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stil-lindigo · 5 months
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I don't suppose you have some kind of mailing list? Considering quitting social media but I really don't want to miss your comics.
completely understandable, and luckily i do have a newsletter :) you can sign up by scrolling to the bottom of my website here. I won't be a common pop-up in your inbox, since I basically only send one out when I've posted a new comic, released a new book or restocked the online store.
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glbtrx · 3 months
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If Eragon hadn't fucked up his blessing for Elva, do you still think the Varden could have won?
Interesting question. Let's see, Elva helped a lot in overcoming the traps to the Throne Room, which is not something to be underestimated at all. In the final battle however, she wasn't of much help in the end. At least not until she warned Eragon that Galbatorix was about to slice him in two from behind. I don't think she did much else during the war, or I don't remember anyway, but those two things are certainly important, since while if Eragon was dead, Murtagh was unconscious, Saphira would have gone crazy and Arya would have basically remained alone with Thorn against Shruikan and the King. I can't predict exactly how it would have gone, but there certainly would have been a much better chance for Galbatorix to win in my opinion.
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alchembee · 2 months
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thanks for sharing those different fan fictions! It’s awesome to get referred to some good ones that I may have never found on my own.
do you make art for fics/fic writers?
Oh absolutely! I love being able to gift the authors a doodle or illustration of mine as a token of my appreciation for the work that they share with the fandom! (in addition to kudos and comments !!!)
here are some recent ones i have been sketching (although there are hundreds more):
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Ed (Sylvan) and Ed (Kai/Bigfoot) from @edisacornball / Thornsong's Fic The Other Side . 2003!Ed and BH!Ed meeting and switching bodies?! yes pls. ((in the case of the nicknames for each of the Ed's. if you read the fic you'll understand))
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Ed being comforted by Winry while he *spirals* at the despair of how much he looks like Hohenheim and does not resemble their mother. This if from @wingsofescape 's fic "In the Cracks of the Light" which is a fixit fic and it is complex, compelling and angsty and unghhhhhhhh!
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Now it is Al's turn to *spiral* in despair. This is a scene from @lotusthewriter / TheRegularWriter 's one shot "Truth" which explores the reason we see Alphonse's long hair cut short at the end of the COS film. // I had fun mirroring the composition of the two sketches since i found that the scenes carried some things in common <3
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qlventingspace · 9 months
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Rando anon, sorry, but I just got back into BL fandom. I heard about the poi incident that happened in april I think, and I thought things were okay since Build had a concert recently. If you dont mind, could you tell me what exactly is going on? Unless you were just venting about the past... thanks in advance!
hi human, if you don't mind I'm gonna turn this post into some of a rant, because I'm about to implode. Sorry, it's not because of you, but because I've had enough of people treating other people as some saint idols just because they're actors instead of treating them as FUCKING HUMAN BEINGS. And disclaimer, I am mentally tired. So tired.
(I'm gonna do bit of summary of everything, so if you don't have time skip to next brackets for what's happening now)
To all hell bent on laughing at us and 'proving us wrong': You think some pretty face is gonna make me forget my morals? We've been there, 7 months of hell, every minute of it. Cause when you love someone you WILL make sure you make a very informed decision if you'll continue or not and you WILL sacrifice the time to do it properly.
We turned every information upside down to analyse it properly and find what is the truth and what is fabrication, so my stance is very solid. I'm making an informed decision (unlike all the people that only come to me saying he's in wrong without any proofs, only shouting).
What you could've missed?
Perhaps you missed that it was Build who made himself scarce to the point his family didn't want to leave him alone for a minute in fear of what he might do to himself while Poi was trying to obsessively reach him, provoking him to speak to her, changing her narrative every 5 seconds, happily insulting people around, left and right, including Builds sister for being some lowly single mother because her husband passed away, INCLUDING religion (islam specifically) and sending death threads to fans. Which of their actions screams A Victim and which Abuser? I beg you use your brain for a bit.
Build is the one who waited for subpoena, since Poi was shouting she was at court (she wasn't). Build is the one who went to court with a folder thick with concrete and empirical evidence. BUILD is the one PROVEN INNOCENT BY A COURT.
And POI is the one who ADMITTED TO MAKING THINGS UP.
(now what's happening currently)
Every time Build tries to move on with his life, some low life (you can guess twice who) brings up unverified 'accusations' against him.
He said it himself, if you don't like him, just don't stay in a fandom. Just don't go around spreading more hate and misinformation about him.
