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aurumacadicus · 3 hours
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159 or 139 for the ficlet please!
(Also, do these numbers correspond or a prompt or are we just winging it here, curious minds would like to know how this lottery is working 🧐)
These numbers correspond to a prompt set which I can post a link to after this is done but I wanted the randomness of it. No offense but you guys always go for the same prompts (which don't get me wrong, make sense for the characters/my writing) but I wanted to stretch some writing muscles!!!! So I anonymized the list :3c
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Steve groaned when he realized he couldn't ignore the constant pinging of his phone anymore. It had well and truly rung through his half-dozing state. He pushed himself up, popping each vertebrae as he attempted to blink the sleep out of his eyes, then yawned, loud, and scrubbed at his eyes.
He took a glance around his room, then squinted in confusion when he saw his lamp had been knocked off the bedside table, there was a... sock? On the ceiling fan? And the ceiling fan was askew, the edges of the blades scraping the paint off on one side and nearly low enough to clip his hair on the other. He stared at it, mouth hanging open in confusion, especially as it finally registered that it was not a sock hanging from the fan, but a ripped pair of tights.
Steve grabbed his phone, still staring at the tights, as he wondered how, exactly, they'd been ripped right down the middle of the crotch and where, exactly, the other half was. He found it as he rolled onto his back to check his phone, one end tied to the foot board of his bed, the other tied around his ankle. He blinked slowly, then thumbed his phone open, peering at the notifications.
[Bucky] If you don't respond, I'm calling the cops
Steve blinked again, then sent a simple 'responding' and scrolled up to see what was going on. He came to the conclusion that he'd disappeared halfway through a party. Bucky and Natasha's engagement party, maybe? They were celebrating something, he remembered. The first messages has been teasing, calling him a curmudgeonly old man, then jokes about him getting lucky, then concern as he'd never replied to any of them. He flipped back to Bucky's messages.
[Me] Yo what happened My lamp's broken? And my ceiling fan? I'm tied to the bed kinda.
He looked around again just for good measure, then did a double-take at his sheets. He snapped a picture and sent it along as well.
[Me] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.
Bucky's response came only a few seconds later.
[Bucky] Oh my god the stripper??????????????! I wondered what happened to him!!!!!!
"The stripper?" Steve asked, squinting at the screen in confusion.
The door to his bathroom opened, and a man stepped out, naked as the day he was born. He was beautifully damp. He had a towel wrapped around his hair. Steve understood, suddenly, why half a pair of tights were on the ceiling fan. He immediately wanted to fuck this man so athletically that the other half snapped off his leg and flew onto the ceiling fan too.
"I ordered breakfast," the man said casually, pulling a duffel bag from... somewhere. "It should be here in about fifteen minutes. I'm Tony, by the way," he added, picking a pair of briefs out of the bag.
"You don't have to put those on, Tony," Steve offered, instead of doing the polite thing of offering his name back, or asking if he wanted anything else.
Tony let out a bark of laughter. "Just as charming as last night," he teased, shaking his head.
God, Steve hoped he'd been charming last night. "So... were we introduced last night?" he asked carefully. "And you thought I forgot your name?"
"I was introduced as Bambi last night," Tony said, offering him a smirk. "And you waxed poetic about my big brown eyes until I basically had no choice but to fall into bed with you."
"Bambi," Steve repeated, and then, louder, "Ooooh, Bambi." Suddenly he remembered exactly what had happened last night, up to and including how his room had gotten messed up, and it had started with Tony finally asking, 'Does that make you Faline? Or are you more of a Ronno?' and Steve just picking him up and carrying him toward the door as Tony giggled in his arms.
Well. Food was coming. He'd have time to convince Tony he was more than just a fan of brown eyes. Tony had a cheeky smile. He found those always seemed to get him into trouble in the best way.
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Mr J dragon!! (With an annoying lil brother kofu dragon) 🤭
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#74 & #75 - 流浪貓 (liúlàng māo / stray cat) & 威脅者 (wēixié zhě / menace) - My two favorite internet cats!!! A master and his apprentice 💖🐈💕🐈‍⬛💞
@straycatj I turned you into a dragon…I hope it’s ok……
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simplyender · 28 days
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Boops you!
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booping back!!!!
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sandushengshou · 28 days
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BOOPS YOU!
