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Frenchie + allergies (requested by @iveneverseenthesebowlsbefore)
#ofmd#ofmd s2#our flag means death#ofmdedit#ofmdsource#ofmd gifs#ida.stuff#ofmd 2x5#frenchie#poor frenchie having a bad time#thank you for this request!
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If you’re willing to write a ficlet, I’d love one with Hawkeye taking care of radar! (I’m a sucker for found family lol)
ironically I was thinking about this exact thing the other night and was gonna add it to the WIP list. might come back to this and expand on it at a later date but here's a little ficlet of the best brothers
Hawkeye rubs his hand soothingly over Radar's back, wincing sympathetically as the kid loses the last of his dinner. He can feel how hard he's shaking under his hand, a constant tremor running up and down his spine. Not a good sign.
He keeps himself positioned smartly, sort of like a shield between Radar and the rest of camp. Sure, they're right by the Officer's Club and someone throwing up right behind it isn't an unusual sight, but this is Radar. Radar throwing up behind the O Club would be the closest this place has ever gotten a scandal, and that gossip is the last thing he needs.
Finally, though, Radar goes quiet. Relatively quiet, at least, audibly gasping for breath but no longer heaving. Hawkeye glances over, frowning down at him as he remains doubled over with his hand planted against the wall to keep himself steady.
"You alright?" He asks.
"Uh-huh." Radar mumbles out, sounding anything but alright.
"You ready to admit you're sick as a dog?" Hawkeye follows up.
"Uh-huh." Radar concedes miserably.
Hawkeye maneuvers around a bit, keeping his hand on Radar's back but sliding the other under his front to ease him up to standing. Radar sways against him, leaning hard into his hands, so Hawkeye takes care in turning him around. He doesn't want to make him dizzy, on the off chance he has anything left in his stomach. Luckily, he doesn't seem to have anything left to give, but that's small comfort when his face looks practically green.
Hawkeye puts a hand on his forehead. Burning hot, sticky with sweat. Not surprising. "That's one hell of a fever you've got," He observes, frowning, "Damnit, Radar, you should've been on bedrest at least 5 degrees ago." He mutters. He's going to bite Potter's head right off at the neck for not making the bedrest request an order.
"'M sorry..." Radar murmurs, looking and sounding like a kicked puppy, dousing Hawkeye's ire faster than an ice cold shower.
"No, no, it's not your fault," He's quick to tell him, "Don't be sorry. I'm sorry. The most important thing right now is getting you to bed," With fluids, preferably. He casts a quick look around, then turns and hunkers down to offer Radar his back, "All aboard and all that, the Hawkeye Bus will now take you directly to your reservation in post-OP."
"I don't needa go to post-OP," Radar protests. This might have been effective if he didn't sound like a small, ailing child, and also if he wasn't actively complying and wrapping his shaky arms around Hawkeye's neck, "I've got a bed. It's a... it's a nice bed, even." He adds.
Hawkeye rolls his eyes, knowing Radar won't see him doing it. "Sure, sure," He agrees, "But it's also a very loud bed, and you're not gonna get any of the sleep you need if you've got people coming and going and waking you up at all hours," He feels Radar's weight settle against his back as he goes slack, so he reaches back and anchors his arms under his legs, "So, post-OP it is. But, look on the bright side," He pushes himself up to his feet, hunching a bit under Radar's weight but managing to keep his balance, "You'll have a pretty nurse keeping you company the whole time." He turns his head to flash him a grin.
"...Who's on duty?" Radar asks quietly.
"Bigelow." Hawkeye tells him, stilling grinning.
"...That's ok, then." Radar replies.
Hawkeye snickers. "You little fink." He teases. That little remark seems to have drained the last of Radar's energy, though, as he just drops his forehead against Hawkeye's shoulder and mumbles something completely unintelligible in response. Poor kid.
"Alright, alright," He adjusts Radar a bit on his back, settling him a bit more comfortably, "Hint taken. Bedtime." Radar's arms tighten just a touch around his neck, almost like a hug. Hawkeye's smile softens, and he gives his head a little shake before turning and heading towards the hospital. Next stop, post-OP.
Well, after a quick detour. There's a teddy bear he needs to pick up first.
