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There's context to this, but you'll have to get it from @hopepetal
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hiiii :D
what about 13 ("youre usually so tough...") and 29 ("someone told me your little secret...") with lee!sap and ler!dream?? that sounds pretty solid to me :)
- cal <3
from this post!
hehehehe hi angel! i finished this so quick and ur at work so u dont even get to read this before it's posted >:D
prompt 13 - "You're usually so tough..." / prompt 29 - "Someone told me your little secret..."
“A little birdy told me something interesting today.” Sapnap turned his chair around from his computer, seeing Dream leaning against the doorframe to his room with a hand holding the top of it. He reached his other hand up and leaned his body forward, stretching and letting out a deep sigh when he lowered his arms.
“What?” The younger boy questioned, watching as Dream made his way into his room, striding over to where he sat and stood in front of him. Their knees bumped against each other as the blonde rocked back and forth on his heels, a huge smile plastered on his face.
“Someone told me your little secret…” Dream leaned down towards Sapnap’s ear, speaking quietly as if someone might hear them. He furrowed his eyebrows, leaning back to look up at Dream as he racked his brain for what his friend could possibly mean.
“My secret…?” Sapnap glanced around his room, not because he was looking for anything hidden, but trying to figure out if he had shared anything with anyone recently. He was drawing a blank and eventually looked back up at Dream with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I could always show you?” Dream offered, hands now clasped in front of his waist as he tried to sound as sweet as possible. Sapnap was skeptical, figuring this would possibly end up as a trap, but was too curious to talk himself out of agreeing. So, he gave the older boy a half shrug and a nod, a little “mhm” as a response for consent.
“Okay. Just close your eyes.”
“What? Dream, no. What is this?” Sapnap immediately was defensive, pushing his chair back to stand up, but being pushed down again by a strong grip on his shoulder. Dream moved his hand from Sapnap’s shoulder and instead grabbed the arms of the chair, gliding it on its wheels as he pulled it backwards towards the smaller boy’s bed. “Whahat are you doing?!”
“Sorry, I figured this would be easier this way.” Dream shrugged as he finally came to a stop, sitting on the edge of Sapnap’s bed and pulling the chair as close to him as possible. The blonde moved his legs on either side of the chair, Sapnap’s legs fitting between his own as he closed them, wrapping his shins around the brunette’s to prevent him from pushing himself back.
“What are you-”
“Just trust me! Close your eyes and I’ll show you! I promise I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you, Sap.”
“Ugh. Fine. But if you do hurt me, on purpose or not, I’m kicking your ass.” Dream barked out a laugh at the threat, nodding his head to let Sapnap know he understood. The younger boy let out a shaky sigh, clearly nervous as his legs began to bounce quickly and his fingers began to fidget with each other.
“Okay. I’m gonna show you now, okay?
“Uh huh…”
Dream smiled, leaning forward slightly and using two fingers to gently but quickly glide up the underneath of Sapnap’s chin, causing him to let out a gasp, followed by a giggly whine as his eyes flew open. His face was bright red already, clearly embarrassed with the knowledge of the secret that had been shared. Under Sapnap’s chin was certainly a sensitive area, but when done right, could leave the boy in a melty, giggly state of mind.
“Nohoho! D-Dreheam, thihis-”
“What? This is what? Tell me, baby boy.” Dream demanded lightly, smiling when Sapnap let out another whine, bringing his hands down to his thighs to grip onto the fabric of his shorts, not knowing what to do with them besides open and close his fists through his giggles.
“Nohot fair!”
“I think it’s perfectly fair. It’s just a melty spot! You love this, don’t you, Sapnap?” Dream brought his other hand up to join the fingers already in motion, leaning the heels of his hands on either side of Sapnap’s jaw before using all of his fingers to gently skitter up and down the underside of his chin.
Sapnap couldn’t stop himself from nodding at the question, breaking out into helpless laughter, although still light and airy, as he completely melted into Dream’s hands. The blonde could feel how much the squirmy boy was leaning into the tickles, clearly loving the treatment he was receiving.
“This really is a melty spot for you, isn’t it? I can’t believe this! You’re usually so tough…” Dream smirked at the slight jab to Sapnap, spidering his fingers a little quicker with slightly more pressure.
