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I think if DC gave Bruce the opportunity to try healing his relationships with his kids that we would solve a lot of my issues personally
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starhoodies · 13 days
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Older soriku week prompt WIP I guess I forgot to post here?? This was supposed to have a previous part (the "THE END" that I still haven't finished), but I like this by itself too.
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rendevok · 11 months
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“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023
day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4
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felixfeliccis · 5 months
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puppyeared · 9 months
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Big cat
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sneckoil · 12 days
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playing house. when house isn't around. (as overburdened friends do)
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based on a text post that i love very much
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dr-chalk · 1 year
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Ao family reunion
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by "real" use whatever criteria you think appropriate. "i think they had feelings for each other but never acted on it" "they had a casual thing/situationship" "they were together but broke up" "they were secretly married in canada and have 6 kids together and their wives are beards". or maybe "they gave each other handjobs but platonically or something" or "one-sided unreciprocated feelings" wouldn't count as "real" by your judgement.
feel free to say your ship/opinions if you reblog. or dont idc im not your mom.
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swampbestie · 8 months
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guys. i know we love cunty ice king and gumlee but. are we just gonna ignore THIS
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eternalscribbles · 2 months
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@raggedytiger so I had a uhm. An idea. And originally it was meant to be sweet and all but I don't control the definitions of names so-
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llamagoddessofficial · 11 months
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Still got that Horror Mafiafell Sans brainrot
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It wasn’t the first time Sans had pulled you into his lap, by any stretch of the imagination. The wads of cash he so often put in your pocket to ‘make up’ for the time you spent trapped had been difficult to explain to the bank at first- by now, it had happened so often that the tellers just got a look on their faces when they saw you walk in
They called you by name without looking at any paperwork. They probably thought YOU were in the mafia.
It was common bar knowledge how fond he was of holding you through his meals. Nowadays, Lisa would jokingly 'warn' you when he came through the doors and his mood was visibly stormy... the deeper his glower, the more likely he was to pull you in without warning when you passed his table, those giant claws sealing tight around a body that immediately became tiny in his presence.
So you should've been used to it.
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... Something was very new about this time. And it wasn't just the lit cigar between his phalanges, different to his usual brand of choice.
Up against his huge chest. Your cheeks were hot, your heart was thumping. His touch was... different. Sat sideways across his lap, he kept you tucked against him with a hand on your thigh. Though on your thigh was a little bit of an understatement- his hand was so huge, he had nearly all of your thigh in his hold. 
The other hand, resting on the table, had the cigar held between the index and middle finger. It felt like an impenetrable barrier between you and the outside world... his gold rings gleaming in the low light.
... Perhaps it was the position of his hand. Holding your thigh gently, but with a possessive hint in the curl of his claws that slightly pressed into your flesh. Big, warm bones, the cold metal of the rings... he was holding you like he owned you.
Either way, you were just staring at his jacket lapel. Finding it very hard to cool down. The smell of smoke and gold was overpowering.
(You’d grown pretty adept at just tuning all table conversations out, for fear of overhearing something dangerous. But today, you couldn’t have concentrated on what was being said to Sans by the other two men at the table, even if you tried to.)
You didn’t know what the meeting he was having was about, and whatever it was, he didn’t seem happy about it. But he wasn't furious in a way that would usually frighten you. His energy was much more... reserved. There was a low scowl written across his face, he looked serious, dark. The crack and his scars cast deep and expressive shadows across his face. You were protected from the entire world, like this.
... Usually, you just felt like a tiny plushie in the arms of a big child who needed comforting. Not this time. And as he brushed his thumb slowly, back and forth across your leg... the prickles ran up your spine.
What's wrong with me? You swallowed. Your heart hadn't slowed down, not one bit, hands balled in your apron. What's going on?
... You heard Sans move, above you. You couldn't help but look up at him- and his big eye moved down to you. He seemed to register your altered state, for the first time, emerging a little from his obvious frustration at the other members of the table.
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... His expression changed. Something about him shifted, ever-so-slightly.
