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haesunflower · 11 months
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hihi and i just wanted to say i'm SUCH a big fan i love your work! i'm rei, my bias is gyuvin, maybe a text scenario where he misses a date due to some work? thank youuu! also could i be 🎉 anon pls? you're so well-known i'm kinda scared heheh! thank you!
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gyuvin misses a date with rei, and panics
for 🎉 anon, welcome!
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ansonmountdaily · 9 months
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Captain Christopher Pike's outfits in STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS → Season 1 - 2 (requested by anonymous)
(Young Lieutenant Pike in the field jacket and red operations uniform is from a 1x06 "Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach" deleted scene on the Season 1 dvd. It's a little flashback scene with Pike in a shuttle. It ends with him beaming back to USS Aryabhatta, the ship he served on at the time with Number One/Una.)
Star Trek: Discovery outfits here.
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knifearo · 4 months
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ultimately i will always be fine being the mean nasty problematic aro cause guess what. you bitches wouldn't like me if i was the sweetest most niceys guy on earth either. so i think i will just make posts about my frustration with allo people without censoring myself for the sake of mollifying some bitter losers on an ego trip with nothing better to do
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piercethedoll · 9 months
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what does this shirt even mean
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cementcornfield · 3 months
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https://youtu.be/pKnAtIVhZGo?si=q5jHhQSdx1EGKblN
Ja’marr saying that just Joe being present uplifted the team 🥹
Despite the fact that he wasn't able to be on the field, how was he keeping the team in great spirits?
Honestly [Joe's] presence is enough. I honestly told him that one day, he probably thought I was joking. But just him bringing his presence to practice, him being around us at practice, brings joy to some of the guys' faces. Especially when we're out there just running routes and we just see Joe come and walking over, you know it brightens everyone's day and brings more energy to the practice.
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lolathepeacocklord · 7 months
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EEYAAAAGGGHHHH GO GO RAREPAIR MULTISHIPPING GADGET
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blaithnne · 21 days
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AM I SUPPOSED TO WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH YOUR HUMAN DESIGN OF MS BEAKLEY???
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Yeah
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teastainedprose · 20 days
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Homelander x fem!reader
Homelander with their significant other that gets really horny/touchy feely when she takes THC gummies
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The moment he steps into the penthouse, he knows. There's the faint stench of it in the air from what's already sweated out through your pores. Then there's a scent that makes Homelander salivate, the muskier scent of you.
In contrast, your heartbeat is slow and steady because you've yet to notice that he's home. Of course you wouldn't notice, you're sprawled out on the couch like some hedonistic goddess with one hand down your gym shorts.
Your languid, rendered foggy brained with whatever you've ingested. Some sort of gummy candy, he assumes. He's seen you popping them like the candy they're not often enough to make an educated guess. Homelander knows the effect they have on you, too.
You don't seem notice as Homelander makes his way across the room, eyes fixed on the TV with detached interest. He can see it in your expression, how spaced out and unfocused you are. You don't even seem to even wholly focus on what your hand is up to between your thighs. A quick flick of his x-ray vision shows your fingers rub circles around your clit through the fabric of your panties, the sensation pulling the occasional sigh or huff from you but your heart isn't into it. Homelander knows as he's memorized the noises you make when his whole heart is into working you over.
"Do you need help?" He drawls out, smirk on his lips. Homelander drops hands to your shoulders and squeezes gently as he leans over the couch's back to loom over you. The startled squeak and how you jolt in place, and how the reaction is a beat off makes him chuckle. Anyone else would have gone white, heart hammering in fear with round eyes. Not you, though. No, you're beaming up at him like a sunflower turning towards the sun's warmth. You purr, purr out a happy noise with arms lifting so you can promptly bury your fingers in Homelander's hair to play with the strands in your giddiness at seeing him.
