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rexxdjarin · 2 years
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“  i like hearing your heart beating when i put my head on your chest.  ”, with Rex and reader...
affectionate prompts
Ooooooo bby I’m a sucker for something this soft for our golden warrior man🥺💙
“I like laying with you. Sleeping next to you. Even if I don’t sleep..” Rex whispered softly, his fingers mindlessly stroking your hair and scratching your scalp, the nape of your neck and massaging deeply. He was strong everywhere. Even his hands. And you could melt into how satisfying and appreciative his touches were.
“Why?” You asked dreamily, little hums of softness you reserved for only his ears filling the cold cockpit as you floated deep in hyperspace. You turned to look up at your boyfriend, his chest bare and finally completely healed for the first time in his life. His eyes were on you, positively drunk with a kind of fierce admiration that Rex did not give out easily, but his lids heavy with need for sleep. You nuzzled into the rippling plane of his pectoral muscle and inhaled his scent. “You gotta sleep, my love. You need it.”
He let out a soft chuckle, his chest rising and falling slowly beneath your cheek. He resumed massaging down your neck with his warm palm, the pads of his fingers pressing deeply into that knot in your back that you can never seem to reach. “I dunno…just that you- you talk in your sleep. Space…not being in the middle of a battlefield anymore…it’s too quiet. You’re always dreaming and making little sounds and…it just makes me feel safe. Like I’m at home again.” His tender admittance exposing his sensitivity without fear for the first time in a long time.
You smiled against the warm bronze of his scarred and marked skin on his chest and listened to his heartbeat thrumming steadily underneath it. You rested your closed fist beneath your chin to tuck the blankets up higher over the both of you and looked up at him again. As your eyes met, Rex’s heart rate jumped, pulsing just a little bit harder than before as you blinked up into his pretty eyes and handsome face one more time before you slept. “Well I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest. That reminds me you’re safe, you’re home.”
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carewyncromwell · 1 year
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6 for Jackmon?<3
6. when they're so patient and understanding with you (Jackmon)
@cursebreakerfarrier ❤️
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Jackson Knightly knew that, compared to some people, his personality could be considered a bit...well, dramatic. Most of the time that resulted in people being charmed by Jackson's flashy showmanship and suave charm -- but from time to time, it also could result in Jackson being a little obnoxious.
By which I mean he could act like a massive drama queen.
"I did not order lilacs -- I ordered lilac wisterias!" Jackson told the gardener in utter aggravation as he gestured to the lilac trees that had been planted around the venue. "Lilac as in the color of the flower!"
The gardener looked very flustered in response to how upset Jackson had gotten and stumbled over his apology. "Um -- begging your pardon, sir...just a simple mistake..."
"'Simple?'" recurred Jackson loudly, flabbergasted. "Simple? Hardly! Lilacs and wisteria have drastically different meanings! Do you truly think I would be declaring budding love to the German Minister? Why, even just getting the wrong shade of wisteria would change my message of hospitality and a desire for unity into one of mourning! For Merlin's sake..."
Jackson appeared absolutely beside himself even as his husband's hand seemed to materialize out of nowhere and take hold of his shoulder.
"Jackson, I'm sure the man simply thought your choice was motivated by what was in season," Monty said soothingly. "Wisteria trees aren't natively from around here, after all. And the lilacs he picked really are quite lovely..."
Jackson whirled on his husband impatiently. "Lovely or no, they are not the message I want to leave the German Ministry with! This is our first meeting since the Muggles started that blasted War of theirs -- I need to ensure that we stay on good terms, and I can't do that if even the flowers I've chosen are sending mixed messages!"
Monty felt the urge to smile out of amusement, but he tried hard to make the expression more patient instead. "Jackson, I'm sure the Germans won't be offended by your flowers..."
"They won't, because I won't let the wrong ones get planted," Jackson said huffily.
The Minister brought a hand onto the gardener's shoulder, holding it in a rather firm grip as he steered him around, out toward the path leading out of the outdoor venue.
