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roombagreyjoy · 3 months
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Siren's call to change unhealed piercings for new jewellery my beloathed
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magnoliabloomfield · 1 year
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It Happened in the Kitchen
Slivko x Maybelle from my fanfic Under Normal Circumstances.
Summary: it’s their anniversary and Slivko tries to make a cake. Emphasis on “tries”.
Requested by @whourfeyrac
Warnings: SFW but implied love making, fade to black. No cursing. Just domestic fluff.
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“What… happened?” Maybelle asked in a controlled tone as she stood at the threshold of the kitchen and surveyed the state it was in.
Slivko stood there with as much flour on him as was on the counters, much more than was in the mixing bowl at this point.
He sighed and ran a hand down his face, feeling dry and gritty.
“Happy anniversary?” He said as his hand fell to his side and sent up a little white cloud.
Maybelle’s face took on that look, the one where he could hear the “awe!” she was holding in. She left foot prints across the kitchen tile when she came up to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She tried to give him a kiss but quickly pulled back, wiping flour off her lips with the back of her hand before she wiped his mouth off too and tried again.
“So… what were you going for?” She asked after she broke the kiss, still holding onto him.
“Chocolate cake- devil’s food because I know it’s your favorite,” he answered and watched her bite her bottom lip adorably. “But apparently I’m an idiot who-“
“You are not an idiot,” she said firmly, squeezing him a little tighter. “You, sir, learned how to fly a helicopter. There is no way you can be an idiot.”
All his frustration melted away at that and he wondered if she could see how pink he was blushing under the layers of flour. He couldn’t deny how happy being with Maybelle made him, she was always on his side and never allowed him to be too hard on himself. Even when she was correcting him she was on his side because her goal was always to draw them closer together and keep them together, rather than her ever just wanting to be “right”.
He grinned down at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She gave him a smile before tucking her head under his chin and hugging him back. She took a deep breath, like she usually did during hugs like these, and was thrown into a sneezing fit by all the flour she inhaled.
“What seems to be giving you trouble?” She asked when she was finished sneezing.
He showed her the instructions, a little recipe card he’d gotten from Penny, and explained what he’d done. Maybelle didn’t tell him anything outright, but rather she asked him some leading questions. He liked that she just leaned on the counter, chin resting cutely on her hands as she watched him. He wanted to do this for her on his own, but it was still much more fun having her around.
After he put the cake in the oven they cleaned up the kitchen together. With a few minutes left on the timer, she turned on the radio and tuned it till she found something to dance to. Slivko smiled as her hand found his and pulled him closer in the middle of the kitchen. She loved to dance with him in the kitchen and he loved that about her.
It seemed like more than the oven was getting heated in there. Slivko almost forgot the cake entirely in favor of something else sweet as his hands strayed farther from normal dance positions. She watched him with a knowing look in her eye but didn’t stop him or say anything. He knew how to get an answer from her.
He spun her out and pulled her back in, her back to his chest with her arms wrapped around herself. Trapped in this gentle prison he leaned down and buried his face in her neck. It was her most ticklish spot and he found that if she allowed kisses there it meant she was up for more, but if she just giggled and turned into a turtle it wasn’t the time.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder so he went for it. He made little pink marks on her skin from her ear to her collar bone before he was interrupted by the timer.
She tried to step away but he held her fast.
“Slivie,” she giggled. “Let’s take the cake out and turn the oven off so we don’t burn the house down.”
He let her hands go but clung to her waist as she moved to get the oven mitts and then over to the stove to take out the cake. His body followed her motions even as she bent over to get the cake and he kissed her back through her shirt.
The cake was left in the pan, oven hastily turned off before she turned in his arms and started kissing him now. The first kiss she ever gave him, the first kiss she’d ever given anyone, had been simple and innocent. She’d learned a lot since then.
He pulled back from her eager lips to look into her eyes. Her pupils were large and he could swear he saw little hearts in them as she peered up at him.
“That’s one year down, Mrs. Slivko. Do you want to sign on for another?” He asked her, feeling her hands find the hem of his t-shirt.
“Aye aye captain,” she breathed as she tiptoed to reach his lips again.
He laughed. “That’s the navy,” he corrected.
“Would you complain if I told you you had permission to come aboard?” She asked.
“Aye aye captain,” he repeated as he scooped her up and carried her off for their personal anniversary celebration.
And afterwards there would be cake. Slivko didn’t think it could get any better than that.
“Remember your dream car?” She asked out of the blue when they were halfway to the bedroom.
“Uh huh,” he said though he could barely remember anything that wasn’t what he wanted to be doing right then.
“When we’re done,” she kissed him once more. “Look in the driveway.” She whisper the last bit in his ear before kissing his neck.
