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adhd-merlin · 9 months
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I am obsessed with this
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caguaydreams · 24 days
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boops might be gone but the experience will stay with me forever
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nextstopparis · 4 months
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obsessed with the scene in 5.02 where they’re crawling up that sewer or whatever thing. merlin is fighting for his life gagging every 3 seconds and arthurs just laughing at him
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LIKE??????
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emmyrosee · 8 months
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“Oh my god, this guy is soooo hot.”
Immediately in your peripheral, a spiky head of hair instantly whips towards you, golden eyes wide and curios when they stare intently at you. “Who?” Koutaro asks, voice hiked with only the slightest bit of jealousy.
“Oh, just this guy on my Instagram feed,” you say, as if trying to brush it off. Your eyes flick back to koutarou, who’s mentally going through your followers lists to see who you could be talking about.
“Who?” He asks again. You snicker and try to bite it back with a cough.
“Just- just this guy, like he’s sooooo handsome.”
“What guy?” Koutaro has now taken the liberty of crawling towards you, only rather than jealousy and panic, his eyes are now shiny with intrigue. “I want to see the handsome guy!”
You tuck your phone away and cock a brow, “you want to see him?”
He offers you a shrug, “I like handsome men too; why do you think I hung around Kuroo so much in high school?”
“Kuroo’s handsome?”
“You DONT think Kuroo’s handsome?!”
“No, I think Akaashi’s handsome.”
“No, Akaashi’s beautiful.”
For a moment, the man on your phone is forgotten as you stare at each other, brows quirked before breaking down into a fit of shared laughter, your head thunking against his chest while his arms tossed around you, keeping you close. When you both manage to control yourselves, he nudges you again, “come on! I want to see the eye candy!”
You finish your giggles before moving yourself and your phone towards him, but rather than an Instagram post or account, it’s your camera, flipped towards you both. Koutarou’s cheeks dust pink and he strikes a wild smolder at the camera.
“You’re right,” he says, whistling at himself. “That’s one handsome guy. Damn. He’s too handsome-“ he’s now taken the liberty of pushing back slightly to flex his arms and shoulders, “-devilishly good looking; bet he’s got tons of people falling at his feet, he’s so handsome.”
“More handsome than Kuroo?”
Koutarou scoffs and shakes his head, “way, way more handsome than Kuroo.”
With that, he quickly wraps his arms around you and tugs you close to smother you in kisses, wet and noisy along your cheeks and head, and in your fit of laughter and squeals, your thumb slips and takes more than a few pictures, full of laughter and squirms and they’re perfect. You couldn’t have asked for better pictures.
And it’s worth the explanation to Kuroo when Koutarou posts those same pictures hours later, with the caption “say I’m much more handsome than @vlblmngr, not as cute as @a.kaashikeiji”
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wtfforged · 3 months
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doodle from september that i colored, you guessed it, during dnd. my sanji-is-just-a-bit-taller-than-zoro propaganda also. zoro my beautiful prizewinning tomato plucked fresh from garden
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non-loser version bc i think he looks cuties on his own.
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lottieurl · 1 year
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something about jackie planning her life in a way that always included shauna and not realizing how those plans made shauna feel so unseen by her. something about shauna planning to get away and then after jackie's death staying rooted in the place that reminds her of jackie and with the people who will forever tie her to jackie and seeing her everywhere
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navnae · 1 year
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This is eating me up inside, I genuinely want to know why is Steve so okay with putting himself down and everyone just thinks it’s fine? Like no one questions why he thinks so lowly of himself even though he’s done a lot to prove that he’s more than what the show let on. I think it’s weird how in a conversation he’ll slip in comments about himself that are negative. I also think it’s so gross that he can’t have a moment of confusion without being disrespected and I know it’s supposed to be funny but at a certain point someone should really ask “is Steve okay?” I can bet money that the answer won’t be yes.
I also want to add how come Eddie (someone who doesn’t even know Steve from a can of paint other than school) find something nice to say about him and not put him down. This also adds to my list why I think steddie is real but that’s for another time
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mosaickiwi · 7 months
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Hide and Seek
950ish word Ren(dacted) drabble off a spicy hide and seek prompt from da discord except I didn’t do the NSFW ending because I’m cringe, my bad. GN reader.
