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freakinflipflop · 6 months

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Even when the Prime Defenders don't trust themselves, they know they can and WILL trust the others. They prove it over and over again.

William didn't trust his morality or his ability to do good. He only saw "evil" death powers, and didn't believe that he could do anything right, with either his powers or his own internal compass. But he ALWAYS trusted Vyncent and Dakota. Even when the three of them had differing morals, even when Dakota and Vyncent went through periods of time when they had to relearn their abilities. He had total faith that the two of them would be able to do the right thing.

Vyncent didn't trust his sense of self or purpose in a world so different from his own. He had to constantly weigh what he had known in his home up against nebulous, shifting ideas of legality and morality that he didn't ever have a full grasp of; and on top of that he had to decide who HE was, separate of his home and his connection with the Greats. However, he always leaned on his connection with William and Dakota for purpose. He helped them with their problems, stood with them on what they believed in, and formed his identity as he came into himself on Prime around his friendship with the two of them.

Dakota doesn't trust himself to not lose anymore. He couldn't save Ashe, he couldn't save Tide, he couldn't save the girl who fell. But in spite of that, he trusts that William and Vyncent won't put him through that again. That they'll be a team and share the weight. That the two of them can hold their own, and he doesn't have to always protect them. And on top of that, he trusts that they'll continue to stay with him and share with him, so that he isn't ever powerless to save them if the worst happens.

Like yeah their trust is tested. Oh so many times. But despite it they still trust each other more than ANYTHING. They care about each other and would give the world for each other. God I love prime defenders

#wow i seriously meant for this to be short. that really worked out huh #jrwi prime defenders #prime defenders #dakota cole #william wisp #vyncent sol #character analysis #anyways. go listen to battle cry by the family crest. the song that inspired this whole rant #they really would fight for each other! they would die for each other! for this moment for all time!#flippin flops

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blorbocedes · 10 months

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realizing it really doesn't matter if daniel does good or bad at the tyre test, redbull have a card to pull over checo and since lap times are private information, RBR will use whatever narrative that suits them

#like even if DR flops. christian can be like WOW he did SO WELL for someone who hasn't been in a car for over a year!!! we're proud #and how is checo supposed to know if that's real #and ultimately they have a card to hold over checo's neck like if you underperform we have a driver in the wings ready so you better be p2 #in the championship behind max.

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evienanaki · 2 months

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Happy white day

Ywah hey guys anyone like akitoya around here

#project sekai #prsk fa #colorful stage #vivid bad squad #akito shinonome #eviewebie art #shinonome akito #toya aoyagi #aoyagi toya #akitoya #touaki #wow guys white day #this is so gonna flop on twt

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glittergoats · 1 year

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-but at some point, you come to your senses.

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal spoilers #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #goro akechi #takuto maruki #shuake #kinda #my art #guess who made it to 2/2 #yaaaaay #i get it now #fucking OUCH.#on maruki's boss fight and i just devided to stop last night bc i was flopping and really tired. its pretty fucking hard #crazy that ill be done with this game this week #been playing since october so its been ever present for a while now #anyways yeah wow i had a sinking feeling akechi was dead from the moment he brought up Okumura and wakaba being #like i know foreshadowing when i see it #and that makes me #so sad #all akira wanted was a second chance with him #anything in the world could have changed for him he has been through so much #and his one regret HIS ONE REGRET is not getting more time with Akechi #not being able to save him #to finish their deal #fucking insane #good god #anyways partly inspired by my dear friend who bought this game for me's fic of the same title in the caption #his ao3 is laceaesthetic and you should read it he's a wonderful writer and an only slightly worse friend for putting me through this

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razables · 1 year

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(you weren’t even close)

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topnotchquark · 5 months

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Okay I wrote more Pecco/Luca. It started off with me just wanting to write a hazy dream but then I bit off too much and also ended up writing smut. I need to publish or I will go crazy so here is ~1700 words. Enjoy!

Luca can see the chequed flag just ahead of him. Adrenaline is coursing through him hard, he can nearly taste it's bitter metallic flavor in the back of his throat. He's finishing this one on the podium, his joy almost feels like an animalistic aggression. God, there is nothing quite like the taste of victory, won after so much dedication and precision, won through caring about everything more than anything. Knowing when to brake, knowing what racing line to take, knowing exactly at what point the front of his bike will give away at the sharp left hander on turn 6, knowing what mistakes which opponent will make under pressure has been the kind of mental balancing act that Luca needed to pull off to squeeze this podium. He feels light headed with joy.

