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militarymen101 · 2 months
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s0fter-sin · 4 months
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soap and ghost, after months of flirting, of having each other’s backs and saving each other’s lives, of knowing the other better than they know themselves, finally getting together
ghost letting himself free fall onto the bed, soap following, always following his lead. they barely pull apart enough to get their shirts over their heads, hands running over muscles and scars and holding close
soap kisses every new scar that’s revealed to him, from the thick keloid divot over his ribs from some kind of puncture to the innumerable slashes and stitch wounds holding his torso together until he’s mouthing over his collarbones; the tips of his fingers lightly caressing the edges of his mask
ghost who’s been so quiet, so overwhelmed by soap’s touch that all he can do is sink into him, panting gasping breaths, finally pushes out, “don’t ask me. please…”
soap freezes, mouth hovering over his skin. “ghost…?”
ghost’s face is tilted away, eyes held so tightly shut they tremor while the rest of his body stays lax beneath his. desperate. resigned. “please don’t ask me, johnny.”
soap lets his hand fall from the mask, coming to run soothing circles over his clothed hip. “why?”
“because i’ll say yes,” he confesses and it’s great and terrible; a warning and a relinquishment laid at soap’s feet. “i’ll always say yes to you.”
for a long moment, there’s nothing but their shared breaths, nothing but their hearts beating for the other. until soap finally leans down to press a kiss to the corner of his hidden mouth; his lips meeting faint raised scar tissue he might never see
“i’ll never ask.”
ghost’s eyes drift open and they catch on soap’s; on a sea of promise and fierce protection
“i swear… i’ll never ask, ghost.”
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 5 months
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Maybe this is too hyper-specific but I just fucking love??? the stance??? of whumpee lying on the ground and whumper standing over top of them???
"But Danny that's so generic--" yes, okay, but listen. Listen...I am talking about whumpee on the ground, injured, unable to get up, had probably just been crawling away before the last of their strength gave out. And then there comes whumper's legs into view. Whumpee doesn't even have the strength to look up, doesn't know if they'd even want to. And here's where the good shit comes in:
Whumper nudging Whumpee's side with their shoe like they're playfully checking if they actually died, or maybe really checking, or maybe just testing to see if there's any fight left
Whumper kicking a weapon that had been mere centimeters from Whumpee's reach, bonus points if they purposely catch Whumpee's hand under their foot and bear their weight down
Whumper using their heel to kick Whumpee's shoulder and force them to roll over on their back, now forcing them to look up and see Whumper (plus the beautiful imagery of Whumper leering down at them while Whumpee is symbolically beneath them...*chef's kiss*)
Whumper straddling their feet on either side of Whumpee's hips, or chest, or head; anything to have them confined between Whumper's legs from where they stand
Whumper suddenly dropping down into a crouch when Whumpee had only been able to look at their shins before, startling them, now hyperaware how close Whumper has made themself to accommodate this new position
Whumper instead continuing to go about their business, completely ignoring Whumpee on the ground, who can now only helplessly watch their retreating form as Whumper carries out whatever they originally had planned before Whumpee got in the way
Whumper stepping on fresh wounds, stepping on Whumpee's neck to choke them, stepping on Whumpee's head and holding their foot in place until they're done speaking whatever it is they want to say
Whumper that asks "are you done?" "that's it?" "so, was it worth it?" because if Whumpee is already at their feet, they might as well grovel a little
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404-art-found · 1 month
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guardian of the masquerade
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intotheelliwoods · 5 months
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what if... cass arc
WHAT IF I STARTED CRYING.
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viikusha · 6 months
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I love it when men
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fasth · 6 months
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Danger ⚠️
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doshi-sukiru · 1 year
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Uhhh mini au idk what to do with it-
Steampunk au! I think
I don't have any actual plot for this, but I was bored so here we go-
Basically Macaque used to work on engine parts at an airship bay. Mostly Wukong and the brotherhood's ships. He kept working there until one of the ships at the bay exploded near him, leaving him with a huge mutilated mark on his face, and his right arm gone. Luckily, his nephew Redson (yes he's a nephew now-) managed to give him a copper mask with a porcelain face, and a prosthetic arm. He now spends his days living with Wukong, and always sends his goodbyes to him outside the bay.
What do y'all think about this au?
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Sensei Wu, flying in a spinjitzu tornado, while looking kinda depressed
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personishfive · 8 months
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in which the metaverse is a dangerous place
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pherre · 10 months
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my take on the steeplechase trio (and montrose’s mask variants)
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tailsdollr · 3 months
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Sun & Moon Hotel Dining Room in Master Detective Archives: Rain Code.
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Well now Gangle can't go to a diner without her friends!
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intotheelliwoods · 10 months
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Just some little moments... along with a bit of an outfit change.
This is part 3, part 1 can be found over here
Masterpost
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dromaeo-sauridae · 1 year
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one day i will figure out how mechanical stuff works for now have this
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blithesharem · 7 months
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Solomon is so used to being alone and unwanted that he still gets startled by every touch of affection you give him. Jumps when you touch his elbow as you step next to him, shifts when you reach for his knee under the table because he thinks he’s crowding you. It takes a while for it to sink in that those touches are because you want to be close to him and even then, when he plays it cool, it still makes his heart flutter every time.
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