“Dreheheam!” Sapnap giggled out his name once more, making the elder giggle along with him. The blush on the brunette’s cheeks had spread onto his nose, which was scrunched from the continuous laughter that was pouring out of him.
As much as Dream would’ve loved to continue tickling Sapnap like this until the end of time, he knew how much this flustered him. The blonde decided to spare him the embarrassment, especially of the snorts that he was advised would come after a few minutes of this.
Dream slowly moved his hands out from under Sapnap’s chin, smiling fondly at the final giggles that were still making their way out into the open air. The younger boy brought his hands up to the buzzing spot, rubbing with both of his palms to help ease the tingles that were still somehow populating under his skin, keeping him giggly and smiling.
“Who…who told you?” Sapnap asked bashfully, moving his hands from under his chin to rub them on either side of his face, along the soft skin of his cheeks and down to the thick hair of his beard covering his jaw.
“Karl.” Dream giggled simply, laughing harder when Sapnap let out an animalistic growl in response.
“I’m gonna wreck his shit the next time I see him, I swear to God. That little….that little….”
“Little….?”
“Hold on! I’m trying to think of an insult that isn’t actually mean..”
“Oh my God, you’re ridiculous. Just say you’re in love and get married already.”
Sapnap laughed along with Dream this time, always finding the shipping jokes hilarious. But even though he was laughing, Sapnap wouldn’t forget the betrayal from Karl. He smirked and chuckled to himself as he hatched a plan in his mind, immediately putting it into motion.
“So Dream, you wanna hear some secrets about Karl?”
#lee!sapnap#ler!dream#awkwardtickleetoo#asks#bby!!!!!!#im laughing bc#we did kind of plan this out before i wrote it#BUT#u havent seen anything so......gl baby#:3#i love dreamnap sm they have my whole entire heart#they are so silly and lovely and have so much love for each other#and i just#sajksdnklsn im gonna explode i love them#anyways#enjoy! :D#mushie ficlets#mcyt tickle#my stuff
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SWAG VS EMO‼️💯
#my art#this post will flop crazy style because no one enjoys claus x fuel but I DONT CARE take the sillies :)#have they even interacted in canon like. at all#anyway idc i died on this hill when i was 12 years old and i will continue to do so#yahoo yippee huzzah#enjoy! :D#mother 3#claus mother 3#fuel mother 3#mother 3 fanart#earthbound#earthbound fanart#claus x fuel#mother three#nintendo fanart#gay people real
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a snowfall kind of love
chapter six: the deed
↳read now on ao3! (explicit, chrissy cunningham/steve harrington/eddie munson)
Chrissy swallowed the last bite of her crêpe and licked her lips as she slid the plate across the counter to Eddie, who had once again taken up the task of main dishwasher. She happily took the damp cloth Steve passed over to wipe the powdered sugar from her fingers and then used it to wipe down the island countertop, before tossing it back to Steve who caught it and shouted “TOUCHDOWN” before dancing in a circle and making fake cheering noises.
Chrissy couldn’t help but giggle at his antics as she watched Eddie drop the dish he was washing to turn around, fanning his hands at Steve and fake bowing down in his honour.
“You’re both very silly,” Chrissy said, propping her elbows on the counter and her head in her hands so she could watch them.
Steve spun to face her and shot her two finger guns, a lewd wink, and a tongue click. “Is it working for you?” he teased, and Chrissy, much to her internal chagrin, blushed furiously.
“I’m taking that as a yes, Stevie-baby,” Eddie laughed, bumping his hip into Steve’s as he moved back to the sink to finish washing up.
Chrissy dredged up the longest-suffering sigh she could manage and rolled her eyes, overly fake, at the two of them. “Not no,” she finally sighed out, and Eddie cheered and turned to high-five Steve, and it was Steve’s turn to fake-cheer and bow down to Eddie.
(keep reading on ao3!)
#steddissy#hellcheerington#christeddie#steddie#hellcheer#cheerington#steve harrington#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#my stuff#hex is writing#HAPPY NEW YEAR AND HAPPY NEW SMUT DAY#no literally#theres 8k of smut in this chapter#enjoy! :D#earning my E here
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While the inn keeper is showing everyone to their rooms, he's making some small talk. "Ah I can't help but notice for someone who just got married there's no ring on their finger"
The chain starts to panic internally. Their lie is coming apart. Luckily once again warriors quick thinking helps. "Well you see the groom here is but a humble rancher who couldn't afford a ring"
"Ah what a shame, every person deserves a pretty ring"
Twi lightly punches warriors "you're making me sound like a bad husband! Of course im going to be able to afford a ring for them!"
