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umiushiii · 1 year

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Third man is here

#bashful baby #obey me brain rot #obey me #obey me art #obey me fanart #obey me fandom #obey me memes #obey me brothers #obey me mc #obey me levi fanart #om! leviathan #leviathan om #obey me leviathan fanart #levi obey me #leviathan obey me #om leviathan

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assassyart · 1 year

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Happy birthday, Kacchan! 🧡

#assassys #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #kacchan #izuku midoriya #deku #bakugou's birthday bash #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bkdk #bakudeku #baby bkdk supremacy

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ma1dita · 1 month

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its 2am and im delirious im so sorry but

jealous! (and maybe clingy!)luke x apollo!reader when he sees the same couple of campers constantly coming to you for medical attention over small scratches or feigned illnesses just to get your attention..and reader is just so kind to everyone they’d never refuse to treat anybody no matter how minor the injury, but it drives luke a little mad teehee 🤭

🐥 also happy (late) birthday jo!!

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luke castellan x gn!apollo!reader

a/n: i will never get tired of bf!luke.

wc: 947

“Be with you in a second, sweet boy!”

Your hands were fiddling with gauze as you brush past Luke sitting on the only empty bed left in the infirmary. And you weren’t even talking to him! Your words were directed to his half-sibling and with all the others waiting for you, it was obvious that you weren’t leaving your shift anytime soon despite his plans for your date night.

“Doc, what about me? I feel sick too,” he mutters into your neck, big hands pulling at your waist and playing with the smock tied around your frame.

“What’s the matter, my love?” You coo, brushing back his mop of hair and looking into his honey sweet eyes. He grins and it’s a bit boyish and quite sinister, all Luke with a definite trick up his sleeve.

“My heart hurts…. because I pulled a few strings to have dinner with you at the lake and we’re not there right now,” he sighs, hot breath tickling your earlobe, “And I need you to fix me up too.” Cheeky asshole.

You bite your lip and slowly pull yourself away from his embrace, not without kissing the corner of his mouth before the fluttery feeling is weighed down by the reminder of your responsibilities at the sound of a scream from across the infirmary.

The room was filled with campers of all ages vying for your attention and waiting for your gentle hands to tend to everything from a scraped knee to a rising fever (though if you ask Luke, he’s so sure he saw Bradley from cabin 9 standing over the forge in the armory trying to break a sweat earlier).

It was sickening. Someone ought to tell these campers to get in line. Connor Stoll almost skips–excuse me, limps, (now that you’re watching him again) towards Luke with a shit-eating grin at his moody disposition at the fact that he has to fight for your attention.

“Beat it, loser.”

“Baby! Don’t be mean or I’ll ask you to leave. Get up, Connie needs to get his knee wrapped,” you say with a furrow in your brow. Your eyes dart around the room wondering where the rest of your siblings have gone to help you heal these campers, but unlike you, they’ve already clocked out for the day. It’s a wonder how many kids at Camp Half-Blood get brutalized, maimed, or both on the daily, but it’s all in a day’s work of being a child of Apollo.

“Yeah, move it bighead!”

Luke grumbles, rising to his feet and shoving Connor a bit harder than what’s brotherly, so much so that the preteen falls face first into the cot. (Luke thought it was dumb that the kid was acting like a baby since the idiot scraped his knee jumping off the roof of the dining pavilion because Travis and Chris dared him to.)

“OWWW!” he groans, and before you can react, Bradley’s asking for another cold towel and little Lila from cabin 4 starts crying about her sun poisoning from being out in the strawberry field—your shaking hands and wide eyes let Luke know you’re at your limit so he ushers you behind a curtain for examinations.

“Honestly, you’re overworked babe. Take a break,” he says sternly, but softens as you look up at him with a pout and a whole lot of love. He smooths your hair down and hands you a glass of water.

“Just need to see the rest of the patients for the day and send them on their way. I don’t want anyone to be hurt,” you mumble through sips, leaning against the wall and shutting your eyes. To Luke, it sounded like the quicker you get through this the more time he spends with you— and so he moves so quickly that you barely process what he’s doing until you hear various complaints from campers (who are annoyed that their new nurse isn’t as pretty as you and dons a fierce glare and curls that hang over his forehead like a dark cloud).

Nurse Luke models after what he’s seen you do here countless times, but in a way that’s very much his own. He gives out ambrosia and nectar, cleans up booboos where needed, tells Bradley to fuck off and take a cold shower, tapes Connor’s mouth shut, and awkwardly jokes to a kid from cabin 6 that he probably shouldn’t be the one doing stitches or he’ll get a scar that looks like the one running down his cheek. They agree to wait until later, holding bloody gauze to their chin.