#mash#fic bitching#shorts#hawkeye pierce#radar o'reilly#I reallyyyyyyy need to write Radar more I love him#I have the Fallen Idol rewrite but I need. more#my little guy#thank you for this request!#its funny timing literally the other day I wrote down in my notes to do a fic like this#you read my mind#I hope you like what I came up with!
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hi! for the requests, could we get mastermind in the palette exact sciences?
I saw an image with him on the wof wiki where he's dressed in this scroll backback so I wanted to include that here too.
#This color palette is so neat#he looks like he's going to a rave#this got me thinking about that nightwing and rainwing rave idea from few months back#thank you for this request!#I haven't thought about mastermind in a loooong while#his plotline was kind of dropped??#him and starflight never really talked after book five if I remeber that correctly#wof#wings of fire#mastermind wof#cinnamon's doodles
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jerma ‘Peep the Horror’ stimboard my beloved <3 requested by @sammichfoxx
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for dishonored requests: A4 Billie! :)
POV: you are at Albarca Baths
#dishonored death of the outsider#doto#billie lurk#dagyne_scribbles#request#really funny to do as well!!#thank you for this request!#hope you'll like it too~
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Espeon and Umbreon ko-fi doodle for Yama!
I’m accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨
#artists on tumblr#pokemon#espeon#umbreon#ko-fi doodle#gotchibam arts#thank you sm for requesting!! <3
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When I followed you earlier today and then realized this blog wasn't even two days old it made me feel like I invested in a startup.
Do you think if you did the lyrics for Fireflies by Owl City, your database would give us fireflies? (Will also accept owls. And there's a line about sheep too).
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Common name: Kisslip cuttlefish
#tumblr genetics#asks#requests#sent to me#the-cinnamonroll#cephalopods#cuttlefish#fish#ocean#kisslip cuttlefish#thank you for the ask! unfortunately i could not get to it until just fucking now bc of the backlog#this ask was sent on feb 8 when the blog was abt 2 days old lol#anyway. love this animal. its shaped like a goddamn spaceship
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Marcille and Falin on a double date with Kiki and Namari for a kofi request! Get teased Namari lol
#falin touden#marcille donato#farcille#Kiki Floke#namari of kahka brud#kikimari#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#s tier request thank you so much#kofi request
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You shall live to see these days renewed. And no more despair.
requested by @the-mawp
#lotredit#tolkienedit#the lord of the rings#tlotrgifs#lord of the rings#lotr#*#thank you for the request! sorry it took me quite a while; most of it was just narrowing down what moments to use#injury tw#faramir looks too clean & put-together in his sad moments and even in his 'about to be burned alive' ones so arrows it is :P#('then what about arwen?' well she's just Like That)
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Imagine if Rafe let R try a joint
Like, her brains getting all fuzzy and she's even more giggly than usual, and he's just, like enamoured. He thinks she's adorable.
"one hit, that's it-" rafe says, low and quiet in your ear.
you're curled up on his lap at the party, both of you resting on the couch while you observe the scene around you with big eyes. rafe's friends were snorting powder off of mirrors, washing it down with liquor that was definitely harder than the fruity seltzer your boyfriend allowed you to drink. rafe said you couldn't handle anything harder, and you agreed without questioning him, like you always did.
you had pointed to the white lines on the table infront of you and asked him as sweetly as you could if you could try some. kelce overheard you and starts pushing the mirror in your direction, and you look at him with a smile, before rafe stares him down and delivers a tap to your cheek. it's just to get your attention, not really to hurt you, but you feel your face flushing where he touched you when he speaks.
"hey, you don't listen to him, you listen to me, right?" you see kelce in the corner of your eye, taking the tray back and offering it to the girl next to him.
"i know, i just-"
"no, no just anything. y'can barely drink this watered-down crap without trippin' over your feet." he rests back on the sofa, hands gripping your waist and leg tightly. "wants to snort coke. you're funny, kid."
you pout, taking another sip of your drink. you're only half way through the can but your head is starting to feel fuzzy, already. you decide then and there that rafe always knows best for you, but you still want to try the things he tries, show him that you can handle it. the boys next to rafe pass a blunt over you, directly to him. when they blow out the smoke, you start coughing, but watch carefully as your boyfriend takes a long hit. just as he's about to pass it across to kelce, you catch his wrist.