Warriors lifts his eyebrows and looks at twi "oh?"
Twilight realizes his mistake to late and flushes. "It's just hard since we travel so much. It wouldn't be any good to just pick the first ring I see and be done with it. It has to be memorable. It has to mean something."
"H-hey..." Reader coughs, fight alight but smile softly. "You don't have to do anything. I'm happy with whatever. I'm not picky."
Twilight shakes his head. "If I give my partner something that I didn't think twice about, what does it mean about them? It's one of the few things to show others what I feel. It has to match the intention."
A cough here. A dodged look there.
Everyone's breathes are baited.
Reader bite their lip. "Well... that's a bit much, don't you think? It doesn't have to mean anything."
"It has to mean everything." Twilight presses. "Because you mean everything."
#pinky replies#i had to put thought into this#my jaw dropped when i got this and i got stupid giddy#enjoy! :D
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silver's been trying out polaroids :D
#click for full quality!#sonic the hedgehog#silver the hedgehog#blaze the cat#shadow the hedgehog#tails the fox#knuckles the echidna#enjoy! :D#i know its not summer right now but i thought it was cute#my art
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Here is my Harry playlist I made, mostly so I could put "Ne me quitte pas" on it (which I think is one of the most "Harry" songs out there.)
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Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: none
Characters: Etho, Impulse, Ren
Additional Tags: Canon Complaint, Minecraft Mechanics, The Deep Dark, Light Horror
Word count: 1253 words
Etho, child of the Void, enters the deep dark. He does not have a good time.
#ethoslab#double life smp#banana writes things#banana made a post#brainrotted over etho in the deep dark for a day and ended up with this#enjoy! :D
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Hold the Bar at Hurley's
In which the bartender in Goncharov (1973) has many thoughts about the events of the film, and even more thoughts about what happens afterwards.
1k, rated G, on AO3 here
Life as a bartender, Hurley found, was rarely interesting.
It had been more riveting at first, of course, but Hurley now had enough practice that even brawls and heartbroken lovers had become mostly mundane. He had seen many things in his life — triumph, anger, love, loss, and more — but they rarely involved him. He was simply there: a part of the background, a set piece, there to provide alcohol and nothing more.
Mario was the first interruption to this quiet life, though he was far from the last.
He showed up at the bar one day and ordered a drink. Hurley hadn’t recognized him personally, but he knew what he was; the little six-pointed star pinned to his lapel gave him away. That had been their symbol, at the time — the symbol of what was quickly becoming one of the most feared mafia groups in the country.
Hurley hadn’t wanted to get involved with anything like that, but he knew better than to refuse the man a drink. He had been remarkably polite, it turned out — had introduced himself and even complimented Hurley on the drink. He stayed about half an hour, paid without fuss, and left. No one had died or even been threatened. Hurley counted that as a success.
He was more open, then, when Mario came back. He calmed as day after day went by and nothing went wrong. He began to like him; he was one of Hurley’s more polite customers, after all.
Hurley knew what it was to be a stranger in a foreign land; he himself had grown up in New York and was still adjusting to life in Naples even after all these years. He even understood, a little, how one could find oneself in the situation of these young men. He had seen enough people like them growing up in New York to recognize what had happened. He even understood the urge, a bit. According to family legend, one of his ancestors had been a river pirate. Perhaps he and these men were not so different as they appeared.
That did not mean, of course, that Hurley stopped being cautious. He simply made sure his customers got the good service they requested.
Mario brought friends. Andrey became a regular at Hurley’s bar. Even the infamous Goncharov came more than once for a drink and a meeting. Hurley knew it would do him no good to get attached to people like that; people who had something inside them to do with death. Still, he could not help but watch with interest as Andrey and Goncharov interacted. They
When Katya first came in, all knife-sharp eyes and pale hair, Hurley knew she was special. There were not many women who could keep Goncharov occupied even for a moment; tying him down in any sort of marriage was a feat he would have said was impossible if he did not know she had done it. Hurley rather admired her and enjoyed the few moments he had in her company.
