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rockingrobin69 · 2 years
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Okay so just so you know. I am in love with your brain hahaha. Marry me and write me fluffy drarry fic every day? *cough* I meannn.... you're amazing and I just wanted to let you know you deserve warm cuddles, good coffee (or tea or whatever haha), sweet kisses, and all the love in the world. You're amazing and your talent baffles my brain.... That is all <3
Hello new friend, and thank you so much!! That's such a sweet message PLUS everything I aim for in life. Cuddles, good hot beverages (any and all), and love. I'm so very grateful to be able to say I have it in abundance. I love you, new friend! So happy to be writing soft drarry fics for you, currently daily!
As a gift back, for your loveliness and for your kindness, here's a bit of flufftober fic I scrapped in order to write Sugary-Perfectly-Sweet. It started in Harry's POV!
Steam fogged up Harry’s glasses, blurring the world for a second. It was cold in the kitchen. The fire from last night was long gone, and they never turned on the heating. It was enough in the bedroom, the two of them, the unbearable heat of—this, whatever the hell they were doing, and the duvet on top of it, keeping them close. So close. So unbearably...
So Harry snuck out, in socks and a t-shirt he found on the floor. Stumbled to the kitchen, a bit drunk on excitement, on this feeling. Head spinning with everything he said last night, everything he admitted, let loose. He thought Draco would laugh. Would think he’s crazy, would run away. Instead, he took his hand. Sat him down. Kissed the top of his head and said—
Harry curled into himself, sighing into the tea. The kitchen window looked out to the garden, to the giant chestnut tree. Glowing in yellow and orange, like some sort of dream. Harry remembered collecting conquers as a kid—being pelted by them, fucking Dudley—he remembered being alone and thinking everything was too big, too hard. Now he was
What was he now? Happy. He was happy.
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faehrys · 2 years
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inkskinned · 5 months
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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!
they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.
they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.
you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.
but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.
where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.
and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?
doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.
but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.
what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.
just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?
your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.
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shatouto · 4 months
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両片思い
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drrba · 8 months
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friend-shaped guys
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khytal · 9 months
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and there was only one bed (oh my god there was only one bed)
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nelkcats · 10 months
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The Crime Lord does not stop flirting with me!
When Danny ran away from home and ended up in Gotham he wasn't quite sure what to do, adrenaline was coursing through his veins and all he wanted was a place to be safe.
That's when Crime Alley lit up like a Christmas tree and Danny knew it could be his new home, something about Crime Alley was drawing him in. It wasn't long before he decided to get a job to lay low. Of course, the latter was a bust because Red Hood noticed him almost instantly.
Contrary to his expectations, the Crime Lord took an interest in him but said nothing. He simply asked him to repair his motorcycle like a normal customer in his new job. Danny did and well, he couldn't help but repair some damaged systems and add some modifications. He hoped he wasn't stepping out of line, he just couldn't help himself, it was second nature to repair damaged things.
He thought Red Hood would be angry about it but the man seemed delighted (or as delighted as he could look with the mask), he looked at Danny and asked him what else he could do. Nervously, he told him that he was somewhat good with technology and before he knew it he had been hired by a gang (more or less, they were just asking for some custom orders).
So, technically he established as the mechanic and supplier to the Hood gang, and more specifically to the Crime Lord himself. He gave Hood some upgrades and became his supplier of (mostly harmless) weapons and upgrades. This attracted the attention of most of the gangs that were against the Crime Lord and Batman himself.
Jason, noticing how nervous the guy was assured him that he would protect him and no one was going to hurt him as long as he was around, it was obvious he wasn't from Gotham. For some reason, his new employee blushed every time he said those words.
Danny didn't know if Red Hood understood what he was doing (That was totally a flirt for protection spirits!), every day it was getting harder and harder not to respond to him. His ghost side kept screaming that he got a good match!
