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piratekane · 24 days
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(post-3x05 kacy scene)
Warm fingertips press down against the thin skin on the inside of her wrist, a melody she knows that she knows but can’t quite place in the early grey of the morning, the sun rising, muted, through the low clouds outside the window. She was asleep a minute ago and there’s a dream quickly fading away as her eyes open slowly and the room shifts into focus.
“Morning,” Kate whispers, still sunken in her pillow.
“G’morning.” Lucy pulls the words from the back of her throat like she’s pulling cotton from a cattail. “Time s’it?”
Kate doesn’t roll over to check her phone. “Early,” she guesses. “Too early for our day off.”
A day off. A present for her jungle excursion, courtesy of Tennant. A whole day to let her body come down from the high of being chased through thick vegetation with a life hanging delicately in her hands. Lucy lets her eyes close again and sinks back into her pillow. She goes back to focusing on Kate’s fingers looped carefully around the wrist between them. Tap, tap, taptap. Tap, tap. A song, then. One that she knows but can’t quite place.
“Is that Boot Scootin Boogie?”
Kate exhales a short laugh. “Taylor Swift.”
“Who else would it be?” Lucy feels the bed shift as Kate slides a little closer. She can feel the soft heat coming off Kate’s bare arms and wants to reach for it, pull it back over her, close her eyes and slip back into sleep for just a little bit longer.
It was a long day yesterday, her nerves pulled to their breaking point. When she stepped over the threshold to their apartment, the weight she had been working so hard to push off came crashing down on her. She doesn’t remember tasting the pizza Kate ordered, doesn’t remember picking Love is Blind on the TV or queuing up where they left off. She doesn’t remember brushing her teeth or turning out the light.
She does remember Kate’s body warm behind her on the couch, her own body pressed to Kate’s front as they sat wrapped up in each other. She remembers Kate’s arms and how they wrapped low around her waist in bed and held her tightly. She remembers soft lips to her bare shoulder and I love you against her skin as she let the exhaustion take over.
She remembers the Kate of it all, the steady and warm and loving presence she’s come to need like oxygen in her lungs. She remembers the overwhelming feeling of love—one she thought she’d never find in a million years.
“I could sleep another hundred hours,” she admits, eyes still closed.
She feels Kate’s smile against the back of her hand. “You can. We have nothing planned today.”
The thought is so tempting. She could pull Kate’s arms around her, drape them over her like the light comforter they’re sharing, and let herself sink back into sleep. It’s not too far off; she could reach for it and be asleep in moments.
But Kate is awake and tapping out a Taylor Swift song against her pulse point and that usually means banana pancakes and a Golden Girls marathon and pressing Kate against the counter edge and kissing her until either their lungs start to burn or the pancakes start to smoke. Lucy loves those mornings and the way Kate tastes like the bites of bananas she snuck before mixing them into the batter.
“Did I dream yesterday?”
“Only if we were having the same nightmare.” Kate’s free hand pushes back some of Lucy’s hair. “Otherwise, it was real.”
Lucy slides her foot forward, curling her ankle around Kate’s calf. “I thought so.” She opens one eye, studying Kate’s profile. She’s committed it to memory by now. “I feel like a truck ran me over.”
“It did,” Kate murmurs. “That very much happened.”
Lucy sighs. Yesterday wasn’t a dream. She can see it vividly in her mind and she closes her eyes against it again, trying to fill it with Kate—Kate so close and so warm.
“I’m not ready to talk yet,” she admits. She isn’t. She can’t. She’s still working through her family in her own mind; she can’t possibly put into words what they’re like and what they’ve done to her and to each other.
“We don’t have to talk.” Kate’s voice is soft and genuine and Lucy thinks again—again and again—how lucky she is. “We can just lay here. We don’t have to do anything at all.”
Lucy knows Kate isn’t lying. She knows Kate won’t push and she won’t prod and she’ll let Lucy set the pace for when and where and how. And it sounds perfect—a whole day in bed with Kate and their bodies pressed close together, hidden away from the world.
But someone told her to live her life yesterday. Someone who had the courage to throw theirs to the wind and start over from scratch. Someone who proved that there are still good people in the world who want to do what’s right for the sake of doing the right thing. And even if she can’t talk about it yet, even if she’s not ready to unlock the ugly parts of her past and lay them out on the table, she’s not going to lay in bed all day and let the world just pass her by.
“No.” She opens both eyes, staring deeply into Kate’s brown ones. “Let’s get up. We can make pancakes.”