"You will go back to the shop this instant and purchase the proper trees to replace these," he said, his faintly haughty voice akin to one you might hear from a governess. "Once we have them planted properly, I'll repay the treasury's funds for these," he indicated the lilac trees, "to reimburse the incorrect purchase."
The gardener still looked rather bewildered and sheepish, but nonetheless gave a slightly cowed nod. "Yes, sir."
With this, he Disapparated. Once the gardener was gone, Jackson immediately set about levitating the lilac trees up and out of the dirt with his wand, repotting them in the pots they'd come in.
Monty offered Jackson a gentler, more reassuring expression.
"Jackson," he said kindly, "I know you're anxious about your meeting with Kanzlerin Maier and her support staff...but you really don't need to worry so much."
But Jackson stubbornly shook his head as he put his wand away and filled the pots with soil by hand.
"This is my first time meeting the woman, Montelimar. First impressions are everything -- I can't afford to be complacent."
"I doubt anyone would think that of you," Monty reassured his husband, indicating the elegantly painted gazebo and violet and gold-draped tables and chairs. "Why, just look at this place already! It already looks very elegant. And you've always been a wonderful communicator...I'm sure you'll be able to make your intentions clear to the German Minister, flowers or not."
Jackson's mouth was twisted into a deep pout, akin to a child's.
"But the meaning of the flowers would be wrong, Montelimar," he said moodily. "I can hardly play the gentleman, if I appear ignorant about my own flowers."
Monty smiled fondly as he bent down next to his husband. He then leaned in to place a quick, chaste kiss to Jackson's forehead, right beside his brown hair.
"Not everyone of good breeding is as well-versed in flowers as you are, my sweet Jacko," he said quietly as Jackson exhaled. "Some try to communicate with them, others...well, they just look at them and go 'ah -- pretty.'"
Jackson's gaze had become much dreamier as he looked up lovingly at his husband.
"Mm...much as I do, looking at you, Montelimar," he murmured.
His blue eyes quickly swiveled around, checking for any possible onlookers. Upon finding no one, Jackson relaxed that bit more, and he trailed the back of his hand along Monty's cheek, leaning in so that their noses touched.
"'Ah -- pretty,'" he whispered playfully beside Monty's lips.
With fondness rippling through his eyes, Monty kissed Jackson full on the lips, which made Jackson melt in his arms, almost swooning as Monty brought an arm around him. Jackson dangled off of Monty's neck, his grinning face as bright and flushed as a sunbeam.
"Oh, Montelimar," he sighed. "You must think I'm incredibly silly, don't you?"
Monty's fond smile widened. "Only because of how much you want to do right by your position."
He kissed Jackson again, a bit more chastely. Jackson's eyes slid closed like a pleased cat's.
"...I should probably tip the gardener for being prompt with fixing his mistake," he murmured absently. "And as an apology for my mood. The lilacs are rather lovely."
"I think that would be a very kind gesture," Monty agreed.
Affectionate Prompts!
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ky-landfill · 2 months
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may we please get more tim and jason 🙏🙏🙏
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“Jason—“
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puppetmaster13u · 1 month
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Prompt 271
“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 
“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 
Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 
“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 
“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 
Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”
Now wait one moment-
“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 
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turrondeluxe · 8 months
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team sunset!🌇
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rayactive-factory · 4 months
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[🐈🥀🪴⚫🐈‍⬛🐈]
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ghostbsuter · 8 months
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Sometimes.
Just sometimes.
Bruce, tired father of too many children, wished for a small break.
Just a tiny one.
He pinched his nose, cowl covering his head and expression and glared.
"I can't believe you snitched on me!" Billy batson, freshly revealed teen and sitting on his usual spot during meetings, hisses.
"If I have to get parented, so do you!" Danny fenton, also freshly revealed teenager, glared right back.
"Boys." Both their attention snapped to wonder woman, still tense and warry.