He.just.wants.to.live.in.peace.
As I said in my convo with a hater under my latest post: Is leaking private photos okay when it's half naked man? Is leaking private chats okay if it's a man? There's several 'new' accounts spreading his private half naked photos that were taken without his consent or knowledge he's being photographed (taken by Poi). And now the account is spreading chats (not verified) where he badmouths his colleagues and company.
First of all, there is a fake translation of those chats, that is done by (wonder wonder) a completely new burner account (joined to twt this month I think). Secondly, Build only apologized for the chats leaked yesterday (was it noon?) in those he is complaining about unfair treatment he got from his former company (BOC).
Build never left anything for which he was truthfully responsible for go without an apology.
Why is he required to constantly apologize for the fact that HE COMPLAINED TO HIS FRIEND IN HIS PRIVATE CHAT ABOUT UNFAIR TREATMENT AT THE WORKPLACE?
I'm absolutely sure (sarcasm) that if all of your private chats got leaked now you would come out of it as absolute saints.
And then the account continued to publish thai chats with misleading captions, and fake translations, while the actual translations of those chats weren't that bad as the caption wants you to believe.
All in all it's just a normal person venting to his friends about his life and private matters.
Oh and did I tell you about that account threatening Build to leave the entertainment industry or they never stop?
As of today, guess who's again going to court because he's getting continuous harrassment? Build.
Because he's a victim, whose abuser is constantly attacking him and he has no other means to defend himself but the official jurisdiction.
And think what you want, but the lack of action from the company's side while he was under their care, unfair treatment, complicity in assuring he's gonna stay with Poi when he tried to seek a way out, throwing him under bus while he was under their management and also after, playing on both sides.....
I'll let you make up your mind. But there is too many things that just click together and for me: BOC as a company is complicit. In harrassment, in abuse. They are still working with and following Poi.
If you don't wanna see Build as victim, what about Barcode then? She harrassed him. What about Mile and Apo then? SHE HARRASSED THEM.
Yet the company is still working with her, because she has money and power and they have a sinking boat and planned projects.
I said what I said.
That cursed company will never see a damn penny from me ever again.
And someone on twitter said enlightening thing.
Why is it only now, only THIS company that has a problem with Build? While people from all his previous projects (actors, directors) are hyping him up and supporting him?
Build just wants to live his life. He is just a human being, as we all are. We sometimes do weird shit and bad shit and vent to our friends. But because he's public person he needs to be humiliated and treated like shit publicly while if it was you or me we'd just disapear for a week in our room and no repercussions would await us after?
Build is not an abuser. He is proven innocent BY COURT.
All he ever did was that he trusted the wrong people.
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zeroducks-2 · 1 year
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If you're still doing the ship thing, I saw a fanart of them so barbara/dinah?
I am still doing it! Keep feeling free to ask about any ship (or reblog the ship game yourself, it's here!) As for dinahbabs,
I ship it!
What made you ship it? Listen. I love female friendship and sisterhood and sisters-in-arms and galpals and confidants and soul-sisters. I do. But there is nothing polite or heterosexual when it comes to this
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Or this
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And especially this
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This happens in Birds of Prey #21 btw, and I recommend it cause it's a good ol fun read (hard to admit but fucking Chuck Dixon could write decent stories)
So, yeah. I don't even like Barbara and I am not the biggest fan of Dinah, but LOOK AT THEM.
What are your favorite things about the ship? The fact that I manage to tolerate Babs only when she's around other female characters lol. No but really, it's not Barbara's fault but she gets handled by Men™ who write her to be either the token female character or the token love interest of the main man (who changes from story to story - I think she had a pass with all the batboys AND Bruce and honestly fuck off yall at DC Central have no shame).
But around Dinah and the other birds of prey she really shines, she can be a badass and vulnerable at the same time without having to be The Love Interest whose affection saves/motivates the hero, or a Girlboss with no perceived flaws because that's how writers at DC Central think a strong female character acts.
She is allowed to be herself for herself, and a relationship with Dinah doesn't go against that in any way. For as much as Tom Taylor makes Dick say that Babs is his best friend and yada yada, he also only makes Dick talk exclusively about himself in regards to Babs, which paints a real sad picture of a man who "loves" this woman just because he feels validated by her in his Man Things.
While Dinah and Babs' become friends slowly and FOR REAL, getting to know each other in a way which is simply not there when they put a male character around Barbara. And beside everything, if you look at their relationship as a slow burn romance it's really frickin cute.
