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hyoninnuri · 3 months
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When it's painfully obvious how incredibly vulnerable humans are.
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angelsdean · 10 months
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COWBOYS ARE FREQUENTLY SECRETLY KISSING EACH OTHER
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ginalinettiofficial · 10 months
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i absolutely adore @dragonpyre ’s secret robin au for many reasons. one of my absolute favorite parts is dick’s collection of fun t-shirts.
+ bonus:
he takes after his aunt.
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+ bonus bonus:
& tim takes after him.
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shou-jpeg · 2 days
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Oops...
Happy belated Songkran! #songkranfest2024
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uraosol · 2 months
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this trope, but make it JWDS and poor Ji Hwa who has had ENOUGH
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a-shoebox-named-meap · 10 months
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aight. have some nimona canon divergence AU fic ideas because i’m no writer but i AM going insane
as a huge fan of canon divergence AUs where One Small Decision Changes Everything™ i can’t stop thinking about little bits and pieces from the nimona movie like:
what if the squire had shown ambrosius the video (ohh a fic like this would be Delicious) (mm ambrosius x squire tag team) (ballister’s two biggest fans) (this might be one of my favorite ideas so far) (lots of potential here i feel like)
now there have been a lot of people asking “let’s feel some ANGST what if real ambrosius had walked into the director’s office before nimona” but i will take that and raise you: what if ambrosius had walked in while nimona was doing her thing in the director’s office. perhaps around the time when the director stabbed fake!ambrosius. please consider. may the chaos ensue
ballister had noticed his sword-laser-cannon powering up and moved it away from the queen but it hit something else! or someOne else! (or it killed the queen anyway but still hit somebody else in the process) (oh gods what if it took off his own arm) (or even ambrosius’s—) (can you imagine the kinda twist that would occur if he took off ambrosius’s arm by accident and ballister not resting until he found out who the real culprit is skdjdjdjdjddj) (oh but wait let me make this WORSE what if he hit ambrosius instead of the queen ((don’t worry ambrosius is wearing armor, he doesn’t die he’s just,,, gravely injured?)) and ballister, even if he still gets framed for it, will stop at nothing to find out who did this to ambrosius) (now incorporate nimona into that storyline and hoohoohoo) (i’m rubbing my hands together like a maniacal fruit fly right now)
what if they had uploaded the squire’s video when they got it huh. what then. back it up to the cloud. or just TEXT it to ambrosius you Fool. you absolute Buffoon. (but perhaps this seemingly obvious course of action results in some unexpectedly dire consequences oh no—)
“ooh… nemesis.” “nemesis?” at which point nimona and ballister get stuck in the closet, nimona reveals her shapeshifting abilities, and oh, screw it, if ballister’s situation with his arm-chopping nemesis is really so cOmPLiCAteD then maybe since they’re breaking out of jail anyway they might as well kidnap ambrosius while they’re at it. aka the au where nimona breaks ballister out of jail and she takes ambrosius with them. (i am FEASTING on the possibilities of this one)
let’s take todd’s suspicion and blame directed towards ambrosius (“why didn’t you tell us ballister was working with whales?”) and dial that up to 100. slowly, though, not too fast, it’s gotta build momentum. let’s breed some mistrust in ambrosius. let’s see people refusing to let ambrosius lead the manhunt for ballister on account of their close relationship. let’s see people turn their backs on him thinking he was a conspirator. let’s see ambrosius losing the public’s favor. let’s see ambrosius starting to feel some doubt when he’s alone in his room — let’s see ambrosius wondering what if people are actually as wrong about ballister as he knows they are about ambrosius himself. (what if everybody hates ambrosius too—)
this one is not nearly as straightforward a canon divergence but ponder this: the director noticed the squire was there in the locker room (?) that day and swapped out the swords after the squire had left. or maybe she swapped it out before the squire was ever there. the squire never knew the director had been there. there was no video evidence. now what? up to you >:)