It warms some secret section of his heart few know exist, that you're all warm invitation and sunshine to his arrival even as stoned as you must be. One of those hands stroking through his hair had been down your pants and now the scent of your sex is too close to ignore. Homelander inhales deep with eyes rolling up, a groan escaping. You're a sinful little imp and he can already feel his cock twitching in response. You both know how these things go. Homelander leans further over the couch, burying his face against your neck with a huff. His gloves skim off your shoulders, effortlessly plucking you free of the couch before he turns you in his arms. You're happy to snuggle close, all limped limbed as you drape your arms over his shoulders in turn while being mindful of those metal eagles. "Mhhhm, help would be nice." You murmur, chin drooping to his well padded chest as you peer dreamily up at Homelander. You continue to thread your fingers through his hair, messing it up as you play with the strands. He knows that's the hand that had been against your panties for how the scent of you drifts in and out in intensity with your movements. Homelander has to blink multiple times to properly focus on your face. Homelander considers you for a spell, expression perfectly neutral save for the occasional twitch at the corner of his lip as if he's fighting a smile. You wait as time already feels distant, content to rest against the warmth he offers. Content to play with his hair and stare up into those blue blue eyes. You press closer, arms tightening about his neck as you lean up to nuzzle under his chin. Your breathing slows as you make a happy little moan and Homelander feels that noise straight through to his groin. "Alright, yep- Bedroom." Homelander clips out, turning swiftly with you in his arms as his cape swishes behind. Your laugh is pure delight as he carries you to the bedroom.
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en-chi-la-da · 10 months
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i'd also like to see it as hajime and sonia are both royalty who know each other who like to escape into the dark forest every once in a while to go hang out with this wierdo animal guy they found :)
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nyehilismwriting · 6 months
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hello! maybe “comb” or “shunt” for nash? thank you!
minor violence/surgery mentions here. set very early on after ivi's implantation :-)
Their eyes are flat. Cold. Intent, alight with focus, and as their fist skims past your nose, you can see a flash of real anger, their usual aura of barely-restrained irritation distilled into something colder.
Angrier.
You throw a half-hearted punch that they bat away without breaking eye contact, and you slide back, letting them stalk after you. You’re distracted, half your attention focused on the newest acquisition to your body, the point of cold you keep thinking you can feel nestled against your cerebellum.
Come on, come on-
An elbow to your ribs that you just barely block, a punch to the diaphragm that you twist away from at the last second and return with a knee to the groin; they drop their hip and you catch the meat of their thigh instead, a moment of brief warmth as you connect with their muscle before you dance back, raising your hands.
Come on.
Your head hurts. The lights are too bright; you can hear the fluorescents humming. Your eyes keep shifting out of focus, the world snapping in and out of shape. For a second, Nash is doubled, two of them stepping towards you with murderous expressions - and then there’s just one, and they’re hooking a hand around the back of your neck-
-and you snarl, animal instinct taking over as their fingers graze the still-tender skin. The incision is healed, fast-acting skin grafts and electrostim therapy taking care of that; it’s just your brain that needs to get with the programme, stop flinching every time your collar brushes the operation site.
Or your asshole partner grabs it.
You catch their hand with a growl, twist it outwards. There’s nothing but silence in your head, no AI assistance to thank - or blame - as you throw a sharp jab, retaliating in kind. They’d been grabbing with their left, pulling you down to meet their dominant hand.
It leaves their shoulder - the web of new scars, still raised and red - vulnerable. Your knuckles connect squarely with barely-healed tissue, no fancy healing for them. The impact travels up your hand, your knuckles splitting against their collarbone, bones shuddering with the impact - you hadn’t expected to hit them so hard.
They hadn’t expected it either - their eyes widen, body curling in on itself, and you can see the blood drain from their face as they stumble back, gripping their shoulder.
“Shit- Nash-”
You’re up in their space, reaching for them, hands towards their shoulder, trying to check. Bloodless, ashen, they straighten, lips peeling back.
“Fuck off-” they snarl, harsh and angry, and their own hands are warm as they close over your shoulders and shove, send you stumbling away.
The two of you face each other across the training floor, hands raised. Theirs are shaking. Yours are steady. The incision behind your skull throbs, your fingers tingling. Sweat drips between your shoulderblades.
You’re distantly aware of the Commander, watching you; of the cameras overhead. The Director’s gaze, cold and heavy even absent as she is. You wonder how your performance is - whether there’s any difference. You don’t feel anything new, beyond the dizziness.
