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cocobirde · 4 months
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lol i forgot to post these
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triona-tribblescore · 2 months
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Fuggler Mikey says hi
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H-hi *holding him at arms length*
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theyhateke · 7 days
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big niccas hear my size or see me and go ‘yOu JuSt LoOk So FrAgIlE, i MiGhT bReAk YoU’
mayneeeee tf you talking bout it for, reset my shii back to factory settings mode then gangsta🤨
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dylanconrique · 2 months
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ya know, whenever tim does finally meet lucy's parents i sincerely hope that like the gentleman he is he insists that he cooks for and host them all so i can witness him getting increasingly more upset with the way they're berating their daughter, to the point where he just can't take it anymore and practically throws their asses out, because like hell you're gonna talk to her that way, not in my house!!
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little-bumblebeeee · 1 month
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hey! would you mind doing dustin x fem!reader...? about anything really, i just need more fics of him because i love him and i barely ever see any
phew, sorry, life got my ass before I could start this lmao. I got sick again but luckily my new house doesn't have nasty shit in the walls so let's hope this gets better 👍
Anyways, have some awkward teenage flirting and confessions with 641 words ♡
You only said yes when you were asked by a teacher if you wanted to sign up for camp Know-Where because you thought she said camp Nowhere, but next thing you knew you were on a bus full of nerds. Like, textbook nerds. The kids behind you just kept going on and on about science stuff and it gave you a headache. And when you turned around to tell them to shut up, you met Dustin.
Now you can't seem to shake him away from you, even a year later.
"C'mon, just sit in on this session to see if you like it!" Dustin says, trying to convince you to get into d&d for what seems like the millionth time in the span of this short year in which you've known each other.
"For the last time, I have better things to do, Dustin. Speaking of, you have a book report that you can't afford to get an F on if you wanna keep a good grade." You remind him, sticking a finger into his shoulder, watching red bloom in his cheeks as he rolls his eyes and walks past you into the drama room where Hellfire is held. Unfortunately, even though you prefer being alone, you don't like going places by yourself, so you have to jog to catch up with him.
You've never seen him like this before, his eyes wide and lips parted just barely as he listens so intently to Eddie's theatrical speech, you think not even a tornado passing through would shake him. You sit away from the table, watching as he yells and cheers, going through the most colorful range of emotions you've ever seen.
And when they win, who does he go to? Straight to you, taking you in his arms and squeezing tight. "So!?" He says over the yelling of his fellow Hellfire Club members, a big smile on his face. You just shake your head, letting the boy drag you outside along with Mike and Erica, the promise of his mom paying for pizza being what lures the other two, but it's Dustin that seems to capture your focus. He always seems to do that for you, doesn't he? Even in summer camp.
You've been to Dustin's house countless times, but none where him and Mike are arguing over a pizza and character sheets. The phone has rung about 4 times, his mom calling because Mike has to pack for California to see Will and El for spring break, but the boy just refused to pack on time. When he finally does leave, it's just you and Dustin.
Just you and Dustin.
You'd be lying if you said you weren't scared. Not of him, but of yourself. You get this terrible horrible feeling in your chest that you might say something stupid and mess this all up, but it seems like Dustin is one step ahead of you.
"Hey. Hypothetically, what would you say if I.. asked you to the movies this weekend. As a date." He asks you with a slight tilt of his head and a nervous smile. You can't believe your own ears. It's not like you're some science nerd or d&d fanatic like he is, so why you? You don't bother to ask, just grateful this is happening in the first place.
"Hypothetically.. I'd say yes." You reply, your shaky hand finding his own. You hate all this awkward eye contact but you can't seem to look away, not when his eyes seem bluer than normal– god, when did they get so blue?
"Cool.. cool. So.." He starts, trailing off as you nod.
"Yeah. Uh– sure." You say a little too quickly. You're both just laughing a little now, this is just too awkward to take seriously.
But now you've got a date this weekend. And you feel pretty damn good about it.
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the-eldritch-it-gay · 7 months
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The abandoned house by camp wasn’t what most would call romantic, but compared to the hells or a bedroll in the wilderness, it felt like a mansion. A month ago, Karlach could never have pictured herself like this, curled up on warm furs before a fireplace, head pillowed on someone’s shoulder, legs tangled together.
Since entering these Shadow Cursed lands, Majexatli had been… different. Not all bad, hells, Karlach could finally touch them, feel their body. She even got them to laugh, giggle, even, picking them up and spinning them around with utter joy. But they were quieter here, in the hazy darkness of the shadowed lands they looked older. 
Karlach hadn’t quite noticed their grey hairs before, or maybe she only noticed now that she could run her fingers through their hair, trace the lines of their face. There were newer lines too, fresher scars, streaks of blood that never seemed to fully wash away. It made sense, since entering these lands, Majexatli had thrown themselves into battle more—they had avoided it whenever possible before, and they still did avoid it, but when it happened now they didn’t hesitate before letting wildshape overtake them and jumping into the largest hoard of enemies they could. 
A few days into traveling here they returned to camp and went straight to Volo, let him drive a bloody ice pick into their skull, through their eye. Majexatli was a healer, a medicine person, they knew better than anyone at camp that Volo’s idea wouldn’t work, they knew the tadpoles were protected from removal, they had spoken at lengths with Omeluum in the Underdark about it. 