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nctnews · 2 years
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Hi, I’m so sorry the blog has taken a toll on your health, I hope you get more time to yourself.
However, would you consider leaving the non-taeyong posts up as an archive to remember?
You can just post ty moving forward but leave all the old posts up?
Hi, yeahhh, it’s been a little bit tough lately, especially with DREAM having two comebacks in a row…
It’s totally fine with me, if you guys want I can leave all the posts it actually sounds a lot better than deleting 16k post 🫣.
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purplepixel · 4 months
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I did the meme. The world is not ready for them
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evanbi-ckley · 20 days
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Oliver is big, right? He's built like a damn industrial refrigerator. But Lou is
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Lou is MASSIVE
I'm about to be such an insufferable slut on Thursday and I'm not even sorry
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wolfmadefromash · 2 months
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Look at their stupid faces.
I love them 🥹
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asharaxofstarfall · 8 months
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sansa is so important actually. she's not a warrior, she doesn't have dragons or fighting skills or magic, she only has herself to rely on and she gets through it. “courtesy is a lady's armor” and she uses it so well. but beneath that armour, she still has a heart and no matter what she goes through, she'll never let herself forget that. “if i am ever a queen, i'll make them love me” and its not fake love and fake charity, it's genuine care for everyone she meets. she risks beatings from joffrey in order to help out random lowborns that she doesn't even know. she risks even more by telling margaery about joffrey's true nature so she can save another girl from his abuse. “my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.” and yet the author never let's us forget that she's still a little girl and she still hurts so much. this armour that she uses to protect herself never makes her vicious or uncaring, if anything, it's the exact opposite. she still prays when she thinks that the gods aren't listening, because they might be and she'll take any chance at saving herself and her family. she learns not to trust people at face value but still loves knights and stories and songs and she still believes in good over all else. petyr tries so make her his persephone and his lolita and she wont let him “i am not your daughter, she thought. “i am sansa stark, lord eddard’s daughter and lady catelyn’s, the blood of winterfell.” even when forced to give up her identity, she still refuses to forget who she is. she's just so important guys
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sunglassesmish · 6 days
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oliver talking about lou is so sweet i can't 🥰 (also the end of his answer 👀)
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repressedqueen · 2 months
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It's been precisely 2 years since i first watched 4x14 and the infamous Because, Evan scene. Seeing it again, during my current rewatch, still gives me CHILLS.
Not even talking about the romantic side of things (which imo is there).
It's the vulnerability of both men. The pure love that oozes out of them. The gentleness with which they treat each other. How scared Buck is that Eddie is so fragile he might break at any moment, because he still can't believe he is alive after all this. The fact that Eddie has just been through a near-death experience and his first concern is to reassure Buck that he is so not expendable. The way Buck looks at Eddie like a puppy the moment he hears his name.
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The fact that this the first time a traumatized kid, who has felt like he's worth nothing his whole life, like he is invisible, is finally told that he is in fact so valuable to someone, so seen.
In conclusion, I'm never getting over this scene and I could write essays about it. (Also, HOW INCREDIBLY ACTED IS IT?! Both actors are killing it!! Just a look from Oliver and I want to sob. And Ryan, is it just me, or does he feel different in this scene? I'm not sure how to describe it, I just feel him so grounded and present. I just love them both.)
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aurumacadicus · 11 days
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65 for the ficlet pls! I’m loving what you’ve written so far!
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Steve heard the door open and sighed, leaning forward so he could rub his hands over his face. He sucked in a breath and held it as his palms ran over his swollen black eye, forgetting for a moment that the bruise had stayed. It was a welcome change from the aches and pains he'd forgotten.
"Steve," Tony began as he walked toward him.
"I don't--" Steve cut in, then sighed when Tony circled the couch to face him, hands dropping into his lap. "I came here so I'd be left alone."
"I know!" Tony said, and it sounded as if he was carefully choosing his words. "I know. I just... you left so quickly. Once they said you could leave." He looked down at Steve with calculating eyes.