Also, lesbians. We stan lesbians in this household.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Probably the fact that I ship this while not really liking Babs is already pretty unpopular lol
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silvertimetraveler · 3 months
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every of team chaotix for the bingo
yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
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i start with espio
as yall can see, silver and espio do have (kinda) the same bingo, just bc i fucking love 'em and my moots clearly know about that, i'm sorry to tell you that but you're a bit silly to ask this tumblr user silvertimetraveler if they love espio
espio is a cool character (okay not that cool but), i have a lot of headcanons about him and i absolutely support some others (like the face he trains himself to have a deep voice, or just the face he's fucking trans), he has a kind of mysterious personality and that's what i love in him
espio's childhood is also unknown (we only know his mother and maybe his childhood friends too?), so that lets us the creativity to write for him the story (and the way he met vector and how did they become the chaotix!)
we also don't forget how he is the "big brother" to charmy (and the same for charmy to espio) and how he is vector's "son" even if espio in question does NOT consider vector as his dad (in truth he may be embarrassed of calling him daddy and if he accidentally does vector will fall with tears rolling down his eyes LMAO)
so in general, espio's my second favorite sonic character (that means that i am the ONLY one allowed to say shit about him) < okay my moots are also allowed :)
now vector's turn :3
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for me, vector is just that one guy that everyone loves, he likes to tease silver and espio (yes bc i always have to enter my shitty espilver romance in any post i write), and he has the role of "everyone's father" < and that is just so cute
vector, isn't a very bloved character to me, he's more like the parent in team chaotix and that's the reason why i love him, i saw a lot of fanfics and short comics featuring vector in that role and i just found that so cute and funny bc it's really him XD
also in idw comics; i saw a LOT of panels, wgere vector was holding charmy like a baby, he also cares a lot about espio and he would become agressive if anything happened to his two sons :)
it's also funny how vector reacts near to vanilla; and i can literally imagine espio, silver, charmy and cream in the background helping vector during a date with vanilla XD they all are a big family and i LOVE SO MUCH THIS DYNAMIC *cries*
in general VECTOR IS THE BEST SONIC FATHER EVER AND I LOVE HIM TO DEATH
noow charmy :))
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charmy? hah! he's the baby gremlin that loves being annoying, he's the underrated brat that everyone loves, i love him, do you understand me?
He's the child, and the little brother to espio and the son to vector (okay this is quite funny bc espio and charmy have 10 years of difference but he's still his little brother >:D) charmy is also an underrated character of course, just bc he's a brat <3
and of course i love him, and i have a lot of headcanons abt him; he likes to spy on espio when silver and he are alone (< did i just mention espilver romance. ONCE AGAIN?!), he likes mimicking espio when he does that meditation thingy, he also loves stealing his kunais (but espio always catches him)
he's childish, and a messy boy, full of energy, ready to play and fight, when espio and he are fighting thre's vector to stop them (and maybe punish them < but espio is a bit too old for that? nooo)
in general, the team chaotix are a big family and they're also my childhood bc i found that they're the characters i mostly talk about, they're my comfort place in the sonic fandom and all my friends do love 'em too
(i hope you enjoyed reading! btw i'm sorry for late answering, i got a lot of asks and i'm answering them slowly and in order)
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holy-ships-x-red-lips · 7 months
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Intimacy + Shandy
Thank you so much for asking this anon! Come back and ask for more anytime!
Prompt: Muse A braids/brushes/works knots out of Muse B's hair.
A/N: This is mostly Sharon and Andy taking care of each other in some interesting ways after a hard day. Read on to find out!
Handle With Care
It had been a much too exciting day for Sharon’s liking. 
The murder room was in shambles after the explosion.
An explosion she’d very nearly not made it out of.
She thought about Andy's call on Provenza’s phone to her to make sure she and everyone else was okay.
That had been a sobering moment.
She actually had someone to worry about her now.
She wasn’t entirely used to it, but she realized now that she also had to think of him when she put herself in life or death situations like the one she’d found herself in today.
She thought back to when Andy had been thrown from that moving car and how worried she’d been about him.
How worried he must have been when he saw the windows of the murder room blown out by the bomb.
It went both ways: the fear and the love and the care
So, as Andy pulled into a parking space in the parking garage of her condo building, he took a deep breath and squeezed Sharon’s hand that was on the console with his and then pulled her hand towards his lips and kissed her knuckles.
They didn’t speak on the ride together on the elevator up to the floor of their condo.
