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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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Can you do a Rocket!reader (romantic) where Rocket constantly looks for physical attention from y/n and he doesn't want the others to know but Quill walks in and Rocket doesn't notice it but when he does he ets all defensive and flustered?

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It's a slow morning on the Milano. You're having breakfast with Quill in the kitchen when Rocket pokes his head in the room.

"Y/n, you busy right now?"

You shake your head. "i'm almost done with food, why?"

He points with his thumb over his shoulder. "I need help with one of the vents in my workshop,"

"Alright, I'll be there," He nods, walking back deep into the ship. Cleaning your plate and putting it in the sink, you follow Rockets footsteps.

Walking through the threshold, you're shocked when the door slams shut. Rocket grabs the front of your shirt, pulling you over to the wall. Putting your arms up to catch you, they land on either side of Rocket.

"Took you long enough," He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your chin.

You roll your eyes, regaining your balance, pressing yourself against him, pushing him into the wall. You hardly notice the stool he's standing on to almost be eye level. "You could've told me this is what you wanted,"

He shrugs. "Was gonna, then I saw that Quill was there, and I don't wanna deal with that shit,"

"Yeah, I don't wanna deal with this shit either," A third voice scares you both, you pulling back, seeing Quill standing on the other side of the room.

Rocket, in a panic, shoves your chest away, jumping down from the stool he was stood on. "Quill, what the hell-!"

"Oh, don't 'what the hell' me! This is both of our workshops! It has two doors!" Quill yelled, face getting red.

"You could've knocked!" Rocket retorted.

Quill looks between you both, a smirk forming on his face. "Didn't know you liked each other like that-"

"Don't play that way, Quill, get out!" Rockets tail was puffed out, his ears back. You were sure if he could, he'd be bright red.

"I'm just saying, I didn't think you'd be the one to like getting pushed-"

"I said, get out!" Rocket yelled, snapping and snarling at Quills legs. The man yelped, jumping and moving back.

"Alright, alright, I'm going!" Quill rushes out the second door, slamming it behind him.

Rocket sighs, hands on his hips. You clear your throat to get his attention.

"Wanna try that again?"

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doalkaynaksuyu · 7 months

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PLEAAASE if you're doing art requests Domestic Fyozai I'm frothing at the mouth and groveling on the ground at your feet 🙏🙏

i dont think they get any more domestic than this(is this domestic enough? does this even count as domestic?idk)

ty for the request anon!!!

#sorry this was #really rushed #hope you like it!!!!#referenced the pose from cuddling bunnies that says a lot by itself #my art #art #fanart #bsd #bungo stray dogs #fyozai #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs fyodor

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rebecca-weltons · 2 years

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@pscentral gif exchange for @bellamysgriffin <3333

@usergif back to cool event: challenge #3 - layout or transition

community study group + love is here to stay by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong

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eli-elien · 10 months

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7 larc x Naofumi

7) To shut them up...

They sit across from each other, feet both dangling from the balcony, looking upon the intricate brick roads and dotted buildings of L’arc’s people. Everything is quiet except for the sound of bugs and the wilderness surrounding the kingdom, the only light being the warm orange of windows and the moon.

L’arc swirls his glass, wine, for the advisor told him off about doing paperwork drunk again; but its always such a pleasure to have these late night talks with Naofumi.

Maybe it was the drink or perhaps the mood, but he takes delight in the way moonlight shines on the ravenhead’s hair, how the stars reflected in those emerald eyes.

“What are you staring at?” Naofumi looks him in the eyes, curiously.

“The moon’s quite bright tonight, but so are your eyes.” Something playful tugging at L’arc’s lips.

Naofumi blinks from that, “Really? Been told they were dull,” he chuckles, “like a villain’s.”

L’arc frowns slightly at that, the way Naofumi looks away from his view, trying to shrink away.

“Whoever made up that narrative is an idiot. I think emeralds, given enough time and effort, would shine brighter than any diamond. You should know that better than anyone, right jeweler?”

Naofumi’s face reddens from the way L’arc’s brow raised and the smirk he gave, god that smirk was something to be wiped off by a slap to the face. Naofumi laughs again slightly, nodding.

“I mean given your skills, your actions, I’d say you’re the perfect hero.”

Naofumi purses his lips, breath quickening for just a second after turning back and seeing those ruby eyes. Those ruby eyes that almost took his life that day during the wave.