Yes, the fact that she had bought him a car, his dream car, and it was sitting in the driveway that very moment was exciting. But he didn’t need to see it just then. There could be a fleet of cars waiting out there for him, but all he wanted and all he cared about was already there in his arms and all he wanted to do was prove that to her.
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designyourfashion · 1 year
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Blue Cheese Bites
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in-study-hell · 1 year
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The hand
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hylialeia · 10 months
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you don't get it. she loved him once. she didn't have a maester, she had a brother. he sold their mother's crown to keep them fed. he said Dany, please. she loved him, once.
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musubiki · 9 months
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"I can't believe you let a member of the m34th seduce you."
- everyone to mochi
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zeb-z · 7 months
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I’m so Obsessed with Pac and his crazy ass. he’s so 🤏 yknow? he’s the biggest advocate to make hard drugs recreational and legal on the island. he was jealous when Foolish got shot until downed by Cucurucho, saying he wished it was him. the man he trusts most on the island is a reformed cannibal - the one who literally ate his leg. he looked for anything not bolted down to take in that fed base they found Kameto in. he acted so suspicious to Bad for literally no reason, enough for Bad to plan on killing him to search his body for hidden photo evidence (which he didn’t have) - and then not a minute later ended up just killing himself in front of the demon for some entirely unrelated reason. then when he got his stuff back and found Bad was looking for a photo, he just started giving him the most random assortment of pictures he had without question. he talked for a full minute about why he wanted to execute everyone by hanging them to collect all their heads. there is just something so fundamentally wrong with him <3
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awakefor48hours · 7 months
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I’ll admit, there’s something oddly wholesome about the fact that the Lich befriended BMO.
The Lich was made to destroy all live and once he did, he had nothing. But BMO isn’t a living creature, they’re a robot that was specifically designed to give people love. Giving love is eternal and if they didn’t die then they could continuously give the Lich love in his depressive state.
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marclef · 1 month
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💥WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!!💥
okay. listen. this is a thing i made for my friend @abbyroseflame24. i'm just gonna say this right now.
this is vore.
if you do not wanna see that, don't click the readmore. i have given you ample warning. this is simply an art thing for a friend, but if you feel like seeing it, go for it dude. just please do not tear me into pieces for this, i warned you.
TW for body horror, vore
some context: Rose (the character in question) left her keys at the pizzeria at night and has broken back in to retrieve them.
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don't say i didn't fuckin' warn you buddy.
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zer0point5ive · 6 months
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adam lawrence pre trap au is a little compelling to me i must say. stuck up doctorguy lawrence gordon md, certified repressed homosexual who cheats on his wife, angryyetapatheticbutmostlyjustpathetic adam, cat lover, not a vet (sad), rocky relationship with his mother, worse relationship with his father and makes his living following people around with a camera, meet and either despise or are charmed by one another immediately. either way they get jiggy with it and lawrence winds up divorced with a chainsmoking twink in his bed six nights out of seven
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streaminn · 4 months
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Enid, flustered because this is her first time actually doing romantic handholding and realizing that her and Wednesday aren't just friends anymore and looking away because her heart can't take looking at Wednesday because she knows that if she glances at her girlfriend she will combust:
The crazed voices of past grimwolves:.. Our host, everyone
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some-creep · 6 months
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So y'know that photo in the bookstore. Well... uh.
Not only did they rearrange the names on it to make them alphabetical, going so far as to change the written signatures on the texture itself.
The actual object you interact with. Is the Ariane picture.
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assbestos · 2 years
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currently crying over ancient humans and how the drive to create art and tell stories is literally ingrained into our DNA. how our species loves so deeply and mourns our dead so tenderly that we laid them to rest in beds of wildflowers, curled up like they were going to sleep for the final time. How children, when walking in mud and sand would tamp down their footprints and look at the marks they left. That in caves, small hands are on the ceiling because a loved one lifted the child up to decorate their home like we lift little kids up to decorate a Christmas tree or their bedroom walls. the fact that art was one of the first things to be created for our own enjoyment fills me with a feeling I don’t know how to describe. If I wasn’t going into illustration, I’d be an archeologist because I can think of nothing more amazing than uncovering the threads that weave the timeline of humanity together. I will never know these ancient humans and it makes my heart ache. The fact that we, hundreds of thousands of years in the future, are able to look back and see ourselves in those who never could have imagined what today is like is the coolest feeling ever.
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mothwitch-arcanum · 2 months
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This is what Reverse:1999 does to an mf. You get jumpscared by oranges and reminded of trauma.
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elena-illustration · 1 year
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What is the mark underneath Cadogan's eye? From the animatic, it looks like it was there before he lost the eye, but not since he was a young child. Is it a scar?
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oaklores · 9 months
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Hey there :) do you do art requests? Would you be willing to draw-
Teen-High-Binder Transmasc Normal? :)
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This has been sitting in my inbox for exactly one month, waiting until I could sit down and make a piece that would do right by you, teen-high-binder anon
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