By the time you’ve calmed yourself down, you pull back the curtain to see an eerily quiet infirmary (and you’re not sure if they’ve been threatened into silence) but everyone is bandaged, fed and watered—to the best of Luke’s ability. It brings up a sunny smile on your face that reminds him of the first rays of morning light which is a view he never gets tired of, and you finally throw in the towel when Leo and little Will come in for the evening shift.

A resounding sigh is heard from the infirmary’s patients as you leave with your boyfriend, to which you don’t think much of as you look at Luke like he’s the answer to all of your problems. He kisses you in the doorway like its a cure, whispering sweet nothings and promises of a nice dinner at the lake even if it’s pitch black outside now.

It also serves to those damn kids as a reminder that he’s the one who gets to fuss over you and though he doesn’t like starting fights, boy, does he love ending them, in his own little way.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fluff #percy jackon and the olympians #made by ma1dita ♥︎#for my gn babies (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

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lover-of-mine · 7 months

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Buck and Buck Begins explaining the chain of events that led to the lawsuit.

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basiatlu · 8 months

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for the 1k gift thing can u draw some happy wolfstar with baby harry ?? i love ur work sm, congrats on 1k !!!!! <33

Oh geez um I can’t read and I glossed over the word ‘happy’ so um er how about ‘bittersweet’ instead? Sorry, dear, but I hope you still like them! And thank youuuu!! Couldn’t have done it without you 💖

#bosh can’t read #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #the boy who lived #au where Remus was around to yank the leash on a raging Sirius #let’s prioritize the baby #cool your vengeance Batman #art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #doodle #harry potter fanart #boshdraws #bosh art bash

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jetskisonyourmoat · 3 months

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Early interviews are such gems

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Featuring some classic Alex stims and his white strat ☺️

#he was such a baby in 2005 #very bashful stimming and tripping over his words #alex turner #arctic monkeys #stim #stim comp

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miraculouslycool · 10 months

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ok just one thing and i'll go back to sleep i swear: this is just the scarf situation but on a much bigger scale: marinette hiding something fucked up that gabriel did so adrien has a chance at being happy.

#ml spoilers #marinette my baby girl you deserve better #anyone who blames this whole situation on you is a FOOL and deserves their face bashed in #recreation

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urstarlitharlot · 25 days

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harry who cuts chunks out of his hair to piss off petunia hating it being messy.

harry who only truly feels at peace around ron, hermione, and sirius.

harry who refuses to get help because then he has to admit he can no longer help himself.

harry who was raised catholic.

harry who stays up at night terrified that he's a bad person.

harry who will never forgive the dursleys, but still loves them and tries to rationalize their abuse to him.

harry who snaps at people and then freaks out because he's scared he's turning into petunia.

harry who holds his own hands to comfort himself.

harry who always feels a little bit like a child because he was never able to be a child.

HARRY 😭🫶🏽

#harry james potter #my beloved #my baby #hes so babygirl #hes so silly #hes so cute #he's literally perfect #he's literally my child #i love him #so much #harry potter au #harry and sirius #harry and ron #harry and hermione #anti dursley family #dursley family bashing

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schumigrace · 9 months

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diagnosed with terminal silly guy syndrome

#he's so proud of himself look at him #someone in the crowd cheered him and he got all bashful #my baby waby #f1 #formula 1 #nico rosberg #malaysia 2014

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empty-blog-for-lurking · 8 months

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Never a Lance basher, nor a Lance woobifier, but a secret third thing (Lance should get to maul people and also get tragic corruption revenge arc)

#Self made tragedy baby! Give that bitch a greek tragedy but with a gun arc #No i dont want him to angst over Keith or Allura or whatever. I want him to fuck around and find out in best worst way possible #Must langst have some form of character bashing? Why cant it be Lance being doomed by the narrative and also himself?#lance mcclain #lance serrano #lance voltron #voltron lance #vld lance #lance vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #empty thoughts

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the-flower-herald · 1 year

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Let me just say: as a recovering alcoholic some if y'all's Shane hate is pretty transparent and fucked up.

You can dislike him for a variety of reasons, but if I see one more crusty sock bitch about how "ewwww he's gross he's a mess he's an alcoholic not in MY house lolololol"

I WILL PERSONALLY STEAL YOUR TEETH.

Alcoholics ARE messy. They can be mean. They're a handful and in recovery it's even harder. He's an incredibly well-made character and also a damn good fictional man.