“And all the rest of those jerks can go fuck right off if they know what’s good for them.”

His face heats up more, feeling the hand that sets down the empty wine glass firmly on his. The foot dangling a feet from Naofumi’s own, touching the them.

Naofumi takes a breath, “I think you’ve drunk enough, I mean I don’t need all this praise and-” He’s taken, back against a column of stone with ever reaching ivy, another’s body heat melding to his own. L’arc’s hand still planted on his, he pulls his lips away from Naofumi’s, which are still parted after the touch.

“No I’m not drunk, and you do deserve this, so shut up and take it kiddo.”

#rising of the shield hero #rising of the shield hero fanfic #rotsh #rotsh fanfic #larc berg #naofumi iwatani #l'arc x naofumi #rarufumi #erebus writing #ask game #kisses #Hope you like it!!!!

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strawhatboy · 11 months

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…because talent isn't genius, and no amount of energy can make it so. I want to be great, or nothing. | happy belated birthday angie 🩷 @okkottsus

#hiiii angie happy (belated) birthday! I'm sorry for taking so long to post this my life has been really busy lately 😭😭😭#I hope you had the best day and enjoyed it to the fullest you deserve it! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 you are the coolest #ok about the gifset: I call this look how nagi looks even sadder and lonelier without his boyfriend :D #(scenes where he takes out his frustration from the breakup on my baby isagi were removed out of respect for him #as he was also without his silly boyfriend)#hope you like it!!!!#ALSO YALL SHOULD READ HER REONAFI FIC IT IS SO GOOD I PROMISE OK 🥹🥹🥹#blue lock #nagi seishiro #animangab

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myaimistrue · 2 years

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holding close to my unsteady heart.

The apocalypse is drawing nearer and nearer. Everything hangs in the balance. And in Room 312 of the Harmony Hills Motel, an angel appears in Dean Winchester's bedroom. read under the cut or on ao3 here

Castiel is aware of how late it is. Dean has asked him before not to show up like this, not to just appear in the middle of the night with no warning. He wanted to wait—he tried to wait. But Castiel is weak, and every day, he grows weaker.

At his arrival, the sudden displacement of air, Dean stirs in bed. He’s the only one in the motel room tonight; Sam is at a woman’s apartment, sharing an encounter Castiel didn’t want to spend too long looking at. Dean and Castiel are alone in this place, Room 312 in Harmony Hills Motel, together.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice is rasping, low in the darkness. “That you?”

“Yeah,” Castiel says. “It’s me.”

“What’s wrong?” Dean sits up all the way, already sounding more alert. Through the dark, Castiel sees him reach for the knife under his pillow.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

Dean groans. “Then what the hell are you doing here? It’s, like, three in the morning.”

“I…” Castiel looks at Dean’s form in the bed, the blankets pooling around his waist. His soul is soft in a way Castiel has only seen it in very specific moments: moments of calm and safety, of contentment. “I apologize. I shouldn’t—I don’t know why I came.”

“Woah, hey.” Dean’s voice reaches out at the same time his soul does. They both curl around Castiel, imploring and gentle. “Whatever’s wrong, it’s fine. Just—c’mere. Tell me what’s going on.”

There was a time when Castiel would have been strong enough to refuse the request of a human. But that time is long past, and this isn’t just any human—this is Dean. So he goes, against his better judgment, and sits down gingerly on the edge of the bed.

“Hello, Dean,” he says.

Dean smiles, but it’s the smile he puts on when he’s worried about someone. “Hey, man.”

Castiel looks down at the bedspread. The pattern is floral, and he traces each flower with a fingertip, recalling their scientific names as he looks at them. Centaurea cyanus, Myosotis sylvatica, Gypsophila elegans—

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong with you?” Dean nudges Castiel’s thigh with a socked foot. He’s out from under the blankets now, sitting perpendicular to Castiel, and he bends his head in an attempt to catch Castiel’s eye. “C’mon, what’s up?”

“I’m…” Castiel speaks slowly. It’s been a long time since human language felt foreign to him, but this is difficult to translate. Difficult to say. “Are you… are you scared, Dean?”

“Me?” Dean laughs, the sound tumbling out of him in surprise. “Uh, why?”

“Are you?”

