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andy-clutterbuck · 2 months
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Rick Grimes in The Ones Who Live 1x01 - Years
"…𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯…𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴."
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clownsuu · 1 year
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I got really bad art block atm again so take some mini doodles I did in my spare time 👍
cw minor implied(?) blood
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I almost forgot about the existence of my Emo howdy w h o o p s KSHHHDJDHD
also sometimes I get reminded that Howdy’s “blood” is blue instead of red and I get surprised every single time
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fruutes · 7 months
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maybe don't name ur plane-loving husband's daughter after a dead pilot...
Dude the way my jaw dropped. The gasp I gusp.
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Listen!! Listen. I thought it was SO clever ok!! It's dedicated to him and Emily!
Maybe it's a prophecy... love u Amelia it was nice knowing u.... or maybe I should just make her build a habit of refueling as often as possible...
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alevens · 1 month
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no one should be allowed to hate Usopp when he's canonically the people's princess. he's Luffy's other half, Zoro's most special little guy and Nami's bestie. he's Sanji's babygirl and Chopper's big bro and Robin's little bro. he's Franky's son and Brook's comedy partner, everyone loves him and would kill anyone who dares to mess with their sniper, like they SHOULD
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static-radio-ao3 · 3 months
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@jegulus-microfic // january 9 // prompt: write // words: 408 // mild/implied nsfw
“You’re so gorgeous, did you know that?” Regulus asks, gazing at James from where he has his chin pillowed on his chest. 
Moonlight filters through the curtains, dust dancing where it is caught in her beam. The night is silent, save for the murmurs in the space between them.
James’ hands still in Regulus’ hair. “Yeah, sure.”
“No, I mean it.”
James hums. A non-committal thing, because guys like him aren’t gorgeous. They’re handsome. Solid. Sturdy. 
“You don’t believe me?” Regulus asks, shifting so he’s no longer lying on James’ chest but instead straddling him. James’ hands move to rest on Regulus’ hips. They gravitate there almost on their own. His True North. “I’ll write it down, if you want. Your morning manifestations.” 
James laughs a little because he still thinks it’s at least a little bit of a joke. His laughter quickly turns breathless when Regulus’ hands come up to his face.
Delicate fingers trace the line of his jaw. The curve of his lips. The shell of his ear and the bridge of his nose. James feels his breath hitch in his throat. The touch feels reverent. Like he is something to be worshiped. 
“Gorgeous,” Regulus whispers, and there’s a soft touch of fingers over James’ eyebrows. His eyes flutter shut and a puff of breath caresses the side of his face, lips following the path Regulus’ fingers have traced. He mouths gently at the line of his jaw, at the corner of his lips, at the shell of his ear, and at the bridge of his nose. A gentle kiss on each eyelid. 
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs. Again and again and again. Until he has mapped out the entirety of James’ face. It almost feels like he’s being re-invented. His freckles and moles charted like stars on a cloudless night. 
Regulus shifts again, working his way down James’ throat, along his collarbones, a kiss pressed into the hollow between them. His chest and stomach, his hip bones. No part of him left uncharted. 
Down and down Regulus goes, muttering that single word over and over again, until he finds where James craves him most, and swallows him down in one go.
James comes with his back arched off the bed and the word gorgeous echoing in his head.
In the morning, Regulus long gone, James finds a sticky note on the mirror. Good morning, gorgeous, it reads, with a little heart-eyed stick-figure doodled in the corner. 
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bathmob · 11 months
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quick gamora test
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sparrowsoupp · 29 days
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they are the working dead! and they lurch for minimum wage!
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horribluh · 3 months
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sanji calling zoro darling is so so good, thank you fic writers
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krasytoonz · 7 months
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I really think they should kiss
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clownsuu · 10 months
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Just a coupla home doodles nothin to see here smhhhh
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h o u s
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jazzzzzzhands · 8 months
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I loved my sketches so much, i decided to finish them!
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lonely-night · 4 months
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Janeway/Seven in 6.08 “One Small Step”
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blindmagdalena · 9 months
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I was rereading the reader breaks up with homelander fic and it got me thinking 🤔 . What if homelander and his partner are hanging out or something and homelander is talking and his partner isn't paying attention or misunderstands him and thinks he's breaking up with them and they're like what? You aren't breaking up with me! You arent getting rid of me buddy that ship has sailed and there's no receipt! How would he react?
Homelander blinks several times. "What?" "It's not happening," you tell him, audibly swallowing a lump in your throat. He can smell your anxiety, and yet your head is tipped back in pure defiance.
He has to bite back the smile that threatens to form. Christ, you think he's dumping you. Admittedly, he probably could have phrased this whole plot of his better than I think we need a break.
"It's not?" He asks, carefully talking around his amusement, keeping his tone even.
"No," you say firmly. You take his hands, and knowing what he knows, he can't help but find the anxious purse of your lips deeply endearing. You always do that when you're trying not to cry. "We'll talk, and we'll-we'll figure out the problem," you say, squeezing his hands.
He almost feels bad keeping you on the hook like this, but fuck, you're so goddamn cute. "You think so?"
"Yeah," you say quietly, heart thudding loud and sweet in his ears. You sure got worked up quick. It's almost mesmerizing to watch how rapidly your demeanor falls into this frenzy, desperate to fix what isn't even broken. It's like yanking a direct line to seeing just how deeply you love him.
"Just... Just please don't... don't-" Your voice catches, eyes turning glassy.
Oop, too far. Now you really look like you're going to cry.
"Okay, okay, okay," he says, untangling his hands from yours so that he can pull you into his arms, stroking his hand up and down your back in firm, soothing sweeps. "It's alright, okay. I hear you. No vacation."
There's a long pause. He tries desperately not to laugh. Slowly, you press your hands to his chest, and lift your gaze to meet his. Your eyes narrow. "What?"
"You know, a break. I was thinking we could use a break, get out of the city. Check out Hawaii or Italy," he says, practically chewing each word. He can't keep the Cheshire cat grin off his mouth any longer.
Your jaw slowly drops. "You..." Even though he sees it coming a mile away, he does nothing to prevent you from whalloping your fist against his chest. "You evil man!" You gasp, striking his padded chest again. "You wicked beast! You creature!"
Homelander's outright cackling now, impervious to your strikes. He catches your wrists and yanks you into a gleeful kiss, humming a devious little purr against your lips. "C'mon," he rumbles. "You didn't really think I'd let you get away that easily, did you?"
"Stop kissing me, I'm kicking your ass," you say, stubbornly twisting in his grasp, kicking ineffectually at his shins. "You scared the shit out of me."
"I don't see how this is my fault," he says, backing you up against the wall, maneuvering both of your wrists into his one hand, pinning them above your head. His grin is downright wolfish. "You're the one jumping to conclusions."
"You said we needed a break!" You say, but when he presses his body against yours, you practically melt into it. He kisses you until you stop biting at his lips, until you cease those meager attempts to twist out of his iron clad grip. He kisses you until your heart beat settles, and you're kissing him back.
"Italy," you say, warm breath mingling with his.
"Hmm?" He hums, in a little daze all his own. He feels intoxicated by your visceral response, by your possessiveness and desperation to keep him.
"I want to go to Italy," you clarify, kissing him again.
He smiles.
"Anything you want, babe."
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spaceratprodigy · 2 months
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*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)
@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]
It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again
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pose reference
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soda-sparkss · 6 months
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hello evryone today im going to be attmepting a chanellge called Brock Be Normal For Five Seconds and I've failed it already
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