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shirozen · 20 days
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Bringing toys to life
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pixieverse-icedtea · 11 months
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me going into hibernation when it's time to recharge my social battery
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arttuff · 2 months
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napping in the sun must be soooo enriching for kryptonians
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thelofilotus · 2 years
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thatkoiboi · 7 months
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Sleepovers with April are the best! ...and normally accidental-
omg also i binge read dandy's "i may be invisible, but i still look good" and the reference is random but i needed it cause it was funny in the fic and references are my data collection-
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blorbocedes · 9 months
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F1 DRIVERS COME UP WITH A SUMMER BREAK INSTAGRAM CAPTION THAT ISNT ABOUT RECHARGING YOUR BATTERIES 🔋 CHALLENGE
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filibusterfrog · 8 months
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Correct me if I'm wrong but I've noticed you sometimes draw John Hazel as a Hare, any particular reason? Does he shapeshift? Or is it just because you feel like it?
different guy, the hare is vervain whom i have only ever drawn as a hare but would look like this if he were a human, i only ever draw hazel as a rabbit
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but to answer the shapeshifting question, they dont shapeshift i just like to draw anthros
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artiststarme · 11 months
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Steve could only handle being social a few days in a row before he needed a break. It wasn’t a new thing, quite an old thing really, but now he had people that noticed.
Gone were the days that he’d disappear from a swim meet to recharge alone in his room for the weekend. Gone were the times he’d go full weeks without talking to anyone over the summer when his friends were off on vacation and he was alone at home.
Now, he had Robin that needed to talk to him every day to make sure he wasn’t concussing himself or otherwise being harmed. He had Eddie picking his locks every third day of him going AWOL to check on him. Even Phil had upped his ante and now pulled him over at least once a week for shits and giggles.
Steve loved it, it made him feel loved. But… he also hated it. He just needed time to himself to recharge after faking it and entertaining all the time. One day, he was going to snap under their love and his cheerful facade would splinter. And one day was coming soon.
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beanghostprincess · 6 months
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thinking a normal amount about zoro holding luffy's hips and burying his head on his shoulder to recharge social battery. kissing his neck and pulling him closer. and luffy just smiling wide and caressing his first mate's hair while the person he's talking to has the most homophobic expression in their face.
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lemon-wedges · 1 year
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its that time again
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mosaickiwi · 4 months
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Hey! Just a heads up, english is not my first language, so sorry if something sounds off! But first let me just say your writing is so good and the way you write [REDACTED] gives me so many feels like i can't even :') About the request, i've been kinda up to the neck in work (college likes to bury us in group projects, reports, exams, surgery preparations and hospital shifts all at the same time because time? what is that? :'D ) so if it's okay, could i ask for some [REDACTED] comfort where +
mialuna4 asked: + Angel, who's been trying to compromise by working close to him, finally gets a bit to properly relax with them? Thank you, take care of yourself and I hope you have a wonderful week! (Hope its okay to send this in two parts)
Thank you! School + healthcare work is tough so I hope you've been taking care of yourself as well. <3
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
~A Little Free Time~
“I can't believe I'm done,” you sighed with relief. Even though you’d started in the morning, the sun was already setting by now.
The last assignment you had was finally finished. At least for the moment, there was time to unwind. [REDACTED] was quick to take advantage of it. Your bed creaked as he got up. The moment you shut your laptop, he dragged your chair away from the desk.
You weren't sure what you expected, but you were grateful when his hands came to rest on either side of your temple. Cool fingers began to massage in small circles to soothe the headache you hadn't noticed until then.
“Feel better?” you heard him say after a few minutes of bliss. The ache faded as you let out a pleasurable hum in response. “Good.”
His touch disappeared and your seat was gently spun to face him. You reached out for them, taking the chance to stretch as best you could once you were finally standing and tangled up in their embrace.
God, you'd been sitting in that chair for hours. “I never wanna use my brain again,” you jokingly whined into his chest before looking up. “Sorry it took so long.”
“S’alright, Angel. I missed you.” Dark hair brushed against your cheek as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. You were surprised by the fervent, almost desperate kiss he gave that took your breath away.
“But you've been here with me the whole time?” you wondered out loud once they pulled back to let you breathe again. Your work had absorbed the majority of your focus, but you were certain you would’ve noticed if he left the room outside of the breaks he made sure you took.
He didn’t answer right away, though the yearning in his eyes spoke for itself as he scooped you up in his arms and settled down on the bed. Your boyfriend didn’t miss you so much as your attention.
It’d been an exhausting few weeks. You couldn’t remember the last time you really got to do anything but work or projects, especially with him. All you could manage was letting him sit in the room with you.
Now that he had you situated in his lap, [REDACTED] seemed much calmer. His arms crossed over your front as if you were a doll he wanted to cling to. You felt the warmth of their breath tickling along your neck as they took their time to kiss and nibble any spot they could find. “Fuck, I really missed you,” he repeated in an aching whisper that you weren’t meant to hear.
“I missed you too,” you laughed. “There’s still a little bit of light out. Wanna head somewhere?” You couldn’t really think of anywhere to go, but surely you’d find something to do at the pier. The shops always stayed open well past midnight there.