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
Prompt: Playing “Hide and Seek" with Ren in his spacious apartment, except no room is off limits, and he has to wear a Ghostface mask while seeking you out. And if Ren manages to find you, he gets to fuck you. I'M SORRY
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Ren had given you fourteen minutes to hide. Fourteen much needed minutes to take stock of his pitch black apartment while he waited outside. 
You'd been overly thorough, going room to room, crossing off some spots and keeping note of others, both silly and serious—you were momentarily tempted to hang ass-out of the washing machine for a cheap laugh. At the moment, hiding in the shrine-turned-storage room was your top choice. It was piled high enough with stuff that you were sure you'd sneak by him to some other hiding spot if he tried to corner you. But just in case, you made your way into his bedroom to find another option or two.
You hurried across the room to open his closet door and turn on its light. The rows of hanging and neatly folded black clothes on either side of the spacious walk-in didn't give you much to work with; even if you crouched down, he'd find you in an instant. Maybe you would hide in the storage room.
As you flipped the light switch and turned around to do just that, the front door loudly slammed shut. Your heart sank. You were out of time. There was no way you'd make it to your hiding place now. Halfway panicked, you fell to your knees and slid as quickly and quietly as possible under the bed. An obvious cliche—but it was already too risky to leave the room. You thanked your lucky stars you’d closed all the doors on your way here. It’d at least buy some time.
With bated breath, you waited in the dark, heart practically beating in your ears. The noisy sounds of them opening and closing doors echoed through the apartment. You could clearly hear his footsteps as well. He wasn’t normally anywhere close to loud, so he was definitely making all that commotion for your benefit. You weren’t sure whether to appreciate it or not, thanks to your steadily growing fear mixed with anticipation.
The noises got closer much faster than you expected them to. You only pressed yourself tighter against the floor. It was impossible to see much in the dark, but not even a brief flicker of light showed through the gap at the bottom of the bedroom door. He wasn’t bothering to turn the lights on. You were a bit miffed that he knew the layout of his apartment this well.
A few more loud footsteps, and you knew he was just outside the room. The doorknob faintly clicked as he turned it. The door opened, but thankfully you didn’t hear it shut. You could feel his footsteps, heavier than usual, thumping against the floor. Barely visible, the toes of his boots came into view right in front of you.
“I know you’re in here, Angel,” sang his voice from above you, the taunting muffled by the mask. The bed slightly dipped from his weight as he began to kneel down. Your heart only beat faster against your rib cage as you tried to stay calm. Did they really find you that quickly? You silently cursed yourself for being so picky.
All of a sudden he seemed to change his mind. The bed shifted and he moved back into complete darkness, out of your limited field of view. You squinted, trying your best to keep track of him. But it didn’t do any good. His footsteps reverberated once again as he walked around the room. There was a faint creaking noise from what must’ve been the closet door, then the footsteps got the tiniest bit quieter and quieter until they stopped once more.
You had to take the chance while he was occupied searching the closet. Otherwise, they’d just come back to look under the bed. With your heart in your hands, you trembled as you inched out on the side furthest from the closet, getting ready to bolt. If you were lucky, you’d make it to the storage room. One deep breath, and you started to run like your life depended on it.
Except you didn’t get far at all. You reached blindly in the direction of the door as an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, then a hand clasped over your mouth to mute the absolutely terrified shriek you let out.
“Y’really thought I’d gone in the closet, huh?” they laughed from behind while you struggled for a moment. “Of course you’d try to run.” 
The rather violent thrumming of your pulse seemed to settle in his embrace. He moved his hand away from your mouth once you stopped flailing, and you heard fabric and rubber rustling as he took off the mask. You forced yourself to speak—in spite of the adrenaline still coursing through you, “I thought… I thought a chase would be more fun.”
His arm still around you skimmed low on your stomach before his other hand came to toy with the hem of your shirt, making you tense in excitement. “It would be fun, but we’re not in a movie. Can't make things that easy f'you,” he teased, along with placing a soft kiss to your temple.
You were thankful not to see whatever smug face he had. "You could've humored me a little bit." Your prep time felt like a waste, so you really wanted to put up a better fight.
He pulled you closer in response. The press of his body against you served as a crystal clear reminder for how your little game was meant to end. Eerily confident, his words took a moment to sink in when he began to push up your shirt, lips lingering at your ear to whisper, “Sorry, Angel. You aren’t ever getting away from me.”
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beybuniki · 5 months
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all might skins on fortnite???