"Do you two have adult supervision, at least." Batman asks, feeling slightly more drained than before, he can feel Nightwing's stare at the back of his head, coming closer.
"Do the voices count?" Danny asks, to which Billy nodded. "Yeah, do they? Zeus has strong opinions, and many kids. He probably can parent, somewhat."
They shrugged both, like they hadn't just opened another whole can of questions.
"Wait!" Danny snapped his fingers, "what about clocky? He sends us on time missions, has his own lair, and lets us hang around. That counts? Right?"
The other teen nods in agreement.
(Knowing both are black haired and blue-eyed teens, he already knows Dick will never let him live this down. Deceived by children, for YEARS.)
(So much for being the greatest detective.)
(The text he sent to Alfred is between him and his butler dad.)
"Or—"
In the end, the two agreed reluctantly to stay around for a while. The Kents, the Allens, Diana, and the Waynes have opened up their homes to house them permanently.
Much their amusement, they declared, that to make no one jealous, they'd switch homes every other week or so.
That alone smelled like chaos.
Whatever, it was Diana's first week.
(And if the house of mysteries appeared in front of them sometimes, that's also between them and a very suffering John constantine.)
.・゜-: ✧ :-
A continuation
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m5or · 2 months
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I love the fannon that Time calls Twi "Pup" as an affectionate, playful nickname and tease. continuing that train of thought.. I think that there is this golden opportunity when Time fully realizes that Twilight is his descendant by blood. The thought would cross his mind that possibly Twi is named after him, HIM. As of now, he is Link Sr, and I think that would be a soft spot for Time's heart. Link Sr has a Link Jr. Seeing as they use their shared name LINK for something that absolutely demands attention. Link Sr would call out "Link Jr" with the same energy as a parent saying your full name. Wind smugly "Oooh you're in trouble" I can believe that is how he told Malon that they have a descendant "Hey guess what, I am Link Sr now. Yes, we have a Jr, it's one of these boys. Guess which one it is".
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wardingshout · 5 months
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Viridian trainers for day 5 of spesilverweek! they are my most beloved but Lance is a cursed character who is impossible to draw or portray in any way to me
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pizzazz-party · 1 month
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Day thirteen! Life could be a dream…
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im-not-projecting · 1 year
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how your otp can show affection (they don’t like physical & verbal affection)
feel free to use! tag me if you do ^^
leaves a ’good morning’ sticky note on the fridge every morning.
places a blanket when they fall asleep on the couch.
carries them to bed after they fall asleep. 
won’t show it but always listen to their rants.
looks at them every time they enter the room.
lets them borrow clothes without a word.
quietly assists them with their hobbies.
uses “<3” when texting them (RARELY but still).
pours their drink into their favourite mug.
ALWAYS their number #1 fan (remembers the small things).
gets their favourite snack every time they go grocery shopping.
makes their day easier (does chores they don’t like).
makes stupid puns/jokes.
sends them a “did you get home safe?” text.
remembers how they take their fav drink/dish.
no im not projecting. yes, no 🧍🏻 capitalisation.
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noir-renard · 2 months
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DPxDC Art Prompt
Through the Screen: translated through the lens of another world
depict (a) DP, DC, or DPxDC character(s) in the style and/or setting of a cartoon, Live Action TV show, movie, video game, or other visual media that's different from where they came from.
Optional: incorporate this color palette.
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In the @haunting-heroes-creative-games discord server, we just finished the debut of a new art game called "Guess That Artist"; artists had a month to respond to the above prompt and submit up to two pieces of art anonymously, whereupon players tried to guess who made what.
Fun was had by all—the artists in our server really went all out!
Though the game is over, if this prompt inspires you, feel free to respond to it!