As they arrived at their condo door, Andy took his keys out of his pocket and found the key Sharon had given him to the condo.
He unlocked the door, opened it, and let Sharon go in first.
“Where’s Rusty?” asked Andy.
“He called earlier when I was getting checked out by the ambulance. He called to make sure I was okay and said he’d be at the library late tonight,” Sharon told him.
“Alright. Well, home alone together, then. What should we get up to first?” asked Andy.
“Well, I definitely need a shower. I’ve got drywall dust everywhere on me and my hair’s gotta be a mess,” said Sharon.
“Can I join you?” asked Andy.
“You never have to ask that,” said Sharon with a sly smile as she began walking down the hallway towards the bathroom, Andy following close behind.
Once they undressed and Sharon set the water to her desired temperature, they stood there a moment waiting for the hot water to warm up while Andy held Sharon from behind and suggested, “Let me take care of you for a while.”
Sharon hummed a moment later before she asked Andy, “What does that entail?”
“Whatever you want,” Andy told her.
“Interesting proposition. How about I give you free reign on what we do in the shower? Cause I really don’t wanna think for a little while,” suggested Sharon as she stepped out of Andy’s arms and into the hot shower, Andy close behind her.
As Sharon stood facing Andy and smiling at him, he told her, “Turn around.”
“Ooh! What are we doing?” asked Sharon, genuinely curious as to what was about to happen.
“It’s not what you think. At least not yet,” replied Andy as his hands began massaging her scalp.
Sharon hummed affirmatively as Andy continued massaging her scalp, taking great care to get whatever drywall debris might have gotten in there during the explosion.
As he pulled her out of the path of the spray, he leaned towards Sharon’s ear and said, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“Me too. Glad I made it out, if only for this amazing scalp massage,” joked Sharon.
“Sharon, I’m serious,” Andy told her earnestly.
“I know. I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation, I’m glad you made it out too. You’ve gotta marry me someday soon. Although, going after that bomber without back-up was rather risky, especially with your past health issues and injuries,” said Sharon honestly. 
“I know. I think we both worried each other,” admitted Andy as he massaged the shampoo into Sharon’s hair for her.
“Mmhmm,” hummed Sharon affirmatively.
“What can I do to make it up to you?” asked Andy. 
“You’re doing it right now,” said Sharon before she walked back into the spray as Andy followed after her and wrapped his arms around Sharon’s waist as she leaned back to wash the shampoo out of her hair.
“What?” asked Andy a moment later.
Sharon leaned out of the spray for a moment before she said, “Handling me with care. Loving me.”
Sharon tipped her head back into the spray to wash the remaining shampoo out of her hair as Andy pondered her statement for a few minutes in the silence between them.
After Sharon washed the shampoo out of her hair, Andy was at the ready with the conditioner, squeezing a healthy amount of it into his hand before setting the bottle down as he began massaging the conditioner into Sharon’s hair for her.
“Sharon, what did you mean when you said that I handle you with care?” asked Andy, genuinely curious.
“Just that you take care of me when I want or need that sort of thing,” said Sharon as she smiled at Andy.
“It’s my pleasure to be able to do that for you,” said Andy as he leaned forward slightly to kiss Sharon’s lips, which she returned with equal fervor.
Once they finally broke apart for air, Sharon said, “I’m sure it is. Let me wash this conditioner out of my hair real quick and then it’s your turn.”
As Sharon washed the conditioner out of her hair, Andy marveled at how lucky they both were that this day was ending the way it was, considering the dangerous ordeals they’d both been through today.
A few minutes later, Sharon and Andy traded places, with Andy now under the spray and Sharon behind him.
Meanwhile, a couple minutes later, Andy stepped out of the spray and grabbed a dollop of shampoo from his shampoo bottle and began massaging it into his own hair before feeling two hands making their way up the nape of his neck and into his hair.
“Told you it was your turn,” Sharon whispered next to his ear before placing a kiss against his cheek as she gently massaged his scalp as well.
Andy relaxed into Sharon’s touch as she continued massaging the shampoo into his hair.
When Sharon was done, Andy stepped under the spray to rinse the shampoo from his hair while Sharon lathered up her body with a loofah and some body wash, ridding her body of drywall dust.
God, this shower felt so good, Sharon thought to herself as her and Andy came together under the spray in a passionate kiss.
After a few minutes, Andy broke the kiss and shut off the water before he said, “This is only the beginning.”
Sharon hummed  and raised her eyebrows curiously before she asked, “Beginning of what?”