Eventually, as Hurley had known would happen and had hoped would not, things started to go wrong. He did not know the details, of course, and he did not want to — having knowledge like that was a good way to be killed. He knew, though, that something bad was happening. Mario stopped visiting the bar. Andrey drank more and spoke less, looking nervous and stressed. Goncharov jumped every time the clock in the corner chimed. It went on for a few months, slowly worsening. Sometimes the inside of Andrey’s coat was stained with blood, though he did his best to hide it.
When Andrey ran in, shaking, shouting something about clocks and time and blood, Hurley knew the end was approaching. He gave the man a drink and did not ask for pay, then listened to him as he rambled with the tone of one who knew his death was approaching. He stayed for half an hour, perhaps, before leaving, saying he needed to speak to Goncharov. It was oddly polite of him, in a way; it meant that Hurley would not need to deal with whatever was quickly approaching Andrey. Hurley knew in his heart that he would never see the man again. He said a quick prayer for him, closed his eyes for a moment, then continued to wipe down the counter.
It was a few hours later that Katya entered the bar. She was not so outwardly disheveled as Andrey had been, but Hurley could see that she was shaken — more shaken than he had thought she could be. Just behind her was a dark-haired girl that Hurley did not recognize, but who clung to Katya’s hand like a drowning man to a piece of driftwood. Katya kept glancing at the girl as though afraid she was about to disappear. Hurley looked at them, at the way they stood close together as though drawing on each other for strength, at the way they were alone despite the fact that he had never before seen Katya without Goncharov. Hurley did not ask.
“A drink?” he said instead, for lack of anything else.
“A place to shelter, if you’d allow it,” said Katya as though the words pained her.
“It wouldn’t be for long,” added the other girl. “We only need a place to hide for an hour or so. They won’t look for us here. You’d be in no danger, I swear.”
Hurley found that he rather doubted that promise, though he said nothing. It was in his best interest to turn them away. Hiding them here could bring any amount of trouble and danger down on himself and his establishment. Sheltering anyone affiliated with Goncharov’s business was bad for the health.
But looking at the two women before him, at the hope and fear in both their eyes despite Katya’s attempts to hide it, at the blood on the other girl’s hand that she was trying to hide behind her back, he found that he could not bring himself to turn them away.
“There’s a couch in the back,” he said gruffly. “Don’t get blood on it.”
“Thank you,” said Katya. Hurley thought it was the first time he had heard gratitude in her voice.
He ushered them to the back room and watches them settle themselves on his sofa. They said nothing. The silence was deafening.
“Do you need anything?” he found himself asking.
“We need to get out of the country,” the dark-haired woman grumbled to herself.
“Sofia,” sighed Katya.
Hurley debated with himself for a moment before finally speaking.
“I have a cousin in the States who might be willing to take you in,” he said, hoping against hope that he had not made a mistake.
When the women looked up at him with interest and hope in their eyes, though, he thought it might have been worth it regardless.
“That would be wonderful,” said Sofia.
“I’ll write him,” said Hurley.
It might have been unwise. It might have been dangerous. Hurley found that he did not mind. What was life, after all, without a little excitement? Who would he be if he did not help those who needed it, those who he might consider friends?
He left the two women hiding in his back room, found paper, and wrote a letter. He asked his cousin if he would be willing to help the woman, knowing already that the answer would be yes. His cousin had always been adventurous and this was exactly the kind of thing he would love.
Hurley knew that he might be endangering himself and possibly his family, but he did not let the thought stop him. He knew, deep down, that this was worth it. Saving these two women would be one of the few truly worthwhile things he had done in recent memory. He could not, in good conscience, do otherwise.
He went back to the two women and showed them where he kept food for himself. He dug up some blankets from a cupboard he had forgotten about. He made sure they were settled for the night, and only then did he go home. He closed all his blinds and locked all his doors securely. He went to bed feeling more satisfied than he had in months.
Perhaps life as a bartender was not as dull as he had thought, after all.