"can i try that instead? please?" you try your best to straighten up, to show him you can take it and that you're not already drunk. "please," you whine, and his friends turn their head to look. you're sure that they think it's silly, the way you have to ask rafe for permission for everything and anything. you don't care, though.
"kid, stop-"
"i can take it, promise. just this time. i won't ever ask again."
that's how you had ended up like this, rafe talking into your ear while he holds the blunt to your lips.
"alright, suck in. long as you can. you're a pro at that, aren't ya?" his words make you lose your concentration, breaking into a coughing fit before you can even try to inhale.
"rafe!" you whine again, pummeling your fists into his chest, still choking on the smoke. your throat feels scratchy but you know that couldn't have been enough.
"what, kid, i gotta do everything for you?" he takes a long hit, and then grips your cheeks with his hand, forcing your mouth open and then blowing the smoke into your throat for you. then he clamps it shut, holds your shoulder while you cough, and passes the blunt along to kelce.
you cough a little, but before long, you're putty in his arms, leaning your head against his shoulder and giggling at nothing. you poke at his chest and then start playing with his chain, then his hair, and then back down to his fingers. he lets you do it, watching you play with his ring and pressing a kiss to your forehead. you're cute like this, he thinks, less shy and not as worried what everyone must think about you. he thinks he likes it, that maybe he should let you smoke with him every once in a while.
"feel good, baby?" he asks in your ear, and you squirm in his touch, pulling away before resting your head again.
"mhm. really good. this is fun. wish it wasn't a crime." he laughs, taking another sip of his beer. you try to copy him, reaching for your seltzer but knocking it over by accident.
"oops," you say with another laugh. "sorry to-wait, whose house is this?"
"c'mon kid, makin' a mess," he groans, picking up the can and watching the fizzy liquid travel.
"sorry, daddy." in your state, you don't realize how loud you said it, but even with everyone's eyes on you, you don't care much, smiling back sweetly at rafe.
"alright, we're leavin'."
#thank you so much for requesting!!!!! i really hope you like it??????#thank you thank you thank you#sorry i went a lil off path#📮 asks#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron
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Ultimate meetcute for @mercurialmisfitmusings
#bucky barnes#winter soldier#Alpine Barnes#bucky and alpine#art commissions#commission#thank you so much for commissioning me and for this lovely request!
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“say you won’t let go” - some touch starved scenarios
prompt list by @novelbear
heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd
one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out
hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters
^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt
"wait, don't go, please.."
"is this okay?" "it's more than okay."
already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't
wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment
feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there
^ trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so
"can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."
when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine
breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much
their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer
^ feeling crushed when that action is taken as a sign of discomfort, and they watch them slowly back off
holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead
one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze
"i wasn't sure how much longer i could have taken this..."
#otp prompts#writing prompts#imagine your otp#otp writing#writeblr#prompt list#romance prompts#fluff prompts#dialogue prompts#angst prompts#fluff#touch starved prompts#otp#angst#request#thank you vyni for your help with these muah
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davekat sillies. original images under the cut:
#homestuck#dave strider#karkat vantas#davekat#fanart#the last two pictures of karkat were requests from friends as their participation prizes for the little homestuck trivia night i hosted lol#thank you cyrus thank you abby#500+#1k+
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idk if u still have requests open, BUUUT i personally never knew remlits could fly back up and thusly never threw one off skyloft. i was shocked when i saw a clip of someone doing that. maybe that w sky + the links?
YEAH! BYE KITTY!!!
Alternate ending under the read more!
(Twi doesn't know the remlits fly, but he knows Sky can SOOOO
Sky knew what he was getting into xD )
#happy valentines day!!! throw the cat off skyloft! :D#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu sky#lu twilight#requests#comic#an opportunity to scare Twi HEHEHE#went crazy with this one with the colored comic#I really like your art ///0v0/// uhmm uuu#thank you for the ask!!!!
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Serizawa carrying Reigen!
thirty year old salaryman carries twenty nine year old boss cuz they arent gay!!!