“The beginning of the handle with care plan,” Andy told her as he opened the shower door and motioned for Sharon to go first.
Sharon got out of the shower and began toweling off as Andy got out and did the same.
She put a short silk robe on and tied it at the waist, while Andy put on his green terry robe & then came up behind Sharon and kissed the spot behind her ear.
“Will this handle with care plan include sex?” Sharon asked him before she turned around in his arms and gave him a proper kiss.
Once they broke apart for air, Andy replied with a smug smirk, “It could happen. I wanna do something else first though,” 
“And what would that be?” asked Sharon, interested in where this was all going.
“How about you go sit on the edge of the bed while I grab a couple things out of here and find out?” suggested Andy.
Sharon smiled widely at him before she said, “You’re being quite mysterious tonight.”
“It’s all part of the handle with care plan,” said Andy as he smirked at Sharon before lovingly patting her silk clad butt.
As Sharon opened the bathroom door, she commented, “Now, you’re just being cheeky.”
“Pun intended?” asked Andy. 
“Oh, it was so intended,” said Sharon over her shoulder as she walked down the hall to their bedroom.
“Who’s being cheeky now?” asked Andy as he quickly gathered Sharon’s brush and a couple hair ties out of a drawer and headed in the same direction she’d gone.
Sharon was still laughing at that one when Andy entered their bedroom, closed the door, and then sat behind her on the bed with the brush in hand.
As Andy began brushing any tangles out of Sharon’s hair, she relaxed a bit before she asked, “What exactly are you doing besides taking care of me and brushing my hair?” 
“They say a bit of mystery keeps the relationship alive,” said Andy as he leaned next to Sharon’s ear.
Andy continued brushing Sharon’s hair until he’d gotten it all brushed out before he set the brush on his nightstand and went about separating Sharon’s hair into three different sections.
As Andy started weaving the sections of her hair together, Sharon knew exactly what he was doing and bowed her head and smiled to herself for a moment.
She was curious about one thing though, and asked, “Where did you learn how to braid hair?”
“Well, having a single mom and three younger sisters and daughters teaches you some things,” said Andy.
Sharon smiled at the use of the word daughters and continued letting Andy braid her hair.
For them, there was no mine and yours anymore, just ours.
Eventually, Andy put a hair tie on the bottom of Sharon’s braid and then pulled her back until she was flush with his robed chest and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“I always like that robe,” commented Andy as he ran one of his hands up Sharon’s smooth outer thigh, inching higher and higher.
“Wanna see me take it off?” asked Sharon leadingly.
“God, yes,” Andy told Sharon as he let go of her and she turned around and got on her knees in front of him and slowly began disrobing, sliding the silk robe off her shoulders until it fell on the end of the bed.
As she sat back on her legs, she looked at Andy with want in her eyes as he did the same before she said, “Your turn.”
Andy got up and stood next to the foot of the bed as  he told Sharon as he began disrobing,  “This will probably be a bit less graceful than your performance.”
“I don’t mind,” replied Sharon as she smiled and  gave Andy the motion to come here once he undid his robe and it hit the floor.
“What now?” asked Andy teasingly as he sat next to Sharon on the bed.
“Now, it’s time for me to handle you with care for a while,” replied Sharon as she ran her hands up Andy’s chest and towards his shoulders.
“Do tell,” said Andy as his and Sharon’s lips were now mere inches from each other.
“Why don’t I just show you?” said Sharon with a mischievous look on her face.
“I can’t wait to find out what your handle with care plan has in store,” replied Andy with an equally impish grin on his face as he looked into Sharon’s eyes, both his and her eyes brimming with love for the other.
“Why don’t you lie back and find out?” suggested Sharon.
Andy did as he was told and pulled Sharon on top of him as he did. 
As Sharon’s body tumbled into him, she placed a kiss against his chest before continuing to place kisses against his torso and heading further south.
“God, I love the handle with care plan,” said Andy as he looked up at the ceiling, preparing himself for what was about to happen.
At that, Sharon just laughed into his hip before reaching her final destination.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Feel free to leave a review if you’d like. It helps me immensely as a writer and ultimately fuels me to write more.
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kpforpresident · 2 years
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Clexa #46 please
~out of envy or jealousy~
“Clarke, wait,” Lexa calls out desperately behind her, sighing in slight frustration as the mane of blonde hair whipped around the hallway of their apartment building. Fading footsteps pounded furiously up the slightly tilted stairs that lead to their cozy third story apartment. Keys rattled in the door, and then the resounding sound of that same door slamming echoed in the hallway. 
