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ultrvmonogamy · 6 months
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we could be having weird thoughts in the same room rn
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linkvcr · 2 months
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If you're still doing art requests: Legend ruffling Hyrule and Wild's hair because I love this trio 💕
Side note I love your art so much it's so pretty and relaxing to look at 💕💕💕
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these guys
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xiaoswrld · 3 months
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  ݂ 💒  ݁ ⪧♡︎⪦ ׁ   ֪  🗯️ ׁ   ۪  ⋆ᝆ ׁ   ݂  ᨳ ֔  🎀 ۪  ⳰⳱ ⵌ
  𖦹 🐇 ׁ  ۪  ⵐ  ܼ   ׁ  ⩍ ۪  ׁ 🌸 ݂ ᯤ ݁  ݂  𖠾 ׁ ⏱️ ᮫  𐰊
 𖥉 ⃝🧠 ׁ  ݂  ᮫  ၄ ۪  ݁ ⑅  ݂  ݁  ʚ̷  ܼ  ٪  𝇄 ⟡ ݄  💬 ׁ𝈹𝈸݂  𐍉 ۪
  ׁ  〻 ׄ ᨀ ⃞🐭 ݂ 🌷︭  ܼ  ׁ  ᮫  𐀔 ܼ ؘ 🖇️  ݂  ׁ 𐃑𐃑 🥡 ׄ ۪
🍓 ૮₍ ˃⤙˂ ₎ა  ݂ ׄᯅ ⋆݂ 𖦹 ᦸ ᮫ׁ   ও ᯤ ܿ ᗣ ݂ ׄ⋕ ݁ ჺ
𓂃 𒄬   ݂  ꐐꐐ ݂  ׄ🐄 ๑ ݂ ׄ ᱂ ꩜̷ 🍡  ݂  ݁🜸 ݂જ ␦ ܿ ⫾
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headphonegrl · 1 year
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There’s a folder in Jude’s phone dedicated to you. It's a day shy of your first anniversary when you find out about it, stumbling upon it when he asks you to look for a screenshot of the recipe he’s using to bake biscuits. The exact one your grandma sent him, one of your favorite foods of all time since you were learning to walk and speaking gibberish in the hopes of forming a sentence.
Its title is a plain red heart, sitting above the number three hundred and forty-eight. You stare at it for a moment to make sure it’s right, you swipe out of the app and click back onto it as if to make sure it won’t disappear suddenly. Though it’s still there, the number and symbol staring back at you. There’s a funny lurch in your stomach when you tap the screen with the pad of your thumb, clicking on a random photo when they all show up in neat little rows of three.
There’s one of an arcade machine. The big display screen a cartoony shade of blue with cheesy racing cars and checkered flag graphics, with two grainy photos in the middle. One of Jude sticking his tongue out, his eyes squeezed completely shut. The other of you smiling cutely with all your teeth showing, Jude’s hand appearing from off-screen to give you bunny ears with his fingers. It was your fourth official date and you both spent it collecting as many arcade tickets as possible, only to just end up with glittery bouncy balls and pencils when you traded them all in.
Another one is of you standing by the sink in his bathroom, your hair clipped away from your face. There’s foamy face wash all over your cheeks and on the tops of your fingers, you hold your hands out to display them to the camera. You had promised to spend the night at his place for the very first time, and getting ready for bed had already taken nearly an hour due to all the talking. Jude sat on the edge of the bath wearing one of your fuffy toweling headbands, watching you endearingly as he fiddled with the lid of your moisturizer
One sticks out like a sore thumb, a screenshot from your childhood Instagram account that makes your toes curl with cringe. A heavily filtered selfie of you pouting with a caption that’s a variation of unrelated emojis. After a night out drinking overpriced cocktails, you both ended up sitting in bed scrolling through embarrassing photos. Looking back it might have been the extra tequila shot, but Jude found it so funny he struggled to gasp for air. He set it as his home screen as a joke and forgot to change it back for almost a month.
Further down there’s one from when you both went on holiday. A photo of you sitting on a wooden dining chair, your elbow leaning against the table with your cheek squished against the palm of your hand. You’re wearing the strappy sundress you bought earlier that week in a little boutique owned by an enthusiastic Italian lady. At dinner the strap keeps falling off your shoulder, and when no one is looking Jude plants a kiss exactly where it should sit. 
“Darl, have you found it?” Jude speaks up from the kitchen. Shortening the pet name ‘darling’ into just one syllable, as if the other one will ruin the flow of his sentence. Looking up you’re greeted by him standing next to the mixer, the flour down his front making the text on his shirt unintelligible.
“Yeah.” You click the arrow on the top left to take you back. Scrolling past some selfies and a bunch of pictures of the same sunset, until you find the recipe sitting next to a funny photo of his brother. When you get up to rest it against the shiny countertop so he can read it, your heart feels a little fuller. “Here you go.”
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thatswhywelovegermany · 4 months
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Two background informations first:
When you are parking incorrectly in Germany, the officers of the public order office will put a slip of paper behind your windshield wiper announcing that you will be fined.