Which was technically true, considering that Red Hood had promised him protection and let him stay in his haunt (it became obvious that Crime Alley was his haunt after a few days in Gotham but strangely it accepted him)
Jason continued to promise Danny that he would be safe (poor boy always looked nervous) and Danny wondered how many days he could take the blatant flirting.
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beaulesbian · 9 months
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Enough to make you believe in true love.
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meerphanim · 2 months
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Regretevator Doodle Dump!!
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Scag's the most recent I drew, Bive and DrRETRO were drawn weeks ago.
Also not in my regular style this time!
I (accidentally) developed this style from the DrRETRO doodles (who's also the first NPC I drew). I really like doodling this way and I wanna share these because whale🐳... I really love these! A lot!
💜 [ Reblogs help me a lot. Thank you! ] 💜
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Alright, I'll say it: Jack Harkness and the Doctor's relationship is possibly the most fleshed out/complicated dynamic in Doctor Who and that is INCLUDING the master/doctor relationship. Seriously, think about it:
the fact that when they meet jack is presented as sleazy con man and the doctor makes him brave- makes him good
but that they are both willing to die for rose as long as she is safe
and then she comes back and dooms them both to live (even though jack has already died for her and the doctor WILL die for her)
(ninerosejack is canon and you cannot convince me otherwise)
but then the doctor sees jack as immortal as someone he COULD spend the rest of his life with
and instead of embracing it like you'd think he would because he is so wrecked by people leaving him/being left by him the doctor RUNS bc the Doctor is so scared of jack of what he means of what he is
jack ends up abandoned in dalek dust goes back in time to find the doctor suffers a hundred years alone/being tortured but STILL WAITS
(screw amy being the girl who waited or rory being the boy who waited- Jack Harkness is the boy who waited and he did it FIRST)
Jack finds out that he was abandoned. that the man that he loves HATES the sight of him. that the doctor would rather have a genocidal murderer than have him
and so Jack gets the hell out of dodge to go to a man who DOES love him
and don't get me wrong Jack loves Ianto and Jack DOES remember Ianto until he dies as the Face of Boe don't forget that (protecting Novice Hame from the virus as he couldn't Ianto
BUT AFTER EVERYTHING THE DOCTOR HAS DONE TO JACK JACK STILL LOVES THEM
Jack still considers five billion years cursed to never die to be BETTER than the alternative: dying a young time-agent-turned-con-man
Jack has more reason than any other companion save maybe Amy to hate the Doctor & yet spends 20 years in jail to rescue Thirteen still LOVES HER
AND AFTER FIVE BILLION YEARS HE ORGANIZES THAT FIRST MEETING ON SATELLITE FIVE HE ORGANIZES 9/ROSE'S FIRST DATE
jack harkness is a living ghost a reminder of the doctor's failures a physical fixed point and yet he still loves the girl who cursed him and the time lord that turned him into the kind of person that would give his dying breaths to protect the last of humanity in a dying city and tell the doctor that he is not alone
because fuck it, YANA was a warning but also a reminder a final gift
jack had been there all along, a ghost an echo a PROMISE
there is no more human character than jack harkness
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juniemunie · 2 months
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Happy Errorink Day y'all
I did a redraw on the very art that started off my brainrot on these two for nearly a decade,,, wowie
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Ink!Sans by @comyet
Error!Sans @loverofpiggies
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and because i couldn't resist-
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sofiaruelle · 3 months
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Commission for the lovely @flowerandthesongstress of our fave triad, Sam, Abigail and Sebastian basking in the afterglow of a very productive band practice.
The Companion piece
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seentheredseentheblue · 3 months
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twinklaren x the internet pt. 2
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keebokuun · 3 months
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Don’t push your luck, N!
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spoopup · 6 months
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howl's moving castle x klapolly because i cant stop thinking about it!!!!
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spielzeugkaiser · 4 months
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That one had to happen! For those two I pictured Geralt not kissing Jaskier under the mistletoe in public, for fearing repercussions - but later, with just them...
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