Lexa slumped against the very bottom stair, pinching the bridge of her nose tiredly. Letting her head fall back with a thump against the wallpapered hallway, she dug her phone out of her pocket with a weary hand and pressed two on her speed dial, waiting.  
“Hey, kid. What have you done now?” An amused voice blares out of the small speaker as Lexa presses the speakerphone mode and taps the phone against her forehead, holding up her head with a weary finger to her temple. 
She wiggles uncomfortably in her suit, undoing her jacket with one hand as she tries to sit without wrinkling it more. She had only worn this particular green one, slightly tight as it was, because she assumed that Clarke would be peeling it off her as soon as they had gotten home from the law school gala. Preferably with her teeth. Clearly, she muses as she looks up at their very shut front door, that was not happening tonight. She scrubs a tired hand over her face, remembering at the last moment that she had put on eye makeup tonight. Damn, double damn.
“Ahn, why do you assume that I am the one who has fucked up,��� she snarls slightly, looking with betrayal at the phone. As if Anya can see her through the speaker, all the way out in sunny California. 
“Because,” the knowing voice on the other end of the line says, “you wouldn’t be calling me at-” a shuffle as Anya leans over to peer at her kitchen clock- “two am New York time if you hadn’t fucked up in some manner.” 
Lexa nods slightly. Then, remembering that Anya can’t see her, says quietly, “yeah, I mean you’re not wrong. The problem is, I don’t think I’ve done anything. But Clarke clearly thinks I have, and now I am locked out of my own apartment because she has the only set of keys we brought out!” 
A tinny laugh oozes out of the speaker and Lexa rolls her eyes as she smiles slightly, waiting for Anya to get her kicks. Then a crackly sigh pours out of the speaker, followed by the whoosh of what Lexa assumes is Anya’s fridge opening. The bubbly crack of a beer can follows as Lexa can hear Anya getting settled again. She can picture her, slinging herself onto her kitchen counter as she gets comfortable, long legs dangling off, beer in hand. 
“Ok, Lex. I’m ready. Hit me with whatever fuckery you’ve managed this time.” Lexa rolls her eyes for real this time as she wiggles out of her jacket fully, draping it carefully over a higher step as she toes off her favorite dress shoes. 
“I don’t know what happened, Ahn. The night was going well, we had been having fun. Clarke was wearing this insane midnight navy dress that I was honestly losing my mind over-”
“Ew, Lexa,” Anya interrupted, sounding horrified. “I’m really glad you've been sickeningly in love since you were like, eighteen, but I do not need to hear how badly you want to bone your girlfriend. Believe me, we all know it.” 
Lexa smiles for real as she conjures up a vision of Clarke’s dress- strapless and shimmering in the soft lights of the ballroom, clinging to her legs and generous curves as she moves and dances. Lexa had barely been able to keep her hands off Clarke, the liquid silk appearing as it had been simply painted on her girlfriend. Clarke had topped off the look with strappy black heels that made it so she was able to look Lexa squarely in the eyes as they danced. 
Lexa had had visions of those shoes in particular throughout the night, them falling into bed after, light off of expensive champagne and tiny plates of appetizers  supplied by Lexa’s law program to celebrate the end of their third year. Clarke wearing only those shoes, creamy alabaster legs wrapped around Lexa’s shoulders in their bed. 
Lexa shakes the image out of her head as Anya’s inquiring, exasperated “Hello, earth to Alexandria,” blares into her eardrum. 
“Sorry Anya, I’m here,” She says as a faint blush steals across the tops of her ears. “Anyway, everything had been going so well, we had been having fun. Clarke had sat for a little while because her feet were hurting, and Costia and I were dancing-”
“Wait, wait wait,” Anya cuts her off, sounding decidedly less amused. “You were dancing with Costia? Lexa, anyone with eyeballs and a pulse can see how badly that girl has it for you, she practically makes up excuses to come talk to you at your internship. You know it bugs the hell out of Clarke!” 
The friendship between Anya and Clarke wasn’t one that Lexa completely understood, as they teased the hell out of each other. But at some point over Lexa and Clarke’s six plus year relationship, Anya had become as protective of Clarke as she was of Lexa. 
“I know Anya,” Lexa growls back, wiggling down completely now to lay on the rickety wooden step. The accusing face of her watch reads 2:45 am. 