Qatar is hot despite this being a night race. Humidity hangs in the air somehow. Luca's feet feel like they are burning up. He wants to take off his skin along with his leathers and just, cool down. He gets the bike to parc fermé and runs into the arms of his team. They shower him with love and firm pats on his back and chants of "Grande Maro". He pours some water over his head and goes in for hugs and feels the adrenaline wearing off. He's suddenly filled with the sensation of bone deep tiredness but all this suffering is acceptable after the sheer triumph of today. Pecco and Diggia will be on the podium with him. Diggia pulling out a triumphant win and Pecco in P3. Towards the last 4 laps of the race Luca was just so aware of Pecco. He knew just the racing line Pecco would take at turn 9 and used that knowledge to his advantage. It's not fair to use years of familiarity like this but, Pecco would understand, you have to give it everything you have.

They make their way to the cooldown room and Luca feels the neon LED lights are simply too bright. He grabs a bottle of water and strangely enough, can't find the grip strength to unscrew the cap. He feels Pecco place a hand on his shoulder. Luca looks up, Pecco is mouthing some words but they feel like they are coming from very far away. Pecco's face is so bright, almost blending into the white walls of the room.

Luca opens his eyes and he's lying on soft warm grass. On his right many steel obelisks rise from the ground, sharp and shiny, beautiful and menacing. The sky above him is an inky maroon color with bright orange moving through it like wave. The ground is pulsating with a soft rhythmic thrum. He turns to his right and a small turtle looks at him, It's shell decorated with jewels.

"....and that was the last time I attempted to cook anything" Pecco's calm voice tells him.

Luca looks up, and Pecco is sitting at Luca side with his knees to his chest. Pecco's using his fingers to gently graze Luca's ribs.

"You somehow can't grasp that cooking is a process. You want to be perfect at it. It's like building blocks." Luca responds. Luca feels like he's so right. Cooking is like building blocks. Pecco knows nothing about building blocks.

"You can't eat building blocks, everyone knows that" Pecco responds. Luca can detect some hurt in his voice.

"You're right, you can't. But you can eat turtles right? Have you ever wanted to eat a turtle?"

"Depends. What kind of turtle?"

"This one?" Luca points to his right to show Pecco the turtle he had seen earlier.

Pecco straddles Luca's hips to get a better look at the turtle. Pecco's face is close to Luca's. He lets his eyes slowly wander over the smooth expanse of Pecco's chest.

Suddenly Luca feels something warm falling on his face. Pecco is weeping, liquid silver is running down his face and falling onto Luca's face in little droplets. Pecco looks so beautiful Luca wants to reach up and touch his cheek, wipe the silvery tears away, inspect the taut skin over his ribs.

Luca opens his eyes and immediately gets more water splashed on his face by a worried looking guy.

"Oh thank god" Luca hears a voice say.

It takes him a moment to collect his bearings. The unfamiliar ceiling belongs to the cooldown room, the lights are emitting a low noise that is irritating him. Pecco is standing at his side, a little like the weird dream he had just now.

"Maro, can you hear me" Pecco asks very gently.

"Yes.... Yes"

"Okay can you focus here and tell me how many fingers I'm holding up" the medic implores.

"Three. I'm fine, I just wanted to close my eyes"

"You collapsed" the medic emphasizes with some worry in his voice.

"How long was I out? We have to get to the podium. Just give me five I'll be up"

"Only about 5 minutes. Relax, the podium is delayed for a bit. You need to collect yourself" Pecco tells him in a steady, calm voice.

Luca emerges from the shower and lies down on the hotel bed after pulling on some shorts. Ultimately he refused to get a drip going and went and acted fine and happy and exuberant on the podium and then let his team and his medics fuss over him. They pushed various electrolyte balancing fluids in his hand and prodded and tested him. Ultimately they found nothing life threatening and told him to sleep it off before his flight the next day.

He's about to flip through something on the tv when he hears a knock on the door. Pecco dressed in night clothes comes in and sits down right on his bed and puts his feet up.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Good. Not that big of a deal"

"You crumpled like a rag doll in front of me"

Luca hears an edge in Pecco's voice. He wordlessly fluffs his pillow and lies down.

He's on his side looking up at Pecco. His hair curls around his ears. Luca can't stop his eyes from following the long column of his neck. He thinks about the Pecco in his dream that hasn't left his mind for a moment since he regained conciousness.

Pecco surveys him for a moment and slides down as well.

"I asked them to cut the camera feed from the cooldown room, I didn't think you'd prefer being seen like that."

"Thank you, I hadn't even thought of it till now, but thanks, it means a lot"

There is a beat of silence and Luca reaches out to take Pecco's hand that's just there on the bed. The shape of his long fingers. Luca remembered the make of Pecco's fingers so vividly even in his dream.

Pecco is looking at Luca with a warm steady gaze.

"You scared me for a moment there"

Luca meets Pecco's brown soft eyes and it suddenly feels so overwhelming. Pecco from his stupid dream, blinking tears onto his face, Pecco from this world, standing next to him when he came to his senses, Pecco here, right now, next to him, telling him he was afraid for a moment.

Luca swallows and before he can allow himself time to evaluate the pros and cons of his move, he closes the gap and kisses him.