ok hear me out. the squire is a #1 ballister fan right. the squire is probably very careful with the swords and armor he handles. the squire is probably intimately familiar with the swords and other various weaponry and armaments of the institution. the squire is probably very familiar with ballister’s in particular. when ballister first picked up his swapped-out sword he noticed something was off about it, but what if — WHAT IF — the squire had noticed something was off about it first. now of course there’s Possibility #1 where he sees the director swap the sword, and then he checks out the sword and feels that something is wrong with it etc etc (or maybe he mistakes the sword change for an equipment upgrade) BUT now let’s combine this with the previous bullet point for Possibility #2 where the squire DIDN’T see the director swap the sword but he DID notice something was off about the sword before ballister did and actually investigated it. would he discover the hidden weapon, or not? if he did would he bring it to ballister’s attention? ambrosius’s? the director’s? what if he caught the hidden weapon but didn’t mention it and then the queen died and the squire was left fully believing ballister killed the queen (ballister knows mechanics, you’ve seen his arm, it’s plausible he built the weapon into his sword himself) and then ballister and nimona kidnapped him and interrogated him and ballister and the squire were left spiderman meme-ing each other like *points* “i thought YOU were behind all this!” and now the squire is an unwilling sidekick dragged into this by nimona and ballister to figure out who the real culprit is and there’s ACTION and ADVENTURE and COMEDY and it’s absolutely metal—
the squire really feels like a lynchpin in this story is all i’m sayin
if you can’t tell i’m also a fan of happy endings. in my brain most of these canon divergences result in a similar happy ending as the movie. except maybe faster (not always). which i enjoy because i’m sappy and silly anyway thank you and goodnight
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mayskalih · 11 months
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Are you open for requests? I would like to see some KisaSaku kissing X3
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acetier · 7 months
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will you be drawing any more of torin and varre? no rush at all, but i am lowkey obsessed with them now 👀
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ask and you shall receive, anon :^)
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chillynagi · 3 months
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i love her so much <333 poppy playtime chapter three has me impatient for chapter four already ndsakjcnsa but until then... poppy doodles, perhaps starting with miss delight my beloved!!!
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stoutpancakes · 3 months
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Charles Smith is a munch and an enthusiastic one at that. I’m talking man could live and die between the thighs. Waking you up with his tongue or fingers. His fingers!!! They’re so long and thick, the perfect girth that you’re barely able to take three and he loves to watch the way your pussy lips spread open around his digits and clench around them. Now his tongue? Oh boy, Charles is a MASTER. Loves to tongue your hole or broaden it to lap at your clit. Will not stop until you’ve cum at least three times minimum… max? Well, there’s no telling on that. This man is such a giver, and what he gives most is worshipping your pussy like you’re an absolute goddess! Stan Charles Smith right now or else-
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deviarisa · 7 months
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Kiss me once, kiss me twice
— Late afternoons spent cuddling with his Freelancer are one of Gavin’s favorite pastimes.
Or, Freelancer comes home to a sleepy Gavin. (wc: 1.3k)
— cw: there’s like two suggestive comments by the end, both courtesy of Gavin.
(now on ao3!)
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One of Freelancer's favorite parts of the late afternoons, when they come home after a long day of classes, is seeing Gavin visibly perk up when they open the door. Most days he’s seated on the couch, greeting Freelancer with a wide grin. That and collecting another one of his signature "welcome home" kisses. 
Though it's hard to collect a "welcome home" kiss if the one giving it isn't there to greet you at the door. 
Freelancer places their bag on the coffee table. Gavin did say he’d be studying for his Certification Exemption Exam — they've gotten used to the sight of him sprawled out on their couch, surrounded by an organized mess of notes, highlighters, and textbooks (as he likes to call it), as his exam draws closer. What could he be up to?
Getting groceries? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s gone on the occasional impulsive grocery run, but he’d probably have texted if he was going to go shopping. Or if he was headed out in general.
Right, that’s off the list. He’s definitely still at home, then.
Their next stop is the balcony. Gavin tends to bask in the sunlight on days like these, with the sun casting its radiance over the inhabitants of Dahlia and wrapping them in its warmth. Freelancer is used to watching him enjoy these sunny mornings, whether that be in the comfort of their bed or seated next to him on the balcony, huddled together and enjoying each other’s warmth. 