Dizziness, and a slow-building fury at the way Nash is looking at you..
The AI is silent. You grit your teeth, and taste metal, the bitter sharp of painkillers. Nash slowly drops their hand from their shoulders, their eyes never leaving yours. Their fists are clenched.
You’re not sure who moves first, but this time around, neither of you pull your punches.
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haesunflower · 8 months
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Going back and reading everything that I missed ohmygod I want to be Matthews gym buddy please that would motivate me so much and he would be so encouraging but also a little shit like “that’s all your lifting? Come on you can do more” while adding more plates to the bar
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no bc I get you…
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tonberry-yoda · 8 months
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HIIIIII ITS MEEEE- 🚁 the brrrr
its not papa croc but fluff croc is as 💪😤 ✨
Hereeeee
Croc maybe had something he had to tend to and returned late at night to y/n sleeping in dim lights in their very the comfortable the room 😌
And bro as always, tried to be as silent he can, doing his night routine before getting into the bed
But then croc had to hit his foot on the side of something that led to him hitting his head on another thing and something knocked over something and the other thing fell but he caught the thing in time landing on the floor on his bed in a swift magic poof poof move ykno
Thats when he heard a small mumble "crocodile you're an idiot" with a small mumbled laugh
When he looked towards y/n, shes still asleep and snoring and yes
As always you can take a smol percent of this idea or add more stuff to it and take this as an inspirationnn or no do this one 😌
Btw i saw your pending request list and jaw is dropped 👁️👄👁️
Proves you are a really good writer bc yu slayy :)
Anyway have great day and may yu continue to slay 🙏✨
-heli go brrrr 🐑🛋️
Late Again - Crocodile
notes - AHHHHH HI!!! I just finished Impel Down and saw wifey croc and nearly lost my mind! I love him sm and have been brainrotting for him B A D! Thank you for being the croc lover here and I am so glad this was still in my inbox for me to do tee hee. Lots of love and thank you so much for your kind words as always, it means a lot <3 word count - 339
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You sighed at you dimmed the lights. He had to be home soon. You just kept reminding yourself that as you tucked yourself in your warm sheets. You were used to Croc being out late, but tucking yourself into bed was always pretty hard.
Passing out though was a whole other ordeal. And an actual easy one. You worked hard, almost just as hard as your husband, so getting to sleep was nothing and you would always pass out, lights on or off.
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Crocodile opened the front door slowly, sighing as he knew you were probably out by now. He wasn't keeping track of time and the moment he looked at the clock, he wanted to slap himself in the face.
He packed up as quickly as he could and came home to darkness. Luckily, he already ate, so he didn't have to worry about that, but damn would it be nice to get a kiss or a hug or anything after such a long day.
He slipped off his shoes and hung up his coat before going upstairs. A sliver of hope came to him when he saw the light on in your bedroom, but that always happened. So when he saw the dim light shining on your sleeping figure, a little bit of disappointment swept over him.
He tried tip toeing around, but failed miserably when he hit his foot on the side of the nightstand, which made an empty glass fall (surprisingly not shattering in the process) and then he hit his head on a bookshelf nearby somehow, which made him again hit the same foot from earlier onto the bed frame.
Crocodile felt like such an idiot and he looked at you with wide eyes.
Somehow you were still asleep.
Until you let out a mumble. "You're such an idiot, Croc."
He turned off the lamp and crawled into bed. "You don't have to tell me twice." he whispered.
But as he wrapped his arms around you, he noticed that you were still fast asleep.
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urgrossdaughter · 2 months
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Are we gonna see your llama socks?
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i already posted this before i think but ughhfggd so cutee, they say goodnight on them aswell🥺
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cementcornfield · 2 months
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https://www.instagram.com/p/C4Osjf6uk62/?igsh=MXYzcnZ4b3p4b211dw==
Look at his phone background on the second slide 🥹🥹🥹 little uno
Also him with TB and Tee 🥹
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Ja'Marr's 24th birthday 🖤🤍
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Now hold on a gosh-diddly-darn minute, I noticed the entire time talking about a tipsy Peppino no one thought to ask this but what about tipsy GUS? I mean we saw him a li'l tipsy in the fastfood saloon escape, can I hear your thoughts about that/him please? Have they ever gotten tipsy together?