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totallylegitlion · 2 years
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Marc and Steven trying to figure out why they keep having black outs
Marc: hmm
Steven: hmm but in British
Jake: hmm but in Español
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dippubear · 23 days
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Almost at the end here is Q-T
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buttered-toasty · 6 months
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Might as well write this post while I wait on the bus
“What the hell do you need photos of the inside of a van for” -my roommate, one month ago
Also colors for this one were picked from the palette of this song’s album cover
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usertimothee · 6 months
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oh, i remember.
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emmyrosee · 7 months
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random thoughts #4 (14:44)
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Every Tuesday night, bakugou comes over to get his nails painted.
It starts completely begrudgingly, originally only starting because your room smelt like acetone and it was creeping into his room- somehow, some way, and you’re pretty sure it wasn’t actually, he just wanted to come over and start some shit. You'd merely sighed and told him to mind his business.
"Who shit in your cereal?" he'd snarled, and when you just scoffed and started to close your door, he jammed his foot in, "you are so not shutting me the fuck out. be so fuckin' for real."
"as fun as you think this conversation is," you begin, having mercy on his foot and opening the door, "I just want to finish my nails and go to bed. please."
he snarls and looks into your room, then back at you. "something happened."
you shrug, "nothing bad. just not happy. don’t have to be happy all the time, no one knows that more than you.”
"you're upset, no matter what it was." his voice is softer now, and he takes a deep breath in before crossing his arms and blinking at you slowly. "you want some company?"
"no," you say flatly before moving to close the door. once again, his foot jams in the way.
"hang on," he says, grunting. "you... you shouldn't have to be upset and alone. been there, fuckin' blows."
"and why would you, the impenetrable bakugou katsuki care about me being upset?"
"well, for fuckin' one-" he gestures a hand around, "i smell fuckin' popcorn and nail polish and fuckin' sprinkle fart coming out of here, and it reeks."
you tuck your tongue in your cheek to hide your laughter.
"and two-" this time, his eyes meet up to you. He struggles briefly to find words, mouth opening and twitching as he struggles to find them. “I’ll… let you rant while you paint my nails.”
The both of you quirk your brows as if you don’t know where the words came from, but you decide this was better than having him lecture you about the importance of friendship or some shit.
“Bakugou,” you sing, and he grits his teeth. “Did you come over for me to paint your nails?”
He takes a deep inhale through his nose to calm down. “Sure did. If that will make you feel better.” He’s fuming. You’re finally starting to relish in this a little more.
You shrug, “who knows? Maybe it will?” You step to the side to let him in. “You wanna find out? Maybe it’ll get a stick out of your ass too.”
Bakugou snarls one more time at you before stepping into your room. “Smells like shit.”
“It’s acetone.”
“What’s that for?”
“Taking off nail polish.”
“But you don’t have nail polish on.”
“Not anymore; sit down bombshell, and give me your paws.”
And even though he kicked and screamed the whole time as you tore up his unkempt cuticles and cleaned them with the acetone, he was able to finally shut the hell up as you hook him up with a deep, solid red to match his eyes.
“How’d you get so good at this?” He asks.
“Don’t touch anything; and I’ve just been doing it a while.” Then you shrug, “and I’ve been painting Shinsou’s nails since he got here.”
“MINDREADER?!”
“He asked. You didn’t.”
“Never again. You go to me. Fuck him.”
You smirk, “you jealous?”
He doesn’t say a word. But from then on, it was just Katsuki coming to knock on your door every Tuesday, plopping on your floor and letting you paint his newly grown nails, be it in silence or you two talking about your thoughts.
You’d never expect him to be such good company 🥺🩷
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konigceo · 2 months
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hmm thinking abt könig who's just a pathetic guy n he loves his lil häschen so much ♡ like he'd do absolutely anything for his love ! he loves you so much to the point he'd get on his knees for you !! he'd have his head in ur lap, begging for you to let him lick n suckle on ur puffy clit !
he trails kisses down your soft thighs n looooves when your legs squeeze around his head ! you guys can hate me but könig is a man who cares about your pleasure over his and will (unintentionally) overstimulate you from the amount of attention you're getting ♡ he'll always let out these pretty moans like he's the one getting head.
i know for a fact that he gets soooo hard whenever he goes down on u !! that one lyric from touch tank ??? yeah that's him ! his eyes roll back a little when you grind into his mouth, it gets him so so so worked up n makes precum dribble down his cock :3
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evilkaeya · 8 months
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domestic skk
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