“Banana or blueberry?”
“Both,” she says, feeling greedy and not caring. “And bacon. And toast. And—“
Kate laughs. “Okay. Remember we can only eat so much.”
“I can eat so much. I’m from—“
“Texas, yes.” Kate laughs again and leans in, kissing Lucy softly and pulling away too soon.
Lucy thinks about chasing her, pressing her deep into the mattress and not stopping until she has to come up for air. But she settles on letting Kate pull away and slide out of bed, pulling her hair up into a ponytail that exposes the long line of her neck. In her thin tank top and her soft shorts, no one has ever looked more beautiful than Kate does right now.
Lucy may be holding some things back, may be keeping some things close to the vest, but this? This she wants to scream from the rooftops. This she wants everyone to know. This she wants to tell Kate.
“I love you.”
Kate looks back over her shoulder, a smile on her face that threatens to break through the grey clouds outside their window. “I love you too.”
Live your life, Lucy Tara.
Lucy smiles as she gets up and stretches her arms above her head, feeling the tension break in her shoulders. She is going to live her life. She’s going to take every moment and hold it tightly in her hands. She’s going to love Kate with every part of her that’s capable of it and when she’s ready she’ll tell Kate everything she wants to know.
“Lucy?”
Lucy looks up. “Hmm?”
“I said, we can make toast too. If you want.”
She thinks about it for a moment before she smiles. “Life is too short to skip the toast.”
Kate rolls her eyes, pulling the sheet back up on the bed. “Where did you read that?”
“That’s a Lucy Tara quote, free of charge.” She winks when Kate laughs and scrubs her hair back off her neck into a bun. “There’s more where those came from, by the way.”
“Lucky me,” Kate grumbles, still smiling.
“Yeah,” Lucy says softly. “Lucky you.” She holds Kate’s eyes for a moment. “Lucky us.”
Kate’s smile slips into shy before she clears her throat and gives the neatly-made bed one last pat. “Lucky us,” she echoes. She slips out of the bedroom and heads towards the kitchen, humming something under her breath.
Lucy watches her walk away and thinks: this is a good life. This is a life worth living.
She follows Kate.
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seancefemme · 2 years
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Scarlet Scarab
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Goooood morning fuckers
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mommyesque · 5 months
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Well, I suppose I do have a thing for disheveled and inviting gay men
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Also, them both being sassy kings and roommates with their dumbass blonde straight (?) friend (??) does things to me :)
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inkysquelched · 2 months
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Them.
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I drew my bozos and there’s nothing you can do about it. Now get ready for a long post as I talk about my headcannons for them. Feel free to ask me anything about them, I love rambling:
Agent 3: Has a major RBF, but she’s nice I promise you. She’s been enjoying her role as captain but was overwhelmed at first.
Weapon preferences: shooters, chargers
Fave Special: Splashdown
Agent 4: Just vibing honestly, she’s gotten pretty good at hacking/research over the years.
Weapon preferences: daulies, brushes
Fave Special: Boyah Bomb
Agent 8: Curses in octarian at least 5 times a day. Remarkably relaxed despite all the bs shes been through.
Weapon preferences: shooters
Fave Special: Triple Inkstrike
Neo 3: A chaotic child, will occasionally eat stuff off the floor.
Weapon preferences: tri-stringer, blasters if shes feeling spicy
Fave Special: Super Chump
Some Honorable Mentions:
3 has a major sweet tooth and she won’t apologize for it. (shes awful with spicy food tho gchfxgfz)
Neo really likes bread.
8 will eat the most criminally offensive spicy food without a reaction.
3 likes to sleep in her squidform, it’s kinda weird to others. It’s honestly more worrying if she doesn’t shift forms. (hc that people usually only do that when theyre really sick…..and then theres 3)
4 listens to her music too loud.
3 and 4 bicker all the time, but it rarely gets to a point where they’re actually upset. They especially fight about how to lead on missions (this is moot bc 3 is the captain lol) because 3 prefers the “slow and steady” approach and 4 prefers to play “fast and loose”, if that makes sense. (8s just here for the ride)
The squid sisters like to say that 3 and 4 are twins and they both hate it.
3 is a runaway, Neo is an orphan. Different circumstances, same outcome. They relate to each other a lot and I think thats awesome (and sad).
Neo (and 8) will occasionally say some out of pocket shit without realizing just how messed up it really is: “what? you’ve never had to eat out of the trash before?”