“But Clarke needed to sit, and Costia’s date Echo was off schmoozing up one of our law profs, and she asked and I felt like I couldn’t say no. It was one dance, Ahn! We talked about Clarke the entire time! We were talking about her latest exhibit!” 
“Does Clarke know that??” Anya demanded through the speaker, pitch of her voice stepping up incredulously.  Lexa’s arm that isn’t holding the phone shoots up into the air, gesturing in exasperation as she clamps the phone between her jaw and shoulder. 
“I didn’t have a chance, Anya! Clarke was so pissed after that dance that she barely said another word to me as we cabbed home, wouldn’t listen to me. Then she sprinted off in those damn heels and now I’m here, talking to you while my girlfriend fumes inside. What do I do?!” 
Silence. 
“You know what to do, Lex,” Anya’s unamused voice said. “Go up there, and fucking grovel. Tell her exactly what you told me. Relationships are based on trust and mutual love, but Clarke has communicated to you clearly that she’s uncomfortable with Costia, and you danced with her anyway. Your intentions were good but your execution needs a lot of work, little sister.” 
“Love you too, Ahn,” Lexa snarls, but there is no heat behind it. 
“Bye, Lexa. We’ll talk tomorrow?” 
Lexa murmurs an affirmative before hanging up, dropping her phone on her chest as she sits, thinking, for a long moment. She hoists herself up, tucking her phone into her back pocket as she grabs her shoes with her right hand, slighing her jacket over her left shoulder as she slowly walks up the meandering staircase. Before she can hesitantly knock on the door, it creaks open. 
Liquid blue eyes meet her apologetic gaze. Clarke’s face is scrubbed clean of makeup, the skin around her eyes slightly red. Golden curls tumble around her shoulders, the glamorous waves from the event falling slightly. She’s dressed in one of Lexa’s oversized Columbia sweaters, the sleeves rolled so that her hands are free, legs and feet bare. It’s Clarke’s go-to comfort item when she’s upset. It hurts something in Lexa’s chest to see how sad this made Clarke. Lexa drops her shoes again as she reaches for Clarke, instinctively wanting to comfort her. 
Clarke lets herself be folded into Lexa’s embrace, tucking her chin into Lexa’s shoulder. They stand in silence for a moment in the doorway. 
“I heard everything.” 
Lexa’s shoulders slump in silent relief. While she doesn’t exactly love that Clarke was listening to her phone call with her sister, if it has turned the angry lioness back into her pliant and loving girlfriend, she’s willing to let it slide. 
Clarke tugs her into the apartment, door closing behind them. After Lexa has changed, shedding her beautiful but impractical suit for a threadbare Artists Do It Better tie dye t-shirt that they had found while thrifting, they curl up in bed together. 
“I get jealous, Lex,” comes the quiet admission into her shirtfront as Clarke’s arms twine around her for comfort. Lexa stamps a loving kiss to her hairline, waiting for her to finish as she smooths an encouraging hand down her spine. Clarke props her chin up on Lexa’s sternum so they can lock eyes. 
“It’s hard for me to feel like I compare sometimes, with Costia being in your law program and your internship, and you’ll probably work at the same firm after graduation, and I know I’m good at what I do, but it’s just hard to feel like I fit into your world,” comes out in a shaky whisper as those heartbreakingly blue eyes fill with a ream of tears. 
Lexa grabs her tighter, rolling them so they are facing each other on their sides. 
“Clarke, you are it for me,” she states honestly as she smooths her tears away. “You are my world.” 
Clarke nods into her shirtfront. She doesn’t say anything for a moment before she lunges at an unsuspecting Lexa, their mouths clashing together. They kiss heavily for a moment, lips and teeth and tongue battling for dominance. Clarke eventually pulls away first, breathing heavily. Lexa’s eyes are still zeroed onto her lips, eyes dark and wanting. 
“What was that for?” she asks huskily, running a lustful hand over Clarke’s hip. 
“Because, you’re mine,” Clarke snarls back, somehow rolling them so she pins Lexa underneath her. She reaches behind her to pull the baggy sweatshirt over her head, preening slightly as Lexa’s eyes zero into her chest. 
“And I intend to show you that.”
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morgansplace · 4 days
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OCs?👀👀👀
I gotta know EVERYTHING
I've had two of them since I was really young, and they've gone through really different storylines with me as I grew up.
Their names are Luciel Behemoth and Joshua Harrison, Ciel & Josh for short. Since the moment I created them (when I was around ten, eleven?) I always, always knew they'd end up together, and even if in some versions of their story it is really difficult for them to be together, that has never affected the fact that they're endgame with each other.
