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Okay the intrusive thoughts won, I ordered a lightsaber dildo
#if anyone wants to buy any videos i have available lmk im out 200 dollars because my dumb ass whats to see if this will glow through me#i did indeed let the wookie win#nerd in the streets#sith in the sheets#this is now my second most expensive toy#after the fuckey wuckey 3000
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Theres a new mom and pop coffee shop in Gotham that's doing pretty well. The place has a casual playful vibe but it only ever has one employee, which has lead to it having a bit of a urban myth status.
He's there through all the opening hours and no one ever sees him come or go, only the lights switching off and the teen disappearing.
It probably doesn't help that the shop has a ghost themed name.
His name tag reads, "Nightingale" and he always has a polite smile, but the few who dare to act out in his shop notice his eyes flash a particular shade of green and are suddenly overcome with the feeling that they're being stared down by a large apex predator and a sickening sense of dread.
Needless to say people behave in his shop.
Whats more is that his store shows up on county records just fine, but if you try to look into anything your computer glitches out and you can't find anything. Obviously "Nightingale" can't be the owner, he looks only 15. Some say he's a vampire, others say he's a zombie like Red Hood.
Tim doesn't care what he is because the first time he entered at night as Red Robin the guy immediately started making a coffee were he could see, made it exactly how he liked it and gave it to him before he even had the chance to order. Then he refused his money, saying it was on the house.
None of the people waiting in line argued or were upset and Tim was unsure if that was because he was a well known Gotham vigilante or it Nightingales reputation protected him.
Either way the coffee was delicious.
Tim didn't know how to feel when he found out his family was investigating the "possible runaway" who worked at the coffee shop.
#fanfiction prompts#prompts#coffee shop au#but he owns the coffee shop illegally#the bats are swarming him off and on#he likes Red Robin because hes nice and behaves himself#also hes a fellow coffee lover and nerd#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#tim drake#red robin#red hood wants to adopt but can't#batman wants to adopt but can't#danny keeps leading them on wild goose chases#batman: you are a minor. i could expose you#danny: then id be left to live on the streets#batman: you could let me adopt you#danny: id rather live on the streets#red hoods desire to adopt him grows after this
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Bakugou likes to remind you to breathe whenever you two have sex. It can get so overwhelming for you—the pleasure, the intensity, the intimacy, the eye contact that he never lets you lose. It’s a connected feeling, when you’re at the height of it all, the precipice of climaxing.
“Hey, hey, eyes on me, baby,” he’ll whisper to you, tapping your cheeks once, twice, gently to gain your attention. Your eyes flutter open, rolling once before they settle on his, whining when you catch a carmine gaze, filled only with a type of passion and adoration that it makes your hole clench around him.
“Breathe through it, will you do that for me, baby? Huh?” He talks to you like you’re some airhead and, in a sense, you guess you are at the moment. Only able to gasp, mouth dropping open for his tongue to swipe the inside of it, hands pawing at his shoulders and nape.
“Cmon, baby, breathe with me. Gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, watches how your eyebrows screw up, how your eyes struggle to stay open.
You’ve always had the bad habit of holding your breath when you orgasm, and Bakugou’s heard somewhere that breathing through it makes the feeling all the more powerful. And he’s been doing it with you ever since—pressing his chest to yours, his mouth against your own, his breath in, your breath out.
When you cum, you remember to suck in your deep breaths, eyes hopelessly rolling to the back of your head as you shake and tremble all over. Bakugou praises you the whole time though, groaning and whispering about how good you did for him, how tight you are, how you listen so, so well.
His own breath stutters as he follows you, toes curled against the mattress as his breath slows until his balls finally unclench and he can relax into your body. You’re both boneless in seconds, and you figure the mess can wait until you gain feeling back in your body again.
#I think I saw that in a video#that it intensifies your climax when you remember to breathe#which I need to do bc I always seem to hold my breath and then feel lightheaded after lmfao#anyway I love nerd bkg that looks up sex tips to help make everything better in bed#the thought of him wearing his old man glasses as he scrolls on a website#no private browser or anything#just raw dogging his search history with sex facts lmfso#the gc goes crazy if they ever catch wind of it#okay gn I’m sleepy and I feel so nauseous all of a sudden gelp#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬
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The world was moving a little slowly. That is, every time Lena moved her head, it took a few moments for the world to catch up with her, reality lazily seeping back to its correct position. Worse, every time she turned her neck, she could hear something in there slipping against something else, like two pencil erasers rubbing together.
This indicated that Lena was very drunk, and her reaction was to have another drink. She waved to the bartender, who caught her eye with a stern shake of her head.
She’d ditched Kara, Alex and the others earlier that night. She was tired of friends. Found family was exhausting. She just wanted to drink and wallow in her own misery, free to get so drunk that she’d have to hold onto the world without falling off, without the nerve-fraying risk of blurting out something big to the wrong person, like Kara. Especially Kara.
Because she had a stupid straight girl crush on Kara. Lena was such a stereotype.
“Gimme another shot of whiskey,” Lena demanded.
“No, lady. You’re cut off. The only thing I’m getting you is a cab ride home.”
“Eh, shcrew you and shcrew your cab,” Lena slurred. “I’d rather walk.”
Before he could protest, Lena slipped off her stool, somehow managing to not faceplant on the floor in the process, and started wobbling towards the exit. She was very drunk, she realized. The tilting gave it away, and the way everything was sort of funny, especially the patrons staring at her in mild alarm.