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yuurionviktor · 6 months
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bone nun harrow
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theminecraftbee · 1 year
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you know sometimes one of the things the fandom does that i like the least is joke about how certain ccs are "lorephobic" because it basically always ignores the lore they actually are really and visibly doing. like, sure, they may not be doing the lore YOU'RE looking at, but, one, lore doesn't just mean "big overarching server storyline" it can also mean solo stuff. it can also mean 'builds that have story built into them'. it can also mean 'fun little storyline between like two guys'. it can also mean character continuity. it can mean many things. two, "this guy doesn't do lore" is NOT the same thing as "this guy doesn't do the specific lore i personally like and want to see them doing" and i don't always think you guys know the difference. all of this, of course, is to say: hey guys did you know zedaph can canonically time travel,
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Prompt 170
Once again on my Ras & Danny being training rivals thanks to time travel bullshit. 
Look, Danny knows about the league of Assassins, but he almost dies of laughter when he realizes it’s the modern name of the league of Shadows. He’s an adult now, has been for a while, he’s allowed to find the situation he’s found himself in amusing. Hell, his sparring buddy who is somehow still alive is laughing too. 
And no one else knows what’s going on, okay? This random man walked into their secret base, completely ignored the many assassins trying to stop him, and called their illustrious leader a “Little Bitch Man” and they are now fighting?
The fighting is familiar, but why the fuck is Ras cackling and saying things like “Ayreh Feek” back. Practically saying “Fuck you,” while laughing and oh Pit, they’re Bantering this is terrifying, why has Ras not won yet, why has this man not died yet and- bodies aren’t supposed to bend like that what the fuck- 
Ras on the other hand, has One friend, who is immortal like him, actually remembers the shit he complains about, is also down for saving endangered animals, and actually knows how to spar! It’s not a proper spar unless someone loses at least a hand that has to be reattached! And honestly, people nowadays should know that the proper greeting to an old friend is to instantly try to kill the other. 
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cinememed · 6 months
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₍ 🎞 ₎   isle of dogs   (2018)  rp  starters  ! featuring violent themes . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .
i am not your pet. i never liked you.
oh, i'm full–grown, sweetheart. you don't have to worry about me.
i don't care about you. i won't wait for you.
i'm not a violent dog. i don't know why i bite.
you have a conspiracy theory?
sometimes i lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but i've never enjoyed it.
my friends think i like to fight, but it's just not true.
you took me in, like a stray dog.
i can see you've been mistreated.
who told you that dirty lie?
i lost all my spirit, i'm depressing.
i think i might give up.
are we eating him or is this a rescue?
i wouldn't drink that if i were you.
i recognize you from when i heard that rumor.
you're the best in a scrap. we all know that you like to fight.
you hungry? kill something and eat it.
nobody's giving up around here, and don't you forget it.
let's wait a second before we attack each other and tear ourselves to shreds.
if we don't drown, i'm gonna strangle you myself.
you cold? dig a hole in the ground, crawl into it, and bury yourself.
don't ask me to fetch that stick.
i don't care. i'm used to leftovers.
i'll always be loyal to you, but circumstances have radically changed for me.
i can't protect you efficiently under these conditions.
i was the one that tried to make you be loyal in the first place.
i'm not doing this because you commanded me to.
where do you get all these rumors? i mean, who tells them to you?
i'm doing it because i feel sorry for you.
that's highly confidential. um, anyway.
i don't know anything, i should've kept my mouth shut.
i can hear you. i can hear you.
i don't think i can stomach anymore of this garbage.
so how does it feel to be a former stray?
i guess it scared me.
this is my new favorite food. thank you.
i thought you knew all about me.
it wasn't my choice. i don't consider it my identity.
so you know a few tricks, then.
i'm gonna drag you out with my teeth, since you can't understand the plan.
i lost my train of thought. dammit!
only reason i even said that is because we're all probably going to die out here.
look at it that way. you're probably safer than i am.
i'll be compelled to defend myself with all the means at my disposal.
i was dying. do you judge me for that?
are you okay? how can i be of service to you?
you're not safe here. you shouldn't have come for me.
people talk, and i listen. always have.
come sit beside me. it's okay.
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