Probably cataloguing how Steve was lacking now, Steve thought bitterly. He sucked in as deep a breath as he could and let it out slowly. "You know, if you just wanted to gawk, I'm sure JARVIS got tons of video of me struggling with my fucking motorcycle, so--"
"How dare you," Tony snarled before he could finish, and Steve found himself jerking his head back to stare up at him in surprise in response. Tony's cheeks had flushed with anger, his hands had gripped into fists. He'd never seen him this angry before. "I didn't come here to--to fucking gawk, or. I came to see you because I was worried about you, you asshole." His eyes took on a particular gleam that Steve recognized as hurt. As not wanting to show he was hurt. "I thought, hell, maybe you'd want your boyfriend to comfort you while you were--but never fucking mind. Just wallow on your own, see if I care."
"Tony," Steve tried, concerned.
"I can't believe you'd think that's what I came in here to do," Tony continued, jerking his gaze away. "A wizard used magic to reverse the serum in you and you were sickly beforehand so I was coming to make sure that you were okay. I even thought, maybe you'd be happy to see me."
Shame curdled in Steve's gut. It wasn't Tony's fault that this had happened. He'd been nothing but concerned since he'd heard Clint call for medical. "I am happy to see you, Tony," he offered, but he wasn't sure how sincere it sounded when Tony shot him a wounded look.
"Sure," Tony said. He cleared his throat, looking away again. "Well. Far be it from me to bother you when you wanted to be alone. Natasha is leaning on that wizard, Thor has gone to talk to his mother, and Bruce is looking into scientific fixes. I'll be in the lab."
Tony turned to leave, and Steve couldn't stop himself from reaching out, grabbing his wrist. Tony stilled under his touch, but he didn't turn back, keeping his face turned away. Steve swallowed thickly, trying to push back his guilt at the fact that he'd been so mean when Tony had just wanted to help. This was his issue. He'd just thought he'd left it all behind him in the forties.
"I'm sorry," Steve said quietly.
"...I'm... sure this must be... difficult. For you," Tony answered haltingly. "It's fine. I overreacted."
He probably believed that, too, Steve thought, frowning. He lifted his other hand to wrap around Tony's wrist, pulling gently at his arm. "Come here."
Tony hesitated for a long moment, but eventually, after Steve pulled again, he allowed himself to be towed back around. "Steve," he sighed, sitting down beside him. "I'm sorry."
"I am too," Steve promised, hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. "Will you look at me?"
Tony looked at him from under his lashes, which was just as attractive as it had always been, but somehow more, now that Steve had to look up at him. "Weird seeing bruises on you," he finally murmured.
"Weird still feeling the bruises," Steve admitted. "Kiss it better?"
"Wish I could kiss everything better," Tony muttered, but he was gamely leaning in, and as careful as he was, Steve was still so unused to pain that he flinched a little. "Well, there's nothing wrong with your lips, huh?"
"Nope," Steve answered, tilting his head back so it wasn't such a strain on Tony's neck to lean down further and kiss him.
He felt the change almost immediately, aches and pains fading to dull pulses as his body began to work overtime trying to heal them. He was suddenly and incredibly hungry. He hadn't eaten since he'd left medical several hours ago. Tony also looked smaller, where he was staring up at him in shock, mouth dropped open speechlessly. For one hysterical moment, Steve remembered what Bucky had said after he'd rescued him from Hydra.
"Don't," Steve tried, but Tony began howling with laughter between semi-hysterical sputterings of 'true love? that asshole wizard said true love?' until he slid off of the couch and onto the floor.
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kayvsworld · 9 months
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iron man makes me feel so insane like there's a guy in there. what the fuck there's a squishy little mortal human dude in there and his first instinct without fail is to fly headfirst into danger to try to help what the fuck what the Fuck
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lienwyn · 3 months
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And here are the other two illustrations I did for the @reforgedzine! I've been wanting to do matching art nouveau illustrations for these two for a long, long time and I'm very happy I finally got a reason to do it! I really like how these turned out! :D
Also, the leftover sale for the zine has now started! So go to the website if you're interested in buying one of the zines! And you can find the AO3 collection for all the amazing fics here :D
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4x14 | 6x18
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jonquilspool · 6 months
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something so beautiful abt how robb and theon are both doomed by the narrative in diametrically opposed ways. robb doomed to die to be a martyr and a sacrifice to make one wrong choice love the wrong person and be ruined for it. theon doomed to live through it all through the horror through the pain through the torture why won't i die please let me die. narrative foils in the most deliciously painful way. both betrayed by men they thought loyal both ruined their causes crushed but one is dead and one is alive
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