Dean searches Castiel’s face, and Castiel tries his best not to look away again, tries to bear the weight of the Righteous Man’s gaze. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m scared. All the fucking time.” Dean’s eyes glitter in the white light of the parking lot outside. “Are you scared?”

“I—” His voice falters; that’s never happened to him before. Castiel takes a long breath. Feels Dean’s soul, glowing warmly within him. “I can’t—I’ve never felt this way. Afraid, like this.”

“About the apocalypse?”

“About everything. All of it,” Cas says, voice beginning to shake. “I’m afraid for your safety, and Sam’s, and I’m afraid about losing my powers and leaving you without my help, and I’m afraid of what will happen if we fail, and I’m—”

“Woah, Cas, hey,” Dean cuts in. He reaches out and takes hold of Cas’s wrist where he’s still tracing the bedspread, Centaurea cyanus, Myosotis sylvatica, Gypsophila elegans. “It’s okay.”

“But it’s not.” Cas thinks there is another name for this feeling: despair. Hopeless, terrible despair. “I can’t save us. I can’t keep you safe. And I’m terrified.”

Dean looks at him for a long moment, his thumb feathering back and forth across the softest pulse point on Castiel’s wrist. And then, carefully, slowly, he gets down on his knees in front of him.

Castiel watches with hungry, disbelieving eyes. Dean slips off Castiel’s shoes, peels off black socks to reveal pale skin Castiel has never seen before. Then, he reaches up, hands hovering over the crotch of the pants Jimmy picked out one morning a million years ago. There’s a question in Dean’s eyes; Castiel nods, and Dean unbuttons and unzips and then slides the pants down Castiel’s legs. He squeezes Castiel’s knees with warm hands.

“Stand up.”

So Castiel stands. He’s the weakest he’s ever been, and despite that, he knows he could overpower Dean without much effort. But he allows Dean this, allows him to remove the coat and the tie, allows him to unbutton the shirt and reveal the white tank top beneath. He allows Dean’s hands to skim up his sides, raising goosebumps that feel like the thrum of grace through a vessel.

“Let’s lay down,” Dean’s voice is so soft, so quiet. Castiel wants to curl up in it.

Castiel doesn’t think he’s ever laid in a bed before. The mattress creaks as they settle side by side, and it appears to dip in the middle, forcing them closer. The sheets scratch against his skin. The floral bedspread is thinner than he expected. And Dean’s face and Dean’s soul and Dean’s skin is here in front of him.

“I know you don’t sleep,” Dean says, leaving it unsaid that Castiel might soon require it if he continues to lose his powers, “but sometimes it’s nice to lay with somebody you, uh. You care about. Sometimes it makes you feel better about things when they’re shitty.” Dean grins wryly. “And they’re pretty shitty right now.”

“They are,” Castiel agrees. “Thank you. For sharing this with me.”

Dean turns pink, right at the top of his cheeks. Castiel watches with fascination. “You’re welcome,” he says awkwardly.

And something about that, the color, the closeness, makes Castiel terribly honest. “I love you.”

Dean doesn’t seem surprised, not really, but his soul is flaring a bright, brilliant gold, something like fear and adoration and hope. “Cas, you don’t—”

“I know what I’m saying.”

“I…” Dean lets out a breath like he’s been punched, and Castiel doesn’t miss the sudden shimmering tears in his eyes. “Cas, this is really bad timing, man. It’s—the world is ending.”

Castiel reaches out and touches the warm pinkness of Dean’s face; his thumb traces the path of a tear, and Dean leans into it. “I know.”

“I—fuck.” Dean chokes out. “Cas, what are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” Castiel whispers. The edge of terror is close, still, but Dean is with him. They’re together. “I don’t know.”

There’s nothing more to say. Dean eventually reaches out and pulls Castiel flush with his body, tucks Castiel under his chin, runs calloused, gentle hands up and down Castiel’s back. Presses a kiss to the top of Castiel’s head.

And against the skin of Dean’s neck, the smell of motel soap and deodorant and human sweat, Castiel prays. His Father isn’t listening anymore, but maybe someone will hear it. Maybe someone will hear it, and answer. Castiel prays for safety, for victory, for love. He prays until the dawn light creeps up in the sky, turning the room into grey shadow. Then, he watches Dean breathe. That’s something to be grateful for: Dean, beside him, breathing and warm.

Some prayers are answered. The day is new. And Dean is holding him like something precious. That’s enough, Castiel thinks.