Ciel is a tall, lanky redhead with vibrant green eyes and a toothy, sharp smile. He's a demon, although demons in my universe are different than the redactedverse's (are you even a fan of the rverse, anon? I'm sorry if not!) And, personality wise, he looks like a natural flirt with charisma and charm from the outside, but he's actually very emotional and sweet once you get to know him.
Josh, on the other hand, is not as tall or lanky, with light brown hair and dyed green ends, forest green eyes, and a soft frown always adorning his face. He's the human that summoned Ciel after finding the demon's summonry parchment, and that's how they met each other. Josh can come off as a rude, easily annoyed guy, but deep inside, he's just scared of showing how vulnerable he can be a lot of the time. I've always said he reflects my weaknesses, in a way.
If you're interested in tropes their relationship has, it's your basic strangers to lovers, slowburn, forced proximity trope, but add supernatural and some religious trauma to the mix. If it counts for anything, Josh is a writer, and in the end, he would never admit it, but he considers Ciel his muse.
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mwolf0epsilon · 9 months
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How goes the computer campaign?
I got up to 35% of my goal!
I'm still a long way from paying off my computer in full, but every little bit I manage to earn via commissions or via tips helps immensely and I couldn't be more grateful for everyone who's felt like pitching in.
I'm incredibly happy that I've gotten this far at all.
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x-i-l-verify · 6 months
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For the dreblr ask game 15, 18, 20 and/or 21
15. What’s your favorite c!Dream AU?
Answered!
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18. What are some of your favourite pieces of c!Dream art?
(a non-comprehensive list!)
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20. What are some of your favourite pieces of c!Dream analysis?
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21. (For those who make fan content) Which c!Dream piece are you the most proud of?
Answered!
Send me dreblr-related questions!!
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dreamboatt · 10 days
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how is your back pain, boat?
Back pain joins Stomach pain against me🫠
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notesonartistry · 3 months
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most memorable meal of the year?
Hm, I mentioned an Irish breakfast earlier, so I'll go for a different one.
I went out for dinner with my mum and friends at a restaurant they really like, but that I don't visit as often as I used to. One of the managers remembered me and was really happy to see us and he gave us a free dessert as a "welcome back". It was one of those lovely moments when you realise that people do notice you in your community when you maintain a habit.
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kaeyachi · 8 months
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Kaeya
love of my life, my babey, my pookie, the one who gives me strength to wake up, the one who keeps me going, owner of my heart, apple of my eye, my beloved, my sunshine, my star, my moon, my universe, my one and only, my reason, my meaning of love, my language of flowers, enchanting, majestic, heartstopping, awe-inspiring, spectacular, wonderful, beautiful, amazing, stunning, stupefying, breathtaking, gorgeous, alluring, lovely, perfect
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bi-dyke-eowyn · 7 months
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Biggest dominant fantasy?
hmmm... it's actually hard to answer this for two reasons. one, I just started my period, so I'm more in the mood to be a feral bottom than I am to be any kind of dominant. two, living with @fullmoonwhiskey means that every day I get to indulge my sadism and turn them into a whimpering needy mess for me, so I don't actually spend a lot of time fantasizing about being dominant, because my life has become quite fulfilling in that regard.
really, nothing makes me feel more powerful than the way they melt into me when I bite their lip in a kiss, or grab a handful of their hair and tilt their head back to stare into their eyes and call them a Good Boy. it's a little intoxicating 🤭
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zeroducks-2 · 8 months
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bio-father slade please!!<3
Alright this is embarrassing. This is not a WIP, this is a completed story LMAO.
So basically this is what happened. More than a year ago I wrote this just to give it a try to an Omegaverse situation. It's a short, smutty little thing without much plot, and it sat in my folder untouched for a long time. Then April 2023 came and so did the SladeRobin Mini Event 2023, one of the prompts being Bio-father Slade Wilson, and I thought "you know I have the Perfect Thing for it sitting in my DC folder", so I whipped it up, polished it, added added a closing paragraph and put it in the AO3 drafts to post when the actual day of the mini event rolled around.
And then I entirely forgot about it (in my defense, I was moving overseas at the time)
Let me just post this on AO3 so it doesn't sit in my WIP folder forever without a reason. I'll make a proper post for it soon, for now you can find it here if you want to :) The gist of it is extremely straightforwad, Omega!Dick is preggo and Slade is the father, and everything is very mushy and sweet and happy ♥
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