Unfortunately, Freelancer doesn’t find their incubus there either.
They make their way to their bedroom, intending to change out of their current clothes and shoot Gavin another text, when they find a familiar figure buried among the pillows of their bed. There he is.
Gavin is deep in the embrace of slumber when they find him, his face pressed against a pillow and his signature organized mess in front of him. A warm wave of endearment envelops Freelancer as their eyes trace the familiar contours of Gavin's form.
It also helps that he’s napping in their D.A.M.N. hoodie, of all things.
Freelancer makes their way to their bed, carefully sitting down next to Gavin so as to not disturb him. They brush their fingertips against his cheek, taking the time to admire the way his features soften from sleep. Their thumb ghosts over his slightly parted lips and they move their hand to start to massage his scalp in an attempt to wake him up.
Gavin lets out a small sigh of satisfaction as he unconsciously leans into their touch. Freelancer bends down, going through the motions of brushing the hair out of his face and kissing his forehead.
“Gav,” they whisper, kissing below his ear before continuing, “Wake up, baby.”
He simply groans in response.
It’s reminiscent of their lazy weekend mornings. On the days when Freelancer wakes up first, they take their time to simply slow down and admire Gavin’s sleeping form nestled by their side, gently coaxing him from his dreams by peppering soft, affectionate kisses all over his face. Minutes turn into hours like this — usually due to his insistence on taking “just a few more minutes” to cuddle.
It’s never really just a few minutes with him, but they’re all the more grateful for Gavin’s attempts to get them to slow down. Even for just a moment.
Gavin turns his face toward the pillows, somehow burying his face into them even further. An amused chuckle escapes Freelancer while they continue to gently massage his scalp and press kisses against his hair. 
That seems to do the trick. Gavin turns to face his Freelancer, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, and gives them a lazy smile. 
His voice is still honeyed by sleep. "Quite the sight to wake up to, my love.” He takes a deep sigh, looking at Freelancer with bleary eyes. “When did you get home?"
Freelancer hums as they press another kiss to his temple. "Just a few minutes ago, my love."
“I’ve missed you all day, deviant,” Gavin mumbles, his eyes slipping shut.
A small smile makes its way onto Freelancer’s face. “I hope you didn’t have too much fun without me.”
They begin to trace his features, their fingertips gliding on soft skin. It’s days like these when Freelancer feels inclined to savor each moment — savor the feeling of his warmth, the sound of his soft breaths, the way his face softens ever so slightly when Freelancer’s hand goes to cup his cheek. It’s days like these when they feel like they can breathe easily.
Keeping his eyes closed, Gavin scoots closer to them, pressing his cheek against their thigh before meekly tugging at their shirt. Freelancer takes this as a sign that he’s asking for cuddles. They shift a bit before lying down beside him and wrapping their arms around their lover.
Gavin takes this opportunity to bury his face in the crook of their neck. He clings to their shirt, giving a satisfied hum. Freelancer holds him closer, one hand on the small of his back, the other tracing shapes on his arm.
They rest their chin on top of his head. “You know, I don’t recall this hoodie being a part of your usual wardrobe.”
“I can’t possibly know what you mean, my deviant,” Gavin drawls. “D.A.M.N. has once again accepted me into their academic halls, so it's only natural I wear their merchandise to show my school spirit, overpriced as it may be.”
Freelancer takes a bunch of cloth from his sleeve, rubbing it between their fingers. "Didn't you call me a corporate shill when I first bought this?"
“What can I say? It’s a comfortable hoodie. Still not worth the price, though.”
Freelancer rolls their eyes and shifts their position to face Gavin. They playfully trace his jawline and tease, “You know, you could just say that you missed me. No need to steal my hoodie.”
Gavin pouts, “I already did. But if you want to hear me say it again...”
His hand settles on their waist as he leans in to kiss them properly. “I missed you,” he whispers in between kisses. “I missed you all day. Stay with me in bed. Please.”