#hope you like it!!!!#deancas #destiel #dean #cas #del's writing #spn fic #supernatural fanfiction #caskarass #userkels #castiellesbian #offbeattraxx #userpiss

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cutedemon576 · 11 months

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Fan art for @lunarshadow04 he's a bean!!!

#Fan art!#He's a bean!!#Hope you like it!!!!

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ghost-of-you · 2 years

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Anna’s 2k Celebration:

Stage Cashton for @calumsash

#5sos #stage 5sos #ch #ai #5sosedit #flashing tw #my edit #annas 2k celebration #this was surprisingly hard considering how much calum gravitates towards the drums on stage #i had to learn a new skill for this #cant wait to see where i can take this oskaoskaoskoaks #but i think this is cool #hope you like it!!!!#i even thrown in some syncing up action #5 seconds of summer #cashton #ashton irwin #calum hood

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fic-and-art-for-ships · 1 year

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Happy late birthday @nuvex ! 🎂🎉

#happy bday #celebrates #nuvex #hope you like it!!!!#lots of fun drawing

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Sam Wilson & Delacroix

For @mercurial-make-em-ups 💚

#sam wilson moodboard #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #marvel moodboard #hope you like it!!!!#some pics are from lousiana #the first one is out for ice cream vibes 🤭#selenes moodboards

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archxngxl · 7 months

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DARCY & LANDON (@wynterlanding)

"You drew stars around my scars..." ---

I OWN NOTHING BUT THE MOODBOARD! ALL IMAGES FOUND ON GOOGLE, PINTEREST ETC!

#you drew stars around my scars: darcy & landon #hope you like it!!!!

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and-stir-the-stars · 2 years

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Okay I have two requests and you can pick one:

A. Beast boy in a circus sideshow, sort of like he is in that future episode but outside of that canon.

B. Beast boy being experimented on in a science lab and the Titans rescuing him.

(I feel for your lack of beast boy content. It’s so hard to find anything but bbrae 🥲)

okay, remember how I said this fic was gonna be 3k, tops? uh. whoops.

Word Count: 10,324

Summary:

Beast Boy agrees to help out some medical research scientists with life-saving work, except he finds out the hard way that the scientists are lying about their intentions. The only thing they want is to experiment on him-- whether they have Beast Boy's consent or not.

Admittedly this fic is more about the scientists experimenting on BB than the Titans rescuing him, but if you're not satisfied with it, feel free to leave me another ask requesting a second chapter + whatever Beast Boy & Titans content you were hoping to see :)

#also feel free to leave another ask for an unrelated bb prompt at any time!#beast boy #garfield logan #teen titans #teen titans animated #teen titans fic #beast boy fic #garfield logan fic #angst #hurt/comfort #katswrites #hope you like it!!!!

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mistyfoxxy · 1 year

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY @agrebel18 ❤️💐🐝

#lol #hope you like it!!!!#Willow park #my stuff #sketches #happy valentinessssss #the owl house #it’s under a green light lol #if you want the sketch in regular light I can do that too!!!

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pattonflowerinnit666 · 1 year

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I've been working on backgrounds, and this one is based off of @viceduo 's @casinoroyale !! It's one of my favorite rp blogs, and I thought about what Quackity's room would look like!

#quackity #cquackity #bedrockverse #bedrockquackity #background art #hope you like it!!!!

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thedeathdeelers · 2 years

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hey @mouse-fantoms, something like this? (based on this post)

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He takes in a deep breath, his eyes locked on Julie’s face, desperate to prolong this moment even as the ticking of the clock kept getting louder and louder in his head.

They were running out of time.

Letting out an unsteady breath, Luke tentatively reaches out, fingers shaking slightly as he gently strokes the soft skin of her cheek. She leans into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the contact. The shaking steadies, and Luke finds himself reaching out with his other hand to tenderly hold her face in his grasp.

They stay that way for a moment, the calm before the storm, as he tries to memorise everything about her: from the curve of her cheeks, the shape of her eyes and the colour of her lips, to the warmth of her skin under his fingertips and the feel of her soft breaths against his face. Every little thing that makes her Julie; the girl who has come to mean the absolutely world to him in so little time.

If only they had been given more time, more certainty.