During the advent time (the four weeks before Christmas), and particularly on December 6 (St. Nicholas day), children (and sometimes adults at work) get sweets.
The city of Giengen an der Brenz thought of another means to educate car drivers and incentivize them for better parking habits: Instead of fining those who were parking incorrectly, they rewarded the correctly parking drivers by putting a piece of chocolate behind the windshield wipers during the week around St. Nicholas day. The feedback from the public was extremely positive, saying that the campaign should be repeated more often. However, the officers of the public order office say that once a year is enough, otherwise people should just stick to the rules: "Not being fined is enough reward." The city administration cannot say whether there is an improvement in the parking habits since they haven't done any statistics.
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unicorn-of-mischief · 5 months
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When two Lokis quarrel, a third rejoices
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starberriswears · 2 months
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—febuary feel like making♡
i solemly swear I will crochet a spiderman beanie in time for beyond the spiderverse☆
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otakufimi · 5 months
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Okay, but, what if Atsushi had scars??
And he has A LOT in his legs, but he only has one major in his arm. And Akutagawa, after they get together, kisses it every time, he feels guilty even if he wasn't in control at the moment.
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rei-comfort-zone · 3 months
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I think it would be super cute if Ash and Ironjaw went to a roller rink together, I know his wheels would get caught on his parachut pants and he would absolutely eat the floor, but I think the vibes would be so nice 💕💕💕
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I took your comment as doodles ideas, I loved the concept of this two on a roller rink and how Ironjaw's fat pants would had get in the way, but I bet that at least it could had been fun for them, each time I think about nice situations of my oc with Ironjaw I get just so damm happy, I can't handle how cute your idea was and I loved it!!♡🫂
+ There's gonna be a consecutive drawing of this for sure, if Ash took Ironiaw to a roller rink def is now his time to choose the next place to go together
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ultrvmonogamy · 5 months
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cute date idea: u come over n i keep u
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shameless-pug · 2 years
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wouldn’t it be cute if Crowley and Aziraphale slow danced?
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pureheartcreativity · 8 months
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Drink With Me (Eomer x reader)
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This is my first reader insert fic in ages so please forgive me if it’s not that great. On the other hand I've found my love of writing again so hopefully I'll carry on and proceed to improve as I go on!
I was watching Les Mis a while back and some of the music made me think of certain parts of Lord Of The rings and really liked the idea of ‘drink with me’ being before the battle of the Pelenor fields.  Anyway I had planned to write a long fic at one point but I just cant think of how to tie together individual stories. So nothing romantic happens to be honest (just making eyes at each other mildly) You are an elf in this story though (Or there are mild mentions of you being an elf) Anyway I hope you enjoy the small amount I have written!  Warnings - consumption of alcohol and manly angst! 
You see him sat there, the glow of the fire light dancing across his face that was etched in deep worry his golden-brown eyes following the movements of nearby people in the camp as they busied themselves preparing for the for the inevitable ride to battle upon the rising of the sun at dawn. His own had gently cups his bearded chin his thumb rubbing over his lips as his thoughts seemed to take him. His eyes venture upwards when a tankard of ale id held before him then your view of the golden-haired man is blocked as a soldier of Rohan speaks with a hearty warming voice about past successes in war. You shift your position giving some positive reassurance to a young-looking soldier, passing by with a saddle looking particularly distressed. You look back to where Eomer had been sat to see him now stood with the tankard of ale in his hands his golden-brown eyes filled with a hint of hope, laughter, and reminiscence. A smile pulls of your fair features as you see this. Your elven ways were so different than that of men and yet you were enchanted by their ability to find joy and laughter of the knife edge of war. You took your eyes off Eomer to busy yourself with polishing the already pristine elven horse armour to distract yourself from conflicting thoughts. This was short lived though as one of the Rohirrum raised their own tankard into the air and spoke with a voice of confidence “Drink with me” resounding in a reply of cheerful grunts from men, drawing your attention back to less troubled Eomer too raising his own tankard.
‘Drink with me. To days gone by
Sing with me the songs we knew.
Here’s to pretty girls that went to our heads.
Here’s to witty girls that went to our beds.
Here’s to them and here’s to you’.
The conversation was loud but full of laughter as the soldiers teased each other about past encounters in their pursuit of women hues of pink mixing with the glow of orange upon each face of the men as they regaled in the tales. Your own cheeks and the tips of your pointed ears flushed pink at the humility of the conversations, that pink turning more of a beet red as you herd the mention of the golden-haired man.
“Eomer I’m sure has had his share of tales of young maidens he has successfully pursued in his time growing into the fine man he has become” An older man spoke his silver flecked beard full of crumbs for the food he had been eating laughing after he had spoken causing the brown eyed prince to blush beneath his golden facial hair. You didn’t know why but it made you sad to think of Eomer pursuing other people. He was you dearest friend and yet he had always failed to mention of any women of interest in his life to you. You had always assumed he had never found the right person, but he was at an age that his uncle would see him married to a suitor, through preferably of Eomer’s choice.  