Alcoholism isn't quirky or cute or pretty. It's puking your guts up and still chugging your drink. It's blacking out, being a sweaty fucking mess. It's losing friends and family because of choices you made. It can result in death. I've personally finished a drink I threw up into. I've tried to kill myself over this shit. It's fucking nuts.

Alcoholics aren't just some "ew funny haha" shit and I get real big red flags when y'all act like that. Yeah he's a made up man, but that makes me wonder how you really feel about people who need help.

Anyways. I love Shane and I'll fight a bitch over it.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley shane #sdv shane #tw alcohol #tw alcoholism #seriously if you just dont like his design or how hard it is to friend him fine #just dont bash him because of his issues man #none of them deserve that theyre all wonderful babies ;^;

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lucishell · 10 months

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they are happy and healthy and nothing bad has ever happend to them ♡

(ref from Vbvs2V)

#been finally reading the manga #as of posting this im about to read chapter44 i am NOT ready #they make me want to bash my head against the wall #my babies #they are pocket sized #and must not be separated #(again)#this series is gonna be the end of me.#seraph of the end #owari no seraph #mikaela hyakuya #yuuichirou hyakuya #mika x yuu #yuu x mika #mikayuu #yuumika #cries violently

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lesbiradshaw · 2 months

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prettiest ꨄ

#my babys baby #hes so pretty #forever obsessed with his hair #and the cheek scars :(#can we all make an effort to please not make me wanna bash my head against the wall in the tags #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #top gun rooster #tgm #top gun maverick #miles teller

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ma1dita · 1 month

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omggg hope you had a great birthday!! do u mind writing a remus x reader who realize there’s smth more than friends between them, thank youuu

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remus lupin x reader

a/n: gn!reader truly idk how this escaped me. me writing for my long lost husband in the year of our lord 2024?? this was so fun it felt like reuniting with an ex anyways fluff incoming

wc: don't... look at me... 1.3k

“So?”

“So what, Prongs?” Remus huffs, flipping through a textbook. Merlin knows why he even tries to study in the common room with the boys when all they do is badger him about nonsense.

“So are you and your little friend, well…more than friends? You two are attached at the hip, so where’d the little one run off to?” James teases, whacking his best mate with a throw pillow, “Get tired of you moaning and groaning about prefect duties?”

Well, that’s…you’re definitely not nonsense.

Remus blinks, brushing his hair away from his face and glaring at James before elbowing him straight in the gut. Tosser he is, acting like he knows anything about you or relationships in general when he’s been pining after Lily for years now.

You two are just friends.

Sirius lets out a loud laugh from his place at Remus’ feet. He’s leaning against the arm of the sofa, looking up at the sandy-haired boy with a cock-eyed grin, “If they were more than friends, Moony’s moaning and groaning would be appreciated and reciprocated, don’t you think?”

Peter snickers from the loveseat across the table. It doesn’t help with Remus’ mood, so he buries his head deeper into the boring History of Magic text, grumbling, “Don’t be crass. Just friends, is all. Don’t look too hard into it or you’ll melt what’s left of your brains.”

The three instigators look at each other, before looking back at their best friend. Just friends, he says. Sure, Remus’s the nicest guy around—a prefect even; the one that people count on to be the most morally sound out of all of them, the guy that people borrow notes from, politely laughs at jokes and makes people feel included in conversations. Sure, friends—they can believe that! Everyone wants to be Moony’s friend. But it’s the way they’ve seen him treat you that stands out.

Remus usually lags behind them now, breaking apart their formation in the halls (and yes, Sirius likes to be at the front of the diamond), pushing Peter up so he can wait for you after class. Also, anyone that could distract him from taking notes in Arithmancy is surely a force to be reckoned with (and a threat to Peter’s grades). He’s even gone as far as sidling up next to you during Potions and breaking their age-old rotation of picking partners since their first year (which left James with a botched Aging Potion, and Lily laughing at him as he limped out of class with graying hair and a hunchback).

So things were different nowadays, but one thing is for sure: Remus Lupin’s favorite game is being in denial.

“Maybe your friend knows about your furry little problem, Moons. Surely you really don’t think you’re gonna get any studying done with us?” James chuckles, before pushing his glasses up to clearly see the blush blossoming on Remus’s cheeks. Though it might also be anger, he couldn’t really tell—they’ve never seen him like this, ever; so blatantly obvious with how he feels about you even though he’d never admit it. It was quite refreshing to remember that Remus is still a normal teenage boy.