“Julie, I-” he starts, voice raspy with the weight of emotions coursing through him. “I just want you to know-“

Her eyes snap open at his words, fingers reaching up to cover his lips and stop him mid-sentence.

“No Luke, we’re not doing this. We’re not having this conversation now.”

“Jules-” he mumbles, lips brushing against her fingers.

She shakes her head emphatically, rushing to speak over him again. “No. You guys are coming back. This isn’t goodbye. I’ll see you again in a few hours and then we can talk.”

Luke sighs against her hand, closing his eyes and squeezing. He can’t take that risk — he knows both he and the boys will do everything they can to come back to her, but even if there was the smallest chance that he might not make it….

He needs her to know.

Nothing left unsaid. Not again.

Not with her.

He opens his eyes again to find unshed tears glistening in eyes staring fiercely up at him. He tightens his hold on her face, thumbs tracing the curve of her cheeks. Nudging her hand away, Luke finally allows himself to pour his heart out to her.

“Julie, I’ve had to die and live with the consequences of knowing what it feels like to have unfinished business — to carry the heaviest words with me wherever I go, reminding me of the mistakes and the missed chances from another life.” A few of tears escape from the corners of her eyes, and he catches them with the pads of his thumbs, wiping them away. “We’ll come back, Jules. I’ll come back to you. You know we’ll fight for our spot right here next to you, and there’s no chance in hell we’ll let an old relic in a cape take that away from us. But I need you to let me say this first. Nothing left unsaid; not this time.”

He stops for a moment, eyes solely focused on her gaze. He waits for a sign that she’s listening — that’s she’s ready to let him continue.

A slight movement, a shift of skin against the palm of his hands — a nod.

“I love you.” The words are finally out, hovering in the air between them, warm and light. He feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, knowing that finally, there was nothing left between them. No regrets.

He loves her. It’s simple, it’s easy. It’s how it was always meant to be.

“I love you so much, Julie. It’s like- I can’t even explain it. The way you make me feel — when you look at me, when you smile. The way your eyes keep me hooked, keep me breathless even when I know I don’t need to breathe. But then you open your mouth and you start to speak, to sing.” Luke shakes his head, a small smile curving his lips. “It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. You’re my favourite song, my favourite chord, my favourite melody. My favourite everything.”

Nothing left unsaid.

“You’re- you’re music to me, Jules. Always will be.”

More tears have made their way down her cheeks, leaving wet trails on her skin. He takes his time to wipe them away, his gaze never wavering.

She doesn’t react for a moment, only stared up at him with wide eyes. But then something shifts within her — there’s a spark building in her glittering eyes, and he feels like she might set his world on fire — and for her, he’d gladly burn.

She reaches up, hands coming to rest on either side of his face.

“I love you, Luke Patterson. I love you and I need you to come back to me. Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

All he can do is nod, his chest so full of love for the girl in front of him.

Leaning in closer towards her, Luke presses his lips to her forehead, letting himself linger. With his eyes closed, he takes a deep breath, breathing her in.

At the sound of someone poofing in behind them, Luke reluctantly pulls himself away.

“Uh, Luke, we- we gotta go. Willie’s saying we need to be there before Caleb gets back.”

Only looking up long enough to nod at Reggie, Luke reverts his eyes back to Julie. She looks scared, she looks worried — but that spark is still there, burning with determination. They could do this.

“I promise, I’ll find my way back to you — no matter what.” She nods at his words, his confirmation. “I love you.”

A small smile tugs at her lips for the first time that night.

“I know, I love you too.”

#the end???? bruh idk i’m so sorry i think this may be super OOC #but! it’s fluff! and it’s juke! and uh. it has the line #hope you like it!!!!#jatp #julie and the phantoms #my fics

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pizzacrustdisposal · 10 months

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@gender-haver, your photo dump - unhinged forest creature vibe

hope it's enoughhhh also i hope it shared the music folder >_<

For reference, he asked for photos that I enjoy that kind of fit an aesthetic. I added some songs and silly shit bc that's what I feel like fits me the best!

I definitely had in mind collecting bones, wandering through the forest, leaving chips of black nail polish and threads from torn clothes wherever you go, and kind of living as a cryptid in disguise? Idk if that makes sense, and I definitely didn’t capture it very well lol

#aesthetic #forest aesthetic #bones aesthetic #idk why im tagging #this is for only one guy #hope you like it!!!!#pizzacrustdisposal

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