3 is very emotionally numb and has a hard time expressing any care towards others, so she ends up showing it through favors/giving advice/“are you ok?”s. She’ll tell you to put on a jacket when it’s 70 degrees out lol. (this is also why she’s a mess around 8, those are feelings she has no idea how to deal with)
3 is terrified of being sick (like bedridden sick, haha sanitization go brr) and will inwardly panic the whole time.
3 has the worst alcohol tolerance behind Marie and 4. (Callie will drink 12 shots of vodka without flinching)
Octolings have a very different view on relationships than inklings do; inklings will date/marry out of love while octolings will treat it more as a transaction (not saying they can’t, love just isn’t a priority). 8 as had and infatuation for 3 for years but doesn’t act on it because she wasn’t sure if she really felt the way she did. She knows inklings hold more weight to relationships and didn’t want to risk hurting 3 if she was wrong. (the events of side order really helped her figure it out)
After the events of Splatoon 2, 4 took a back seat on being an agent. Less frontlines and more research focused. (like Marie lol) She hated this at first, but grew to like it.
3s alter ego is DJ Sango, she uses her rapping/singing to vent. 4 and 8 play dumb and pretend they don’t know about her account. (They both listen to her music tho 😶)
8 is extremely calm, you’d have to be trying to piss her off.
Inklings are like mood rings, there tentacles will change color depending on their mood (think like streaks or spots of other colors) The more intense the emotion, the deeper the color.
8 and 3 both have to clean/replace their weapon filters more often than most but for different reasons: for eight its bc shes an octoling (their ink is more abrasive) while 3 has thicker ink than normal as the last remnant of being partially sanitized.
3 isn’t actually as stinky as the squid sisters will have you believe. She one time came back from a mission smelling particularly RANKED that day, and they’ve never let her live it down.
There’s probably more but I can’t think of any rn
k bye <3
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200llbun · 2 years
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Ignoring how diff he looks compared to the last post, dip in some suit thingy fancy. And a drink again, idk why, it just seemed fitting.
I'm gonna redraw - hopefully w Bill. But imma do that when I get more in the artsy pretty mode, rather than whatever this was💀
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barbieaemond · 3 months
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I’ll shut up after this, I swear. Just wanted to say that I saw some people being very excited for The King of Qarth and even if this knowledge puts me a little under pressure 👀 it also fuels me with hype and willing to write it. I had an horrible week, as you may know, and pretty much lost all my motivation to write. I don’t even know how this idea came to me (it all started cause I was lusting after Viserys III)
So, thank you so much for your excitement and patience :)
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totallynottinsel · 1 year
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“This world has never seen such a vibrant color / it bestows upon everyone a brilliant hue. A shade more ethereal then white / yet more radiant than gold / it eases into your eyes / and restores to light a solitary soul.”
LOVE POEM YOU SAY? EXCUSE ME, ECUCSJE ME SIR YOU ARE NOT SUBTLE YOI LITTLE
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genericsaddyke · 4 months
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here is pb pls enjoy or I will explode
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khalixvitae · 7 months
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Blogging about him isn’t enough I need a vial of his blood
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flutterbysnowflakes · 1 month
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Vipers And Dragons
PART-II
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Chapter II
Days turned into weeks, the stolen weaponry a thorn in the Falcones' side, and a bargaining chip for both the Vipers and Jimin's crew, the Dragons. The uneasy truce held, a tense peace punctuated by coded messages and silent power plays.
Y/n found herself strangely restless. She hated admitting it, but the memory of that night in the warehouse lingered. The way Jimin moved, panther-like and lethal, the way their eyes had met in the heat of battle, a spark igniting in the darkness.
One rainy night, the silence finally shattered. A coded message arrived, an encrypted invitation from Jimin. A meeting at a secluded waterfront bar, a neutral ground between their territories. Hesitation warred with curiosity, but finally, Y/n decided to go.
The bar was a smoky haven, filled with the sounds of hushed conversations and clinking glasses. Jimin sat alone at a corner booth, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. As she approached, he tilted his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
"Viper," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Care to join me?"
Y/n slid into the booth, her gaze wary. "What is it, Park?"
"A business proposition," he replied, gesturing to the untouched drink beside her. "Peace talks tend to go smoother with a little lubrication."
There was a tension in the air, a mix of antagonism and a strange undercurrent of something more. Y/n accepted the drink, the liquor burning a warm path down her throat. Jimin leaned closer, his voice a husky whisper.
"The Falcones are growing restless. They want a rematch."
"And?"