“You’re right, Prongs,” he huffs.

“I am?”

“I don’t know why I even bothered to try and study with you lot if all of you are too focused on me instead of studying!” Remus is shoving his books into his knapsack as the boys continue to rib at him to get him to stay. This essay isn’t going to write itself.

“Just playing, Moons!”

“Yeah mate, if you need an actual study date we know that’s not us, just hang around!”

Remus sighs as he’s looking at his friends' shit-eating grins as they go around him showing each other the map and pointing at something.

“What now?”

There’s a knock at the portrait, and the Fat Lady’s shrill voice could be heard from where they were sitting. Peter jumps up, sticking his face over the enchanted parchment as he giggles a bit like a schoolgirl, “It’s for you. Your friend’s outside.” They all cheer and laugh at Remus shaking his head, slinging his knapsack over his shoulder walking quickly away from them.

When he sees you chatting with the Fat Lady, it’s almost as if he’s in a stupor, studying every inch of your face until your eyes finally meet his and you grin and wave at him.

Just friends, he reminds himself.

“Hey Rem! Was gonna ask if you wanted to go to the library together?”

Your voice is a treat in itself, he thinks—the lilt and manner of it so sweet and rich it almost reminds him of his favorite chocolate.

Good thing he has a sweet tooth.

Walking down the hallway together your hand bumps into his several times in passing, fingers ghosting against each other as if they were dancing, too close and then too far. Friends can hold hands right? Remus’s heart flutters as he thinks of the possibility like solving an Arithmancy problem. He supposes the boys and him don’t necessarily hold hands, but he imagines holding yours would be way nicer.

Is he sweating?

His palms are sweaty, forget it, and you’re just friends! You’re telling him about your day like you both haven’t seen each other in years, but he even sat by you at lunch earlier, much to the rest of the Marauders’ surprise. Though Remus supposes you could even make Divination sound interesting—maybe even make him look in the stupid tea leaves to see if you’re in his future, furry little problem and all. He realizes he’s been staring a second too long, bumping into you lightly as you stop in front of the library.

“Haha, you okay? You’re quiet today, Rem. Something on your mind?”

A lot about you, apparently, thanks to his meddling friends.

Remus scratches the nape of his neck as he grimaces, cheeks reddening again and instead of a response, he opens the door for you and puts his finger to his mouth as if to say “Shhhh….” before Madam Pince starts a fit at either of you. That, or him actually having to say how he feels.

How he feels… Well…shit.

You make a beeline for an open table near the corner, tugging at his wrist like it’s not making his heart beat out of his chest and Remus tries to compose himself, but then you look at him with your pretty fluttering eyelashes and he knows he’s utterly fucked. Pulling out your chair for you, you squeeze his arm in thanks and scooch your chair closer to his.

“Rem?”

“Hmm?” he responds, a strangled noise crawling up his throat as he coughs slightly, his arm landing on the back of your chair before he panics then realizes he’d look like an arse for pulling away.

Not that he wants to.

“How did you know?”

His heart genuinely stops. There’s no way you’ve caught on that quickly—especially not with him just realizing how he feels about you, his friend that he wants to be more and there is nothing casual about what he wants to d—

“How’d you know I was at the common room? You walked out just as I was about to walk in, I thought it was kinda funny,” you giggle, brushing your hair behind your ear and he takes a deep breath.

You’re just friends. But he definitely wants to be more.

“The boys told me it was you,” Remus says, chewing on his lip, “Apparently they had a feeling.”

And now, so does he.

What’s worse is that Remus hates admitting when they’re right (which is rare enough in itself, he’ll never hear the end of it from their inflated egos).

What’s worst of all is that for the first time in his Hogwarts career, Remus Lupin ends up submitting an essay late.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x gn!reader #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #for my gn babies (づ ◕‿◕ )づ #made by ma1dita ♥︎#remus lupin fluff #marauders era

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caterpillarinacave · 3 months

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Arthur: Has anyone other than Mom ever told you they loved you?

Orm: Does my Father count?

Arthur: Sure, I guess so.

Orm: Then no.

#Orm is the type to drop some batshit insane fact about his childhood like it’s nothing #“Yeah my dad always told me I’m really lucky I’m a boy because if I wasn’t his heir he would have had my skull bashed in as a baby. Anyway-#Doesn’t even register #Aquaman #shitpost #incorrect aquaman quotes #Arthur curry #orm Marius #Dceu

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jodielandons · 1 month

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BABY BASH ft. FRANKIE J | Suga Suga (2003)

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