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will i ever shut up about them? absolutely not :3
#sonic prime#sonic prime season 3#sonic prime redraw#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#shadow sonic prime#shadow the hedgehog#not ship art#SUCH FRICKIN CUTE FELLAS oh my goshhh#banging my head with a brick#eating the carpet#sonic prime shadow is best shadow#easily one of the best renditions#*gives the writers a kith*#also just the way he visibly softens as the series progresses#i’m not okay#probably will never be the same
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shut up. shut up shut up
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@.georgerussell63: Sunday scenery @.tommyhilfiger 🌊
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(Sanuso NSFW / Not explicit tho)
If Sanji ever caught Usopp smoking I think he'd moan on the spot and would start malfunctioning. Like. His brain would instantly stop working and it would only be filled with Usoppsmokingusoppcigaretteusoppusoppusopp- And while he's having a whole sexual crisis wondering why the hell he finds Usopp smoking so hot, Usopp has no idea what the hell is going on.
Imagine Usopp smoking just because he smokes from time to time, just not as much as Sanji because that's fucking insane for an average person like him. And suddenly he has his boyfriend stuttering and blushing and visibly shaking next to him because he's... Smoking? Usopp finds out rather quickly that for some reason that does something to Sanji.
My brain is going wild with ideas right now but... Let's say Sanji ends up sitting on top of Usopp and let's say Usopp shotguns Sanji. The cook is a whimpering mess and Usopp isn't even trying to be sexy.
#this is not me telling people to smoke please don't#or do it tbh i am not your dad i don't care but don't destroy your lungs maybe idk#that being said that colorspread with usopp smoking changed my life#i want to write this so bad somebody hold me back from doing it i have to write for sanuso week i can't do this i am gonna cry#and also i have to work this week so many hours so many stuff to do i can't handle this#but............. usopp and sanji................... smoking together and making out i am banging my head against a fucking brick wall#this is just me simping for usopp don't look at me#as a lesbian i only let one man make me feel things and that's usopp#he has me blushing and kicking my feet sanji is so real#one piece#usopp#black leg sanji#sanuso
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when they come for you in the night
i love my sweet traumatized man :( cw: nightmares, thorfinn lashes out in fear/self defense, choking (this is not smut). wc: 1.1k
it’s been a while since he’s had these nightmares, but the scream that tears through his throat is so familiar that it feels like it’s haunted you all your life.
you shoot upright when it starts, frozen for an agonizing few seconds—unable to do anything but watch the man you love suffer. Thorfinn flails, a mess of limbs and hair, and it’s enough to shake you from your stupor when a scarred hand fists into the material of your tunic.
you bring your hand down to cover his instinctually, and all at once you are reminded of the dangers of waking a warrior from a nightmare.
in the amount of time it takes you to blink, you are slammed against the bed—your beloved’s face twisted into a feral snarl above you, his forearm pressed hard against your windpipe. you don’t struggle—you know better than to think you’d have a chance of getting out of his hold, even with his past as a warrior so far behind him. the moment stretches as the silence between you does, and you watch him come back to himself, and to you, as your vision begins to fade at your peripherals.
there’s an emotion that flashes over his face—something like recognition that bleeds into sheer horror, and then his weight leaves you entirely. you suck down a breath, trying to get the way you gasp and sputter under control so you don’t startle him.
you realize the harsh panting you hear does not come from you. you turn your head—letting out a clipped exhale at the immediate soreness—to find him pressed up against the wall, curled into himself and staring at you with the eyes of a terrified six year old.
you reach for him, slowly—arm moving across the bed until it’s fully extended, palm facing the ceiling and fingertips just shy of where he cowers. a white flag in the dark. a wolf with its throat bared.
“Thorfinn,” you whisper hoarsely, “my love.”
his eyes get wider still, and you give him a soft smile as they well up with tears.
you push yourself off the bed slowly, propped up on the opposite arm while you reach for him. “it’s okay,” you coax him, like you’re luring a frightened animal from its hiding place, “come here, Thorfinn.”
the tears crest and fall down his cheeks as he shakes his head once, and then again, pressing himself further into the wall like he’s hoping it’ll give under his weight. you know that it is not you that he fears, so you don’t rush toward him. you stay planted where you are, hand still outstretched to him. asking the hands that he loathes to reach for you.
“i’m sorry for scaring you, my love,” you tell him, eyes not leaving his. “i should not have woken you.”
his face crumbles at that, and he’s shaking his head furiously, like if he does it hard enough, he’ll dislodge the sentiment from his ears. like he can’t bear to hear you apologize for his sake.
“thorfinn,” you murmur, palm turning to meet the mattress in front of him, smoothing over the sheets. “will you come back to me?”
you see it in his face when your words register—it twists into something pained as he lurches toward you. he curls around the arm you’ve extended to him, careful not to get too close to you as he presses his clammy forehead to the back of your hand.