His grin lifted, sharpened... his sockets fractionally lidded. 
He was smirking at you.
You’d grown accustomed to gleaning as much as possible from Sans’ expressions. It was how you judged his mood, how you saw his grabs coming, how you guessed what he was trying to say with the few words he had available. 
Perhaps you were too good, now. Because when he leered down at you like that, gently squeezing your thigh... you could practically hear his words purring through your mind.
“aren’t you cute~?”
You immediately broke eye contact, staring at your own knees. But it to was too late- you felt heat completely flood your face.
... Sans returned his attention to the other people at the table. But not before he gave your thigh another little stroke with his thumb. As if making sure you absolutely knew he saw that.
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You faintly recalled hearing that Sans, before his famous injury, was something of a... playboy. If you were completely honest, it had been very hard to picture the Sans you knew successfully wooing someone.
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You could imagine it, now. Very, very well.
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ghostcasket · 5 months
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Hallmark Exes FAQ!
in light of part 2 being out soon, I’ll be making a little separate FAQ post about them for some backstory info and so i don’t have to keep answering the same questions lol—so send in any questions you have and I’ll answer them in the FAQ!
before getting into the questions, however, I want to clarify something.
Levi and Xavier are my characters. this is my story. while it was prompted by another post—and I encourage everyone who wants to to write their own versions of the prompt!!—it is not a collaborative project. I’ve had multiple separate issues with people wanting to write their own part 2s, and while I really do appreciate that the story resonated so much and inspired people enough to want to add to it, actually doing so and posting it is rude, disrespectful, and a shitty thing to do.
to be clear, I’m not mad at or trying to target any of these people. I know there were no malicious intentions behind it, but my feelings about it remain the same.
I’m not a published author. nobody knows Levi and Xavier are my characters. if someone were to stumble across the original piece and a part 2 someone added without my consent, they’d have no way to know that that’s not canon. any additional info that person decides to include in their writing muddies the waters when I inevitably contradict it, because Levi and Xavier’s story is so much more fleshed out in my head than what I’ve shared on tumblr.
so I guess please just keep that in mind. please don’t hijack my story. it feels weird that I have to say this in the first place, but here we are.
and if you’re about to say something like “but jester, it’s a compliment, it's not that big of a deal! besides, it’s just a tumblr story, it’s not that serious!” I just want to say this: when a writer posts the first chapter of their book or fic on tumblr or ao3 or wattpad or wherever else, do you decide to take it upon yourself to write chapter 2 and post it as if that’s the continuation of the story? no, you wouldn’t, because that’s rude as fuck. this isn’t any different.
ANYWAY. thanks for reading, sorry for the serious post about my silly goofy gay story, don’t forget about any questions you may have :)
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oldkamelle · 1 year
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Still accepting Ideas? If so, Spy asking advice on Sniper on how to tell Scout that he is his dad.
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cathalbravecog · 9 months
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high roller posting continues - parent of world's most chuckable kids that spawn out of nowhere
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ink-asunder · 9 months
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Okay, but I hate HATE it when service workers (nurses, waiters, retail workers) complain about having to do "extra work" for the sake of disabled people. I get it, you're not paid enough to do jack shit at your job (/gen), but you really cannot take it out on people who are FUCKING DISABLED.
"I hate people who modify orders at a restaurant," "I hate when people don't put their carts away," "I hate having to prepare chemo drugs because it's SUCH a pain." Shut the fuck up. It's not MY choice!! I can't control that I get put in the ER for eating A Fruit. I can't help that I'm on the brink of collapse and can't take a cart back into the store after a big shop. And I sure as FUCK am not taking a chemo drug because I think it makes me more interesting as a person. Ya can't say this shit to disabled people.
Disabled people are CONSTANTLY thrown under the bus, CONSTANTLY treated like shit over things they need to do to survive, CONSTANTLY given the "well, if you can't meet MY [ableist] expectations of a Good Person, then you don't deserve to be a part of society to begin with."
Say that. Say that to my face. Just get a little closer I just wanna talk 🏌‍
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