“Aye Eomer is the lord of all chivalry and could make young maidens fall to his feet with a single sentence” Another man about the same age as Eomer with dark hair slapped the brown-eyed prince on the back in a friendly manner causing the golden haired prince to splutter his mouthful of ale out, his cheeks now burning a bright red as he made eye contact with you a mixed look of embarrassment and guilt playing on his face as if he had done something terribly wrong, yet you knew he hadn’t. “But alas” The dark-haired young man spoke again placing his hand on his chest dramatically and bending to a knee bolstering the prince having taken notice of where he was looking. “Eomer shall leave a string of broken hearts behind him as he saves himself only for the lady who has stolen his heart from him” The dark-haired soldier feigned dramatic pain clutching at his chest feigning to be an inconsolable maiden all the while checking to see that you were still watching as Eomer’s face flushed deeper matching your own colour. It was only the gentle tug on your cloak that broke your concentration as a tankard was placed into your own hands by the young soldier that you had reassured. You gave a not of thanks and allowed the young man to stand beside you to continue to listen to the conversations ahead.
“Jest not. Men will die out there tomorrow” Another of the older soldiers spoke with treat and worry, bringing the severity of the night back to a troubling one.
‘Drink with me. To days gone by
To the life, that used to be.
Let the shrine of friendship never say die.
Let the wine of friendship never run dry.
Here’s to you and Here’s me’.
The sense was more dire in the camp again the pink and red faces had turned very pale very quickly as if ailment had taken them. “Men will die. Families will lose a father, a husband, a son, and all in middle earth will be doomed” The older man spoke again feeling the depth of the situation weigh heavily on him. A silence fell like that you would find of a death filled battlefield after a victory or loss. “If those in care of the one ring are successful there is still the cost of death on all lands” The man spoke again the breaths of men audible in the silence of the night air. You eye this man carefully and so with careful calculated steps come to the centre of the group carefully cradling your own tankard of ale considering the amber liquid inside before looking up standing tall and proud as if you were addressing a squadron of your own elven warriors. “Death must come to all in our turn. Hope is only lost if we chose to fear it” You speak in the hopes to restore life and joy into the group that had gathered, yet there was a firm uncertainty still lingering in the air.
“That’s easy for an immortal to say” The older man all but spat at you eyeing you like you were a danger to the company he kept. You look down at the tankard full of amber ale again inhaling the smoky sweet scent and the words came to you in a simple sweep. You raise your head from its stare into the liquid that reminded you of the brown eyed prince who had his eyes firmly fixed on you with questioning, and a little bit of frustration.
“Drink with me?” You speak unsure of your actions rendering the company around you completely speechless. Elves were far more serious than men in war situations and usually you were no exception to that and now you stood offering a drink with the men of Rohan, a surprise to even yourself. Then you found your confidence as the brown eyes staring directly into your own (Y/EC) softened encouraging to on with your words. “Drink with me” It was less of a question now and more of a statement as you raised the tankard enthusiastically some of the amber liquid sloshing over the rim onto your hand causing it to tingle pleasantly.
‘Drink with me. To days gone by
To the Life that used to be
Let the shrine of friendship never say die.
Let the wine of friendship never run dry.
Here’s to you and here’s to me.’.
Eomer immediately came to your side after your second request to drink with the men of Rohan sliding one arm around your waist and raising his own half full tankard with his free hand taking you up on the offer before lowering his tankard guiding you to do the same and clinking his against yours and taking a large gulp from his drink his eyes never leaving yours. You too took a long sip from your own drink enjoying your closeness with the golden-haired prince in this time, so much so you hadn’t noticed the group too talking drinks from their own tankard until Eomer pointed it out by gesturing to the group around them with his drink.
“The free peoples of middle earth will fall” you spoke again but this time with men more willing to listen to your more freeing words. “But middle earth will be free. Families will be cared for, and the dead will be honoured in the finest halls of the Valar” You speak valiantly eliciting a cheer from the drinking men. It was with this that the night blew over with joyful tales told across the encampment leading to the dawn and the mighty charge to war at the Peleonor Fields.
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lilkittys · 1 year
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frist post !!! ブオナ・フォーチュナ <3
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blankdblank · 11 months
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Tipsy Eomer wife at party and he arrives late in armor and helmet. Wife talks to him as another Rider and he jokes to just give him a kiss hello.
She gasps and says her husband will hear about this.
He takes off his helmet after the kiss on way to fetch a drink and comes back to hear her say one of the Riders kissed her. (Don’t be judgemental she’s tipsy and they’re a city of mostly blonde guys with the same partial face hiding helmets) cue faked tussle with one of his fellow blonde friends later on after a feigned hunt for the culprit.
And for his amusement at other parties when he has to leave early and he wears his armor she keeps hold of his cloak so she knows which blonde is hers even if he puts his helmet on.
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