“m’sorry,” he chokes out, holding your arm to him with both hands, curled over top of it like it’s the thing that can grant him forgiveness, “sorry, sorry, m’sorry—“
you push yourself to a full sitting position with your opposite hand so you can reach for him. turning your body to face him, your fingers card through the hair on the back of his head. he whimpers at your touch, trembles under your hand, but you don’t falter. you wonder who he is right now—if he stands in his family home, warm and fed and knowing nothing of what’s to come, or over the bodies of those he’d been forced to cut down. fearful all the same.
“you didn’t mean to, did you?” you ask softly, already knowing the answer.
his head shoots up then, watery eyes snapping to yours.
“no—no—“
“right,” you whisper, brushing stray hairs from his face. “you didn’t mean to, Thorfinn.”
its quiet between you, save for the shuddered breathing of the man before you and the faint morning calls of the roosters out back. you wonder if they ever dream, and if they too have nightmares. if their hens worry for them.
you run your fingers through his hair, fingers pressing lightly into his scalp. you ease up a bit when you feel the ridges of scar tissue, unwilling to be anything but gentle to the skin that's worked so hard to keep him whole.
he makes his way into your lap—slowly and quietly, like he still needs protect himself from something. you don't call attention to the way his head rests cautiously on top of your thighs, as if he’s waiting for you to sense his vulnerability and strike—you just keep brushing his hair from his face, and you are patient.
it would seem strange to some to see the son of the Troll of Jom curled up and whimpering in the lap of his lover, but it makes perfect sense to you. he’s seldom known a gentle touch, and after the horrific decade he spent as a warrior, you think you’d have fared far worse than he. so you leave him be.
when you’ve known nothing but cruelty, kindness would surely be terrifying.
and you’d certainly expect him to be hardened—cruel to you, even, if only out of self-preservation—but he is not. he is soft spoken and curious and kind, despite the ghosts that cling to him. he is someone who wishes to take accountability for actions he was forced to carry out as a child. he is someone who has done enough soul searching to fill the next three lifetimes. you wish you could take some of the weight off of him now.
“thorfinn,” you whisper finally, cutting through the thick silence that’s settled over you both, “do you think we’ll have enough firewood for the winter?”
you know he knows what you’re doing, but you think the way he settles further into your lap is his way of showing that he appreciates it.
“i would never let you grow cold,” he rasps, muffled by your skin. it makes you smile—the lengths he’d go to ensure your contentment. you think he’d cut down every tree in the countryside if he saw a single shiver from you. you think it’s unfortunate, the way he has no idea of the depth of love he carries in his warrior’s heart.
he might not say it often, but his actions show enough. so this is how you show him your heart—when they come for him in the night, you show them that they will have to go through you first.
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#i can’t be normal about this dude.#i cannot get over how well his character was developed#banging my head off bricks#thorfinn x reader#vinland saga fic#vinland saga#thorfinn x you#thorfinn hurt comfort#thorfinn angst
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When you see someone talking about how novel WWX didn't develop feelings for LWJ as early on as cql WWX... And novel WWX is an oblivious idiot 😬 Not a new argument.. but what the hell?!
Firstly, how can he be BOTH?! He either developed feelings for LWJ and is "oblivious" OR he "didn't have feelings for LWJ" until his second life or when you deem him to do so. Make your mind up! Both are wrong, but at least stick to one!
Even if you're inept at reading subtext or just "oblivious" yourself and can't see WWX's rather apparent infatuation with LWJ right from the very first time they met (which even JC can see to a certain extent!) - WWX literally confesses later in the novel (and extras!) that in hindsight, he now knows he had a huge crush on LWJ from the beginning. There are a number of reasons WWX doesn't fully acknowledge his feelings towards LWJ in his first life and quite frankly, being oblivious is NOT one of them.