Pecco offers no resistance and meets him with his mouth open, placing a gentle hand on Luca cheek and softly kissing him back. He tastes vaguely of toothpaste, Luca thinks as he lets the sensation of kissing wash over his exhausted body. He feels a little insane doing this, mostly because it feels so right that he can't imagine stopping. Pecco gets on top of him, taking a moment away from him to kiss his neck, his jaw, bite his earlobe, lick the skin on his collarbone. Pecco's small mouth intent on exploring as much of Luca as it can. They break away for a moment in which Pecco gets his t-shirt off. Luca touches his smooth back, his hands feeling the stiff column of Pecco's spine. He can feel Pecco's soft hand reaching down to his shorts, gently cupping his hard bulge. Luca feels animalistic. Desire courses through him with such overwhelming dominance he can't think straight.

Pecco's hand in his shorts stroking him slowly nearly makes him black out a second time within the space of hours. He pushes his own shorts off with an urgency and cups Pecco's small pert ass and pulls him closer, suddenly overcome by a desire to bite at the column of his neck.

When Luca let's his teeth get a bit aggressive a small whimper escapes Pecco's mouth that drives him closer to the edge. He rises up to hump into Pecco's hand, pulling him so close that they could fuse into one.

Pecco breaks away from Luca's arms and positions himself between his legs.

Before Luca can have a moment to catch his breath he feels Pecco's mouth on the head of his dick. His soft warm mouth. Luca can't help the loud groan that escapes him. He's shocked by the response of his own body. To feel this good while completely out of control is strangely euphoric. He has his hands in Pecco's hair as Pecco does his best to accomodate all of Luca's length. When Pecco makes a loud choking noise but doesn't stop what he's doing, it takes everything for Luca to not dig his fingers into Pecco's head and fuck his mouth. Pecco has his own hand between his legs, stroking himself, his moans vibrating against Luca's dick in his throat.

When Pecco pulls back to steadily suckle on the head of Luca's dick, swirling his to tongue around the tip, Luca's can't hold back anymore and spills into Pecco's mouth. Pecco swallows as he jerks himself to orgasm, his grip on Luca's thigh vice like.

While Pecco catches his breath Luca pulls him back up and wipes his messy mouth, when he leans in to kiss him again he feels a funny little jolt in the pit of his stomach. The knowledge that Pecco's beautiful small mouth was on his cock and swallowed his cum making him feel crazy.

When Pecco makes a move to leave after a little while of kissing and petting, Luca's only response is "No. No, stay."

#wow I truly flopped here #I don't even know the target audience for this #but please #enjoy #I need to get an ao3 account man #pecco/luca #pecco x luca #pecco bagnaia #luca marini #luca/pecco #motogp #send thoughts and inputs

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punsmaster69 · 5 months

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28/NOV/20XX

"kiddo."

"sorry to stop everything suddenly, but.."

"can i steal you separately for a moment?"

papyrus paused the game, and they hopped up off the couch.

waving to paps, frisk and i stepped out onto the porch.

they silently seated themselves on the stairs next to me.

wanted to get a word in today, because frisk reportedly (thanks, flowey) hasn't said a word since i went unconscious that first day.

not unusual for 'em to go silent sometimes, but this is the longest stretch of silence they've had in a long while.

"not forcing you to be verbal again suddenly or anything, but i wanted to ask somethin'."

frisk nodded in acknowledgement.

"....you still keeping to our promise?"

"know it's been a bit uncertain lately, but i'll be alright."

"....."

"promise it."

i opened my arms and they accepted, letting their weight rest against me.

"i'm already way better than last time, right?"

they jolted up.

"whoa, whoa."

"it's okay, kiddo."

"you had the right intentions in mind."

"besides- if i was gonna make a fuss about it, i would have already."

they cocked their head to the side, and raised an eyebrow.

"..how?"

"....."

"can't tell ya."

"made a promise."

un-tilting their head, they kept their eyebrow raised. they took their hands and made a motion to indicate a lot of something.

"lotta..."

"promises?"

nodding.

"yeah. agreed."

slumping over again, they returned to our hug.

"keeps me to my word though."

"i think i'll group the ones i made with paps, tori, and-"

frisk pointed at me, then at themselves.

"and you.."

"into one big promise."

" 'don't die.' "

"...."

"..what? that's exactly it."

"i'm keeping my word on that, extra-extra."

"have to."

"got too many dorks to live for."

they squirmed as i ruffled their hair, which effectively resembled a bird's nest when i was done.

"Buttbag."

"love ya, kiddo."

"Love you too."

"Bonehead."

proceeding to slap the top of my skull — in this specific way they've mastered, that creates the loudest smack sound — frisk escaped off back into the house.

#journal #undertale #sans #frisk #frisk and sans #sans and frisk #why are there two tags that are just flip flops of the other #flip flops? wow. these tags have open-toed footwear now.

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