It made Karlach wonder what they had wanted to happen.
Even a blessing from Selûne or that pixie seemed like it couldn’t reach far enough to banish whatever had settled deep inside Majexatli, something bone-deep and older than the whole tadpole thing or Karlach’s infernal engine.
Karlach saw Majexatli continuing to collect infernal metal, adding books on smithing and the hells to their collection of medical and magical texts. She knew it would happen, ever since she met them she had seen them time and time again cling to hope in situations where they were none, refuse to give up even on lost causes. Not from bright optimism, no, the promise of a better tomorrow was something they held to with bloodied claws. If the sun disappeared, Majexatli would spend the rest of their days forcing themselves to wake early, dragging themselves through mud and shadow to the top of a hill, fighting tooth and nail, just so they could watch the horizon and wait for a dawn that would never come. 
Gently running her fingers over their chest, she watched the steady rise and fall of their chest, tried to memorize the feeling of their skin, all the freckles and scars. Majexatli had done the same earlier, lips tracing over the whorls of her burns and harsh lines from swords. As Karlach’s mind and fingers wandered, hand came to rest over Majexatli’s heart and the scars over it. The scars there felt so deep, healing magic seemed to do that sometimes, as though new skin was simply placed over a wound rather than filled and knit together by the body. She idly dragged her fingers along the edges of the scar, sleep slowly creeping up on her when she felt them stir suddenly, a tensing of their muscles.
“Shit, sorry, did I hurt you—“
It took them a second, remaining tense as they fought off the sleep before she felt them relax again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that their other arm had shot out, grasping at the empty space there. For a weapon, Karlach realized, usually they slept next to their quarterstaff and a dagger.
“No, it’s alright. I don’t have much feeling in any of them,” They moved their head just enough to press a kiss to Karlach’s forehead, “Sorry if I startled you, I was probably just dreaming,”
She felt a smile against her forehead. Looking into their eyes, though, they seemed dulled by more than just sleep, they were unfocused, creeping on distant.
“What’s on your mind?”
They were quiet, avoiding her eyes.
“This… this is— good, please don’t ever worry otherwise, you mean the world to me, I’d kill Zariel herself if you asked. It’s just—“ They exhaled, “This is… new. Intimacy.”
Karlach stilled for a moment, “But—Lae’zel? Astarion? Wyll?”
“Lae’zel wasn’t exactly there to cuddle and there weren’t any emotions, which was fine, I didn't expect anything more. I’ve never actually been with Astarion, he offered but it didn't feel like the best time. And you know I haven’t gotten that far with Wyll yet,”
She did know about Wyll, he had even asked her for advice on planning something romantic with Majexatli. And Lae’zel, well… it was hard not to notice the times with Lae’zel dragging them away in the night, and the state of Majexatli the next morning—though things seemed to have cooled between them now. Astarion… she wasn’t quite sure what was going on there, but the bite marks on their neck were made fresh every few days.
“Is this too fast?”
“No! No— it’s just… new,” They lapsed into silence for a few moments, looking up at the ceiling, “I’ve been sleeping alone for… probably… a decade and a half…”
It caught Karlach’s attention, that. Rarely had they heard Majexatli speak much of anything before the Nautiloid. Wracking her brain, she could only think of a few times, briefly alluding to druidic training, to traveling, moments outside of cities. Never any mention of people.
“You’re in good company, you’re the first person I’ve touched in a decade,” Karlach hoped they could pick up on her sincerity, the underlying sentiment.
I know what it’s like being alone, we don’t have to be alone anymore.
“You were in the hells and had your engine. I was just… alone. My scars didn’t actually prevent me from getting close to others,”
Karlach paused, furrowing her brow.
“Are they related?”
“Hm?”
“Being alone and your scars?”
Majexatli seemed lost in thought for a moment, already starting to drift back asleep.
“No… not—Not in the way you might think, no,” they managed, eyes drifting closed, “He didn’t give me these scars, not really,”
“He?”
Karlach looked up at Majexatli, but they had already fallen asleep.
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jays-supersonic-dynamo · 11 months
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haven’t stopped thinking about this scene. my god. hugs
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candycatstuffs · 2 years
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been playin kirby and the forgotten land recently and contracted little guy brainrot. Havent finished so no spoilers
second pg was done with @kingprinceleo
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limpfisted · 6 months
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vibe check!
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clickityweasel · 4 months
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made and destroyed a friendship at work today
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chappellrroan · 3 months
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me doing anything to my playlists: 🥹😍🥰❤️🩷🩶💜🤎🤎🖤💞💓💕🫀
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souporsaladnatural · 1 month
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ok I will. quite possible regret this. but what's something in supernatural that makes u guys really irritated when u see someone who is, in your opinion, misinterpreting it?
Please dont be pissy at each other in the notes I'm just curious 🙏
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inhidingxoxo3637 · 9 months
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Dilf of the century
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dad-dumpster · 2 years
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finally droppin dis (u_u)
if mr.tumblr takes it down its on my twitter just in case
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gurorori · 8 months
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ok i think i overdid it jus a lil bit but n_n i likes it.
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