He only groaned and rested his forehead on your shoulder. “Yeah. Jus’ let me recharge.” From the way he spoke, anyone else would think he was the one who’d been busy. You knew he was just happy to have you back.
You reached up to lightly rub the top of his head, and you swore you heard him purring. “On second thought, let’s just stay here.”
“Whatever y’wanna do s’fine with me,” he muttered into your back. But the way he clung to you kept you right where you were.
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vsyrworld · 2 months
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i miss charlos. i hope they kiss in each other embrance♡
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buki-1 · 4 months
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It’s still December so this is still on time HAPPY HOLYDAYS
I show my love for Mike by drawing him in terrible situation after terrible situation.
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celtic-crossbow · 7 months
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My gods, how does he pull off adorable puppy and panty-dropper at the same time?
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It’s long past sundown when you and Tetsurou return to his apartment. Your legs are aching; the shoes you wear are one of your most comfortable pairs, but there’s little that shoe choice can do when you’re on your feet for the whole day.
A pair of hands comes to your shoulders to help you out of the coat you’re wearing, and you help them along happily, grateful for the assist. The moment your arms are freed you let out an exaggerated sigh, heels clicking on the hardwood as you dart for the couch and then throw yourself onto it. From the door, where he’s shrugging off his own coat, your boyfriend snickers.
“Take off your shoes at least, you heathen.”
Lifting your head just enough to see him over the arm of the couch, you pout and lift a foot. “You try taking these things off. Do you see how many straps there are?”
He bends to undo his own dress shoes. “Why did you wear them, then?”
“They’re comfortable.” You let your head fall back again, into the pile of pillows covered in black cat hair and smelling wonderfully of Tetsurou. Your eyes flutter closed as you sigh. “And they look nice. The straps are for show.”
Just as your leg is beginning to get tired and you’re about to let it fall back to the couch, a big hand catches the ankle. You startle a little, eyes flying open again to find that Tetsurou has approached the couch. His grip wraps around your ankle as he lifts your leg up a little further, his other hand coming up to begin dealing with the many straps you’d just complained about.
“What are you doing?” There’s laughter in your voice, a little breathy—in the barely lit apartment he strikes a handsome silhouette standing above you like this, tall and broad-shouldered, with the removal of his suit jacket revealing a crisp white button-up that fits him well. His hand is warm even through the stockings you’re wearing.
“You asked me to take them off,” he responds easily.
Long, lithe fingers deftly undo each one. The shoe loosens upon your foot until Tetsurou can remove it entirely, grey eyes staring down at where you lay propped up on your elbows. He sets it down carefully on the arm of the couch, but keeps his grip on your foot steadfast.
“I was being rhetorical.”
“Just let me spoil you.” His thumb is rubbing circles into your ankle as he grins down at you.
“By taking off my heels?”
“Mm-hmm.” He bends down, quick as a flash, to peck at your stocking-clad leg, lips pressing there-and-gone against your shin just above your ankle. And then he eases your leg down, just slightly, before guiding it and the rest of your body to turn as he steps around the couch to face you. “I’m being a gentleman.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”
Pausing in his movement, he raises an eyebrow. “You don’t like it?”
“Never said that.” You rush to sit up and he lets go of your foot to let you.
Moments later, however, he surprises you by sinking to his knees. The motion makes you gasp under your breath; a noise you’re not entirely sure he hears, not when he’s busying himself with your remaining shoe.
You can feel the heat of him now, with how close you are. On instinct you reach out to lace your fingers in his messy hair, and he lets out a quiet, content little noise in acknowledgement, almost subconsciously pressing back into your touch.
The second heel is off faster. He places it next to its twin, rising up and reaching out with that huge wingspan, though his hand still doesn’t leave your newly bare foot. It pinches at the hosiery covering your skin, pulling the mesh fabric off just enough for you to feel it. You expect him to get up; join you on the couch, or perhaps lead you back to the bedroom to get ready for bed. Instead, he shuffles up closer—still on the floor, hand still at your ankle—and bends down to press a kiss just above your knee, right beneath the hem of your dress, and then lays his head in your lap.
He sighs a little. You feel his hand tracing up your leg until his fingers catch the crook of your knee, thumb coming around to rub at the other side through your stocking.
“‘M so tired,” he all but groans into the fabric of your dress, and you give a quiet laugh. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious, we saw too many people today. If I have to interact with another person in the next forty-eight hours I might have a breakdown.”
“And whose fault is that, hm? Whose friends were they?”
At your teasing voice, he lifts his gaze to pout up at you through his lashes.
You laugh again, reaching down and pressing your palms to his cheeks, tilting his head further up towards you so that you can lean down and peck his nose.
“Does your social interaction ban include me?”
That pout deepens. He pulls away from your hold to bury his face in your lap again, hand trailing up your thigh and then over to wrap his arm around your legs so securely you can barely move them. When it speaks, the words are one again muffled by the fabric of your dress, and they make warmth bloom in your chest.
“Absolutely not. If I couldn’t be around you I think I’d die. You restore me.”
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cadathecat · 1 year
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i don't care if the sun is going down,, i WILL find every drop of sun in this house.. you can't stop me..
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