(I just like the mental image of the two alone, just being real giggly with each other (Gus just says "hey" and Peppi starts giggling which sets Gus off giggling) and being sappy goofs with each other <3)
HEEHEE u are so right and i am so sorry for withholding this information from the masses 😭
My homebrew for gnomes is that they are simultaneously hardy folk (able to eat virtually anything and immune to most poisonous creatures) AND extremely intolerant of alcohol. Theres no reason for that, i just like it alot :)
So Gus would be an extreme lightweight 😭 its SO bad; he cant speak clearly at all, he cant walk straight, he has the Worst hangovers and he wont remember anything from the previous night. The line between ‘pleasantly buzzed’ and ‘blackout drunk’ is so thin that Gus doesnt even try social drinking. If he MUST drink, it will be in the comfort of his own barebones apartment 😭 at least, until Peppino started hanging out with vigilante and his crew.
Gustavo LIKES drinking! Its just hard to find a good balance, and THATS bc he simply doesnt know how alcohol works. Peppino is like:
“Look ‘ere. All of these have a number somewhere on the bottle. Or a percentage. Lower the number, the better it is for you.”
Gustavo is like !!! Oh!!! That is very helpful! What would you recommend for me then?
“Probably…2-5%. 5-10 proof. Small 'a numbers.”
Gustavo nods, interested. He points at a bottle he recognizes from the last time he came here and got shitfaced. “That one up there; do you know how ‘a strong that one is? Or should i ask the bartender?”
Peppino squints at the company label. “45%.”
“Oh!” That makes sense. “Well what do you usually drink?”
“70%.”
“Oh!”
Peppino recommends some of the LIGHT light wines, the ones that barely have a hint of anything. Theyre sweet (which Gustavo loves so very very much) and for the first time in a very long time, he Stays buzzed instead of immediately faceplanting into being blackout drunk.
Hes very. Playful. Is what Peppino would describe a tipsy Gustavo. He hesitates to use the term ‘flirty’ because that is not whats happening. But hes like. Clearly entertaining some gruff looking men like five times his size as they ramble drunkenly about random shit like ‘waow….thasso cool…and then what happened???’
Its funny at first bc Gustavo is so fucking TINY that all you can see of him, in the group of men as they yapyapyap about some inane shit that Gustavo wont even remember, is his tiny little tail 😭 It is less funny, however, when Peppino catches himself rambling about work and Gustavo is like (ears perked; tail swaying) ‘mmhmm. wrow…thats ‘a kinda nice…what else did you do??’ Peppino is like *buffering* (‘something is happening right now that will need to be addressed at a later time. Do not forget DO NOT FORGET. URGENT!!!!’)
Otherwise Gustavo is just a silly guy. Vigilante will make a joke and he laughs so low and deep that he sounds downright villainous 😭 Peppino will point out something stupid on the TV and like hours later Gus is like ‘…heeeuehuuueee…..do u remember [insert stupid reference] and Peppino will giggle. Peppinos affinity for throwing around ilus are met with Gustavo going ‘😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊’ with absolutely no way to even pretend to mask it.
Gustavo has fun being out in the saloon but he really enjoys drinking in Peppinos house. Its not nearly as loud as the saloon and theres usually homecooked foods like breads and soups (Because Peppino stress-cooks ALL the time). Brick gets to stay indoors instead of waiting outside the saloon, so Gustavo gets to mess with his soft fur contentedly. He just gets to be cozy; its quite nice 😊
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rhapsoddity · 3 days
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So a lot of times if you're doing something that has you seeing someone not be so nice. Ie Owen working with Spectrum. You'll have nightmarez of unrealistic situations.
Does Owen ever have nightmares from his villain work of one of them getting really hurt/captured or even at some point finding out that he didn't trust Scott he was just under magic or anything else like that cause brains are mean
In canon? Probably not, Owens lucky he doesn't rlly get nightmares often and he doesn't usually remember them
But maaannn y'all anons gotta be careful giving me angst ideas/hj
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