Freelancer pretends to ponder their options. “I’m not sure if I want to spend the rest of my day cuddling in bed with a thief.”
Gavin lets out his beautiful laugh in response. He keeps kissing Freelancer, soft and sweet, slow and always passionate. “Are my kisses not enough of a proper compensation? How else can I possibly atone for this heinous crime I’ve committed?”
“Maybe I’ll be convinced if you keep kissing me.”
Gavin takes that as a sign to tangle his legs with theirs and begin kissing them again. Not that Freelancer would ever complain; just seeing him wearing their hoodie was more than enough to convince them.
“It wouldn’t be so bad seeing you in my clothing more often,” Freelancer confesses.
“Seems I’ve convinced you of the perks of letting me steal from your wardrobe,” Gavin teases. ”If you like the thought of me in your clothes so much, why not strip me down right now so I’m only wearing your hoodie?”
Choosing to ignore that last comment, even if their flushed face says otherwise, Freelancer feigns shock. “So you did steal from my wardrobe!”
“Forgive me, deviant,” Gavin says, not sounding apologetic at all. “But you’re welcome to take it off of me if you really want it back.”
Freelancer directs a playful hit to his shoulder, kissing him again to shut him up. 
They also make a mental note to let him steal some of their clothing more often. Hopefully, all the kissing counts as encouragement; Gavin has always been responsive to that, after all. 
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haehaehaehae · 6 months
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…and if you win, you shall not die.
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doodle oodle
why draw in sketchbook when journal mo betta
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carpisuns · 1 year
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these are a couple weeks old now and also supposed to be anonymous lol but here are some ml doodles I did for the secret drawing box!
the third one is from @maridotnet’s beauty and the beetle au which i highly recommend!
fifth one is from @sha-nwa’s fic the way I loved you which is one of my favs ever<3
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fruity-m0nster · 2 months
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Higgs putting on his war paint 💅
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milkteapowder · 24 days
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so i'm watching some tiktoks about the huenings and like. sonic's always traveling around the world yea? and in my head tails was with him from around ages 4-8 so it's pretty likely that they'd know at least a few languages right? what im getting at is sonic and tails arguing in three different languages to avoid calling each other honorifics
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lvminisciel · 8 days
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general's dissection
the one time a famed general wishes to lose, only to emerge victorious warning: disturbing themes, implied suicidal ideation, angst. unrequited lilinor, implied levan x meleanor wc 343, further details on the tags inspired by this song!
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i. hunted by many, a single prey escapes
come forth, engage in this game of ‘General’s Dissection’
humans and fae alike may partake
hunting down the general’s head
for he had fallen victim to deceit
castle ground rejects both ashes and bone
as the air grew colder and colder
away from the night’s blessing, I stood
in a path to nowhere
every road I took strayed me further 
unwelcomed even by the gates of death
carrying the seed of your love, I wept
on journeys of no return, I yearn
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ii. haunted by the shadow of your love
in the long nights, I dreamt of you
falling in love with someone else
saliva intertwining with what’s not mine
please wake me, please return to my embrace
set me free from this anguish
say, don’t you want to dissect
a general’s heart?
come, join and play this game
you always love carrying out mischief
with that smug grin adoring your silly face
a beating heart would make a fun trinket,
don’t you think?
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come back to me and i’ll make you win
exchanging victory with every last piece
of love you’ve left behind
something i could never comprehend,
a grave misconception on your part
as I am a weapon for you to wield, not a warden!
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iii. hope, a form of nonexistent luxury
ah
for once i wished to lose 
a being incapable of affection
because if not, why else 
would you escape from my grasp?
how i wished soul could be used as a currency
all i need is an hour, a splitting second
spare me a fragment of your existence
change the trajectory of one's life,
just like how you did way back
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surely this kingdom would be better off without that lowly bat fae,
would it not?
bask the land anew with your magnificence
envelop the dusk with your finesse once more
certainly, people of the night shall rejoice 
concerns and doubt looms no longer
as happiness blooms beyond briars and thorns
please come back to me, My Lady.
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