#goncharov#goncharov (1973)#unreality#idk the film is fake but this fic sure does exist#wren writes#did i write this mostly so that there is a fic on ao3 with this title because of the love run lyric thing? maaaybe#the things i do for this band i swear#also i have a soft spot for bartenders because my last dnd character was one#anyway i can barely believe i wrote this but here it is#enjoy! :D
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Happy thanksgiving ft my scuffed chibi artstyle! (I drew like. half of this with screaming children in the area gsfgxs)
#i wanted to include more mutuals but araaggaehg hands#they r evil and hate me /silly#from left 2 right its nix paci gumy wisp wallace and me (and froglord)#OH I FORGOT CAPTAIN i am so sorry mx wlttebane#happy free food day 2 u specifically#wait i got this im gonna draw a raccoon with a cowboy hat one sec#u had a raccoon character 1nc and now my brain has associated u with raccoons im sorry#please enjoy the little fella :]#artwithcat#all of these designs r off of memory 2 so. hopefully they r not too off#enjoy! :D
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"s-sorry, was just... lost in your eyes."
hehe ✨
(fresh belongs to crayonqueen ! :D)
#i came for you lozy#i did it#and now#HAHAHA#also the colors on this took forever and i'm proud of them :D#and also like#sharpies saved my life#anyway#enjoy! :D#patented fluff ramble#fluff attempts to draw
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Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hunter | The Golden Guard & Luz Noceda, Emperor Belos & Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House)
Characters: Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), Emperor Belos (The Owl House), Luz Noceda
Additional Tags: Angst, Betrayal, Hunter | The Golden Guard Needs Therapy (The Owl House), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Bad Parent Emperor Belos (The Owl House), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Episode: s02e16 Hollow Mind (The Owl House)
Summary:
Hunter has very few memories of his childhood, but the few he does have he guards with enough fervor to rival that of the Bat Queen’s protectiveness over her palismen.
He remembers his uncle’s fond touches and gentle smiles as he played at the foot of his throne, still too young to walk without stumbling every few steps. He remembers the burning gold of talons being shucked aside as he tucked him into bed, telling him tales of the human realm where the oceans do not boil, where monsters do not lie underfoot to gobble up young witches, where magic was merely a slight of hand and a farce of tricks and gentle foolishness.
He too remembers with less fondness the sight of pale flesh turning an oozing green and muddy sludge as it cracked artfully crafted marble floors. Remembers the searing hot pain of it slicing through his cheek, his ear, his arms and legs. The barking orders to do better, to not disappoint, to follow the will of the Titan.
But, he knows that Belos loves him.
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Basically, a what if belos did love hunter oneshot and how complicated it would make their relationship
#my writing#my fic#toh#hunter toh#chapter 2#never actually thought i’d write this one but oh well#enjoy! :D
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Hey, discord exists, why don’t you exist too?
Here’s a discord server for all of you simps, it’s about THE Alan Becker series. :]
https://discord.gg/P7V8GQhr
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so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.
and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.
...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.
see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.
while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.
especially if the president of the united states is on board.
yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.
and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."
but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.
...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.
not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.
yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.
but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire
#kai rambles#so like#i enjoy ships and learning about them and looking at them but like#i dont really care for warships#i dont hate them viscerally like i do cruise ships but i never really care for them#apart from the ones that were just like either ridiculously designed like the hms captain or the vasa or the novgorod#or the ones where just insane shit happened like with the william d porter#like this isnt even the extent of the porters unfortunate incidents like shr was sank by a kamikaze attack that MISSED#but somehow ended up below the ship and exploded and just like yeeted the porter out of the water#william d porter#uss william d porter#ww2#world war 2#world war ii#warships#again warships are really not my thing but god some of them are so fucking funny#uss iowa#fdr#franklin d. roosevelt#this suddenly got so many notes in like less than 24 hours what the fuck#shipposting
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i can't believe one piece invented gay people
#HELP???????#WHAT#one piece#op#one piece live action#opla#spoilers#min watches one piece#I WANNA MAKE A SEPERATE POST FOR THE NAMIKAYA MOMENTS#DUDE THE LIVE ACTION IS LEGITIMATELY GOOD??#im enjoying it a lot so far#idk what others are saying but it doesn't matter cuz im having fun#even if the characters act a little different than they do in the show#it's something new though! i think that's really cool#lusopp#zosopp#^_^<- insane#monkey d luffy#roronoa zoro#usopp#iñaki godoy#jacob gibson#mackenyu
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