#eheh um yea i got a bit carried away with these??#cuz this is one of my favorite serirei tropes lmaoo#i have a lot of seri carrying reigen stuff in the lot too... yes i realize i have a problem#ah thank you for the request i had a lotta fun!#mp100#my art#mob psycho 100#serizawa katsuya#reigen arataka#serirei
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coriolanus snow being jelly/ needy and demanding attention,,
been obsessed with him lately tehe <3
“You’re staring again, Coryo.” You announce through your focused state.
"Sorry, Y/N. Can't help it." He says, tossing his pen on the table.
Closing your notebook, you let out a sigh, rubbing your face in mere frustration. Leaning back in your chair, the study room’s ticking clock provides a low level profile for getting work done. But in this case, you were far more than ready to give up.
“It’s not fair! Why must our professors give us an essay and two projects to work on? Do they think we’re robots?!” Arachne questions, throwing her history book on the table.
Turning to face Coriolanus, you widely opened your eyes, hoping he shared the same annoyance at Arachne’s endless complaining. Thankfully he did. Offering you a small smile, you turned back to the study group.
“Because we’re preparing for the 10th Hunger Games. We need to know the importance of the games.” Clemensia replies.
“Besides, we’re all going to be mentors next year. So this is vital for the University. They accept any students who wish to be mentors.” Sejanus adds, leaning onto the table.
“Okay, Mr. Plinth Prize. Please spare us of your wisdom and can we please go get dinner before the mess hall closes?” Arachne asks, standing from her chair.
“Yes please! I’m starving.” Clemensia responds, grabbing her bag.
Standing from your spot at the table, you notice that everyone has practically bolted out the door: except for Coriolanus.
“You okay, Y/N?” He asks, grabbing his bag.
“Yeah, just exhausted, that’s all. I feel like I’m reaching my limit, Coryo.” You respond.
Following Coriolanus to the mess hall, you were so deep into your conversation that you stopped paying attention to the stairs. Upon reaching the second to last bottom step, the sole of your shoe got caught, and you started to fall forward towards the carpeted floor.
Unable to stop yourself, Coriolanus jumped in and leaped forward. Swiftly catching you in his arms, you couldn’t help but yelp at the action.
“Are you alright? What happened?” He asked.
“I’m alright. I think I just slipped.” You reply.
Glancing up at Coriolanus, his worried face and scrunched brows made your stomach turn with excitement. His icy blue eyes were forever locked onto your own e/c orbs and his once neat blonde curls were now draped over his forehead.
Keeping his arms gently around your forearms, the echoing ambiance of the mess hall seemed to fade, until Arachne interrupted.
“Oh what do we have here? Some new lovebirds in our midst no doubt.” She teases.
“Leave them alone.” Sejanus called out.
Finally letting go of Coriolanus, the two of you fixed your uniforms and promptly headed to get dinner. Waiting in line for your food, you couldn’t help but feel Coriolanus’ grip on your shoulders. As your heartbeat slowly started to return to normal, you refused to let Arachne’s constant jokes get in your head.
After all, you had better things to worry about.
Returning to the study room, Coriolanus offered to carry your meal, so once he opened his paper bag, you rested your hand on top of his to make sure he didn’t let go.
“There. Thanks, Coryo.” You replied.
Briefly pulling your hand away, Coriolanus wouldn’t let you. He wanted to keep you here, with his hand in yours. But he hesitantly let go, as he knew that the study session was almost over.
Finishing your meals, you let Clemensia proofread your essay, to which she found was brilliant. After a while, you noticed that Coriolanus slowly moved closer to you. And after a few minutes of concentrated silence, his fingers began to brush along the trim of your jacket. Facing him, he promptly motioned toward his pile of notes.
“Can you explain this to me, Y/N? I don’t know what this line means.” He asked.
Leaning closer, you ended up sitting on the edge of your chair. Offering his hand on the small of your back, Coriolanus gave you his full attention as you started to explain the poem to him.
#thanks anon!#thank you lovely anon#thanks for the request!#Coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow x y/n#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus snow fanfic#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you#coriolanus snow fluff#coriolanus snow fic#Coriolanus snow request#tom blyth#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#ballad of songbirds and snakes
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