"We could offer them a different kind of game," he said, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. "One where we work together."
Y/n's brow furrowed. Working with Jimin was a recipe for disaster, yet the idea held a perverse appeal. The thrill of the unknown, the forbidden dance they were teetering on the edge of.
"What are you suggesting?"
Jimin's smile widened, a flicker of something akin to excitement flickering in his eyes. As he leaned in, his voice dropped to a mere murmur, the words sending a shiver down Y/n's spine.
"A double heist. We hit the Falcones where it hurts, and leave them scrambling for scraps. A power play that will leave the city trembling."
The proposition hung in the air, a challenge and a temptation. Working with Jimin was a dangerous gamble, a dance on a knife's edge. But the city, their city, was her battlefield, and she refused to lose control.
"Fine," she finally said, the word both an agreement and a dare. "But make no mistake, Park. This alliance ends when the dust settles. And then," her voice hardened, a glint of steel in her eyes, "it's you and me."
Jimin met her gaze, a slow smile spreading on his face. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Viper."
The smoky air crackled with unspoken desires and a shared hunger for power. The night was far from over, and as they clinked glasses, a dark promise hung between them. This wasn't just about the heist; it was the start of a new game, a dangerous dance of power and passion, played out in the shadows of the city they both ruled.
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seancefemme · 2 years
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sparring 🥊
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I mean 🥵
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Hey every pony!!
This is going to be an ask blog focused around my mlp alicorn ocs, WAIT!! BEFORE YOU GO CAUSE YOU THINK ITS CRINGE HEAR ME OUT!! These OCS I made a long long LONG time ago, when I was little, they have been redone for this specific ask blog,and cause I still love them to peaces, you only see one in the thumbnail picture, because I don't have all my references done yet so, the pony you see in the thumbnail is dusk eclipse (stay with me now..) she is going to be the main pony on this ask blog, so if possible, aim your questions twords her, she is semi puppet based so she has strings on her, which she can take off with help, hence why there's other ponies in the circus group, ANYWAYS ill stop ranting now and let you guys work your Tumblr magic, hopefully ill have ref sheets out soon!!!
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delusional-degenerate · 8 months
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Quotation marks -> “ ” <- are what u should use when writing what ur character says and not a hyphen -> - <- which does nothing but ruin the vibe, same with an apostrophe -> ‘ <-
Quotation marks quote what was said, “I can’t believe you stabbed me!” Character A exclaimed.
With dashes there are, like, four different kinds of dashes meaning different things, and a hyphen which has its similarities with an En dash but ultimately shouldn’t be used interchangeably.
A hyphen -> - <- to hyphenate (or glue) words together, ‘state-of-the-art’
An En dash -> – <- “The en dash is used to represent a span or range of numbers, dates, or time. There should be no space between the en dash and the adjacent material. Depending on the context, the en dash is read as “to” or “through.””
Source: 👇
An Em dash -> — <- (personally one of my favorites) can be used for sudden stops or for emphasis, it can sometimes replace commas, parentheses, and colons, reliant on context ofc.
Apostrophes -> ‘ <- have three main uses, possessive, plural, and contractions.
Possessive: The dog’s toy.
The dog owns the toy.
Plural: “I got three A’s on my report card.”
Report card got three(3) A’s on it.
Contraction: “Let’s go.”
Let us go.
Also idk what the hell ,this’ is, but I don’t like it. Pls refer back to quotation marks.
And remember !! Put spaces between ur paragraphs or else it can be hard for the reader to read, for me I feel like I’m drowning in words and I end up just leaving :/
If any of this info is wrong, no it’s not.
Feel free to correct me on anything.
Also, also, I am not tryna be mean to anyone, these are just things I’ve picked up from reading and writing for so many years. Love y’all and keep writing!!
If u need help with punctuation, this seems to be a good place to look, if ur american that is idk if it would be different for other countries🤷‍♀️
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200llbun · 2 years
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Drawing yassified men gotta be one of my fav hobbies✍️
Told you I would redraw this🍊. The artstyle change is so embarrassing, but my hand got use to old habits. Bills grin in this rlly got me on my knees ong (model au, wink)
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BTW I hope ppl can tell that Bill has a lil ponytail and not his hair down, cuz I feel like it's hard to tell🤨
We're ignoring the fact I've been drawing 🌲 w/ a srs expression for most of my drawings - It's become an addiction ik, but everytime I land on his face I can't help trying to make him look like he came from a painting tbh. Imma start changing it up tho😔💔
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