The irony that these people are in fact the oblivious ones does not escape me... 🙄😤
#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#wangxian#mdzs novel#wwx is NOT oblivious... YOU are!#wwx had feelings for lwj from the start#banging my head against a brick wall
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if i am being deeply truly brutally honest. i fear some of you guys just simply dont get some drivers humour 😐
#just saw the daniel 'max secretly likes las vegas' quote being brought up in comparison to lestappen#i am literally banging my head against a brick wall#beth posts
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every day I wake up and it’s me vs my own plot that I created myself. and the plot is winning
#the wings au#writing problems#writing shitposts#listen my approach is to make half a plan and then figure out the other half as a go#which sometimes means banging my head into a wall to try and get things to fit together#after so so much thought and weeks of dreading this moment#i think I have made something work#idk#you’ll have to tell me#but oh. my god.#that was like eating a brick wall#who let me be a writer#also Biana. you win this round
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STOP RETCONNING. STOP IT. CEASE. I BEG. big confused screaming rant in tags
#i know this is the retcon show so i'm speaking to a brick wall in the past#but. it lessens the impact. gallifrey burned. you didn't fucking freeze it you destroyed your people to save the universe#none of this makes sense. if the war doctor (whose entire existence is. a conundrum to me. it should have been 8 anyway) didn't destroy his#people then the other doctors wouldn't have developed the personalities they have. nothing would have happened the way that it did#even bad wolf probably wouldn't mean anything to ten because nine wouldn't have ever met rose#because he would never have been nine????? one too many questions#literally taking out a HUGE chunk of your character development. 10 minutes ago clara was discussing this with war. how many lives have#been saved because of the doctor's regret#where would all that go? i know time is in flux but surely it can't sustain all this#surely the stars would start blinking out one by one like they did in NOTD#and the big bang. my god my head is spinning. you have like ten minutes to resolve this pyramid of bullshit you've constructed#dw#jamie catches up#the day of the doctor#jamie.txt
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here i go to… renew my driver’s learning permit… for the third time…..
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im NOT playing hide and seek with a sniper. get rocket launchered.
#ignore me#ibis plays mgs#just found out you can use the nikita on sniper wolf. my days of banging my head against the brick wall of this fight are OVER
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Hey chat, first of all
the horrors
Secondly I am once again asking for some information/places to look for information, this time about alterhumans and otherkin and such since someone (who's likely to see this post so hai!!!) is questioning some stuff and I wanna help in any way I can
#dont mind the horrors ive just been banging my head against a brick wall#aka trying to beat Devourer of Gods as a Summoner in Terraria Calamity and getting burnt out from it#so i have no fucking energy left lmao
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my toxic trait is that i will hate watch jubilee videos
#and then it feels like banging my head to a brick wall repeatedly#it would better to not give them the views honestly#da.post
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Just argued with 2 different magic mushrooms on twitter at the same time. I commented saying El has to lie to Mike all the time which is not healthy at all, and they said it’s understandable in this relationship since El feels insecure.. do they not understand that her being insecure around Mike is not healthy wtf
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I wholeheartedly believe humans were not designed to go extended periods without two way love and affection (if I don't get positive romantic and physical attention soon I will collapse)
#dating apps suck its so fucking frustrating#im going out tomorrow night but i KNOW nothing will happen i have the rizz of a fucking slug#im not entering any relationship anytime soon and that genuinely upsets me#throwback to my therapist 'we are happy when our needs are met and you hold love highly' blah blah blah yes abby but HOW#MY VALUES DONT MEAN SHIT IF ALL I DO IS WORK EAT AND SLEEP#AND I CANT MEET THE TOP ONE BECAUSE ITS NOT JUST ME THATS NEEDED TO MAKE IT WORK#im going to go and bang my head against a brick wall (write a fantasy romance novel) and maybe ill calm down#stop talking helena
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i keep thinking about it and i really think the way Junebug finds out Guz likes them (because I'm an overthinking goober) is a drunk confession from him 😭
he probably gets really wasted one evening celebrating some sort of win for team skull and I'm sitting in another room where it's quiet and I'm doing something like reading or drawing, and he comes stumbling in because he misses me even though it's only been like less than an hour since he last saw me, and WAIT this is turning into an actual writing thing okay um uh - (1k words on the dot comin atcha)
Junebug looks up from their berry studies, grinning when they see what a mess Guzma is. "How're you doing there? You look a little rough around the edges," they tease, setting their book aside.
The man's face twists into a sloppy grin and he chuckles. "Nah, nah, nah, m'fine, m'fine. Jus' missed you, wanted to see ya...." He makes his (slightly stumbling) way over to the desk Juno's sitting at, before slumping down to the floor and leaning back against one of the trainer's legs. "Missed ya soooo much, missed seein' your face."
The face in question is now bright red, and Juno twists their head around to shield it from Guzma's gaze. "Sorry if I left too early, I just-"
"Nah, nah, not'n issue. Jus' like seein' your face. Havin' ya around." He leans back and sighs happily. "Makes me feel warm inside."
Face aflame, Juno sits for a moment, lost for words. "Oh, uh, I'm... glad I can... do that for you." He's not implying anything extra. You're just friends. This isn't anything other than a good friendship. Juno repeats this over and over in their head as Guzma settles even more heavily against them, leaning his whole weight against their leg now. Juno pulls themself together, the weight grounding them. "Guz, you're gonna knock us both over if you keep leaning on me like this. Here, let's adjust if you're going to hang out for a bit, okay? If you want to talk that's fine, but otherwise I'm just going to keep working on my studies here."
Guzma groans as he sits up, and Juno moves onto the floor over to the wall behind the desk.
