed he could be a good man.

“Where’d you go just now?” You ask. Your hands are soaked and covered in bubbles from the dish soap you use to wash the dishes. Facing the window you can see the pouring rain outside, you can hear it pattering against the ground. The breeze drifts in but it’s not so cold that it’s unpleasant. Not when Joel’s arms are around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he hums along to the song playing from the record player — it’s decades old now. a man sings about being too old to lose it and too young to choose it. You aren’t really listening to the music anyway. Not when Joel speaks up.

“Nowhere special, darlin’,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear. His eyes are closed as he presses a soft kiss to your neck.

Moments like these remind you how glorious life can be, no matter how mundane said moment is. No matter how dreary it is outside or in your hearts, you know you have him. You can only hum in response as his lips pepper more kisses over your neck and across the space it meets your shoulder, swaying you to the music. The splosh of a spoon you drop into the soapy water does nothing to bring you away from the feel of him against you.

“Nowhere special at all,” he repeats as you turn to face him, wrapping your arms ‘round the back of his neck. It dampens his shirt but as long as you’re embracing him he doesn’t care. His lips are over yours in a second, treating you to the love he so desperately wants to give.

The remaining dishes are forgotten about as sinful-sweet words are whispered into the air. Your bodies entwine in a rhythm accompanied by the softest melody of love you could ever hope to express, defenceless and courageous in a world of woes and fear. Smiles tug at lips and hands wander while words of gentle affirmation are uttered.

Joel Miller was not a good man but by God did you make him feel like he was.

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My lovely moots!:

@strang3lov3 @endlessthxxghts @beefrobeefcal (sorry for not including you, i honestly didn’t realise we were moots!!!)

#undercoveraprilshowerschallenge #joel miller #fanfic #x reader #rainymood #idk how tumblr works #UnderCoverAprilShowersChallengw

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gamerstar111 · 20 days

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silly little komaegi doodle i did…. i luv them so much they’re so silly

+ bonus tiny komaegis

#my contribution to the 3 people of komaegi society #i havent posted art in years im lowkey nervous asf LOL #makoto naegi #nagito komaeda #komaegi #danganronpa #idk how tumblr works #ill figure it out one day #lucky duo #lucky duo art #cxsmicart

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burnt-out-pancake · 21 days

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I made this fanart for @hockeyisforthegays for chapter 6 of heroine! :D

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanart #art #digital art #yuji itadori #geto suguru #this is my first post #idk how tumblr works

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hopefulnightlady · 1 month

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141 Headcannons two, electic boogaloo (NSFW, gender neutral)

Part one (Price): here

Part three(Gaz): here

Part four(Ghost): here

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Hello folks, as promised here you have more Soup (Soap). This is possibly one of my more controversial opinions, so read at you at own risk to learn the truth. If you disagree, tell me, so I can politely tell you how wrong you are.

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As always, here be spicy content beneath the cut.

Perhaps, besides Ghost (and Price. oh god Gaz too. shit) my most controversial take.

If you think John "Soap" Mactavish is a sub bottom, kindly, this is your sign to leave, and possibly go nibble a brick wall to consume the lichen growing on it for sustenance.

This is your second, and last, warning.

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Are they all gone? Okay, now that only the objectively correct people remain:

DOM LEANING SWITCH

more sadistic tendencies than masochistic, but both exist

Listen to me. That man thrives in the military power structure, he's happy there, so he'd be happy in a kink dynamic too.

Deffo more of a soft dom

I feel he'd be playful, and assertive, and perceptive at once somehow (juuust like everywhere else in life)

Could totally decouple the giving/recieving bits of sex from dominance/submission and wouldn't think twice before power bottoming the hell out of someone.

Or just bottoming, he doesn't strike me as too picky

Could probably manage to dom someone while being pegged by them (and he'd love it too lmao)

Probably not so much a fan of physical restraints, wouldn't really get the appeal at all

What would he do instead? Maybe ask you sweetly to 'Hold onto the headboard for him, darling?'

Or simply use those gorgeous muscles of his to pin you wherever (never without warning, though, even if it's a playful pin)

Growls. he canonically does, so i allow it here too

Not to get into specific kinks too much but i feel like he'd enjoy chastity but like in a very dom way where he has his own keys and it's mostly for himself???

I know it may sound odd but I've seen people do it and i thought that was cool and Soap would enjoy that

Aftercare:

For aftercare, he'd be very attentive, and make sure you feel safe, and valued, showering you with praise

Especially careful with wound care, he enjoys impact play I’d think.

But he does NOT enjoy seeing his partner in pain they didn't want or plan to be in

Would also talk through everything PAINSTAKINGLY, like wayyy beyond necessary.

It's worse in the beginning, he'd be at least a little worried his partner might be pretending to enjoy things for his sake

As most things, the worry would fade over time, but the care doesn't

Would give BANGER massages as aftercare

The end. lmao. As always:

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