Patting the floor beside them, they say, "Come over here, okay? Just don't crush the leaves in this bag; I'm sketching them out right now."
With another groan, he shuffles himself over to sit against the wall, before grabbing the bag Juno had held up from their lap. "S'bunch'a leaves?" he slurs out.
"Berry plant leaves," clarifies Juno. "I'm drawing them for some notes I have." They point to one of them, brushing against Guzma's hand as they do so, and say, "These one's are from the Oran plant; I brought them from home to compare with any I find here."
With a smile, Guzma grasps Juno's hand with his, carefully setting the bag down so he can bring that hand to trace the outlines of their fingers. Juno feels their face grow hot again, and they look away to the right. "Your hands are so small..." he muses, sounding almost awed.
Juno stays quiet, but turns their head back to look over at him again.
"I like your hands," he says decidedly. "Like 'em a lot." He looks up at them suddenly, a shy grin stretched across his face. "I like you a lot, too, the whole you. Every piece of ya. Nothin' I don't like." He raises a hand to place against their face. "Y'so pretty... 'n' small... like one'a my bugs..."
They can't help but laugh at that, and he laughs too, feeling them shake with mirth under his hand. "Your bugs are pretty?" Juno asks with a disbelieving smile.
"Not prettier than you. You're the prettiest bug around."
Juno laughs again, shaking their head and pulling away from him. "Guz, you're so drunk right now."
Guzma shakes his head, placing a firm but gentle hand on their face to turn it back to his. "Nahhh, I'm - ... well yeah, I'm pretty fuckin' wasted right now, I know that, I know." He laughs before continuing, "But I also know I like ya a lot an' I'm happy I'm finally tellin' ya. You really are the prettiest goddamn bug I ever saw, a little Junebug, and I'm so fuckin' glad I caught ya out in the forest that day or else the best goddamn thing in my life woulda passed me right on by!" He stares at their eyes earnestly, trying to convey just how real this all is for him.
As he talks, Juno's face softens, their eyebrows creasing up. "I'm glad I'm here, yeah," they say, pausing. They look down, opening their mouth to say more, glancing back up at Guzma's face, and then look back down as they shut their mouth again.
"Junebuuug," he says pleadingly. "You're holdin' out on me here, what're y'thinkin'?"
They shake their head, biting at their lip nervously.
He sighs. "Aight, aight, m'not gonna push ya. Lemme just sit here for a bit an' then I'll get outta your hair." He lets go of their face and leans back against the wall with another sigh. "Meant what I said though."
After a couple minutes of silence, interspersed by pencil scratches against paper, Juno finally asks quietly, "Which part?"
Guzma rolls his head around to look at them. "Huh?"
"Which part did you mean?"
He scratches the side of his nose. "Which part did I - oh, oh, wait, I gotcha. Am I really that drunk or did it just take ya forever for you to say anything?" He chuckles, slinging a hand over to shake their knee.
"Sorry, I was jus-"
"Don't worry about it, I'm just fuckin' with ya. You make it too easy!" He turns his body to face them properly and plants a heavy hand on their arm, still obviously drunk. "M'gonna say it again for you, really spell it out, aight?"
Juno bites at the inside of their cheek, looking up at him to meet his eyes, hands fidgeting.
He glances down to see that, and smiles, taking their hands in his. "I like you, Juno. An' I think you're a real goddamn catch. And I want you to stay here as long as you can, maybe forever, but I like ya and I like having you around." He pauses, searching for the right words in his alcohol-addled brain. "An' I'd give up a shit ton if it meant you'd be mine, y'know? I like ya a whole fuckin' lot."
#there was this person in highschool who I liked A Lot and . they liked me too it turned out#and we were both trying to do subtle flirting for OVER A YEAR AND A HALF. and neither of us made a proper move 😭😭#we found out we both liked each other just after they'd gotten a boyfriend so REST IN PEACE I GUESS#so i think.... i definitely would not get the hint fjdmls its gotta be a Solid Brick Thrown At My Head sort of deal for me to know LMAO#otherwise I'll just think I'm projecting fbfjdl#CANNOT BELIEVE I JUST WROTE 1K WORDS ALL OF A SUDDEN DHFJDLDL WTF#its now 12:30 midnight so its time to sleep omfg HELP. how did i just bang out one thousand goddamn words out of nowhere 😭😭#POSTING THIS BEFORE I GET TOO IN MY HEAD ABOUT IT. i did ONE quick read over to make sure it flowed decently and im NOT fixing anything mor#dandy.cmd#💜so good at being in trouble#junebug 🪲#💜a boy and his bug🪲#I'll figure out a tag for writings tomorrow fjfkfl for now GOOD NIGHT FAREWELL djdkdl#dandy.doc
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