In her inebriation, it took her a moment to realize that the bar had fallen silent, except for the faint music from the overhead speakers. The only other sound, besides Lena’s ragged breath, was the thump of boot heels on the floor.
Lena, who had been staring at the floor to better avoid it, looked up.
“Supergirl?” said Lena.
Supergirl said nothing. Instead, with a weary, sad look in her eyes, gathered Lena up in her arms, scooping her right off her feet. Before Lena knew it, she was outside on a crisp November night.
“Hush now,” a familiar voice said. “Close your eyes. I’m taking you somewhere safe.”
Lena did as she was told, but said, “did Kara send you?”
The wall of muscle that held her tensed, and Supergirl swallowed. “Yes, she did. She’s very worried about you and was concerned that you skipped the girl’s night, so she asked me to keep an eye out for you while I was on patrol.”
“She’s so sweet,” Lena whimpered, and it turned into a sob.
“Miss Luthor?”
“Why do all the good ones have to be straight, huh?”
“Miss Luthor, I-“
“She’s so perfect. She’s an angel. She’s always there for me and she takes good care of me and she always makes sure I eat and stuff,” Lena sniffed, “and she’s so pretty. How can someone be that pretty?”
Supergirl tensed again. “Hush, now. It’s okay. I’m taking you somewhere safe.”
“I just wish I could tell her how I feel,” said Lena. “I know she wouldn’t like me back, but it just hurts so much to keep it in.”
“Then why don’t you tell her?”
“I don’t want to lose her,” said Lena. “I’d rather have her in my life and nurse my stupid crush than lose her altogether.”
“We’re here,” said Supergirl. “I’m going to put you in the bed, okay?”
“Okay,” Lena said, yawning. “I’m tired.”
“I know,” said Supergirl. “Here. Let me help you a little.”
With the hero’s help, Lena shrugged out of her jacket and kicked off her boots. She started to undo her blouse, but a firm hand stopped her, instead shoving a t-shirt and a pair of lounge pants into her hands.
In a confused blurr, Lena changed. Supergirl returned, pulling the blankets back and gently guiding Lena into the bed, every touch tender and soft, until Lena lay comfortably on her side with her head nicely propped on the pillows and a glass of water by her bedside.
Supergirl reached over and clicked off the light.
“Sleep, Lena. I’ll watch over you. I’ll always protect you.”
“Okay,” Lena murmured. “You won’t tell, will you?”
“No. It’s not my secret to share.”
“Good. I love her so much. I think I’ve been in love with her since the first time I saw her.”
Lena tensed as Supergirl’s breath caught. Lena could swear she was wiping at her eyes, even though her vision was blurred by booze and tears and the room was dark.
“You never know,” said Supergirl. “She might feel the same way. You’re pretty special.”
“Nah, she’s straight as an arrow,” Lena slurred out.
“Maybe she thinks the same thing about you.”
Lena laughed. “Me? Ha! That’s hilarious. Goodnight, Supergirl. Try not to fly too hard.”
Giggling at her own cleverness, Lena felt her eyes closed as she drifted to sleep…
…only to slam awake again with a lancing pain through her skull. The world was too bright, and it was too early, no matter what time it actually was. Lena slowly sat up, feeling every movement in her brain, and looked around.
It shouldn’t have been so bright in here, if for no other reason than Lena had blackout curtains. Very expensive ones, too. Except they weren’t there.
Because this wasn’t her apartment, or her bed. This was Kara’s place. How… had Supergirl brought her here? Why?
“Kara?” Lena said, meekly, as she ducked out into the loft.
She was stunned to see Supergirl sitting at Kara’s kitchen table, and further shocked to see Supergirl in civilian clothes. A pair of pajamas, as a matter of fact. Her golden curls spilled down over her broad back, and Lena’s eyes naturally followed the cascade down to the shapely form of Supergirl’s waist, then back up to her broad shoulders.
Supergirl, Lena realize, was wearing Kara’s pajamas. Pajamas that Lena had given her, powder blue flannel with little Chinese takeout boxes printed on them.
Supergirl stood up and turned around, and Lena twitched? Startled. As soon as she saw the glasses she realized that she’d mistaken Kara for Supergirl from behind.
They were both blondes, had similar builds, and they both…
I’ll always protect you.
Kara stopped in front of her without a word, expression both anxious and eager, as Kara fidgeted with her fingers, waiting.
Lena’s hands shook as they rose from her sides, and the hangover had nothing to do with it. Very gently, she grasped the frames of Kara’s glasses and slid them free, and stared into her eyes.
Kara took a single step forward, into Lena’s space- it was not an intrusion but am invitation.
“You should tell her how you feel,” she whispered. “She might feel the same way.”
“Oh God,” Lena whispered. “This is so embarrassing, I’m so sorry Kara, I should go, I’m so…”
Kara leaned in, lightly resting her palms on Lena’s hips, steadying her rather than trapping her. Lena continued to sputter until she felt the tilt of Kara’s head and the soft pressure of her nose and then the brush of soft lips on hers.
Lena had first kisses aplenty; she was no blushing ingenue. She’d long decided that the whole romantic notion of the first kiss was childish and silly, and there was nothing magical about it at all. Then Kara was kissing her, and all of it turned out to be exactly right. Kara kissed her so deeply, so perfectly, that she deduced that none of those other ones counted and this was her real first kiss. Or perhaps her last first kiss.
It was over too fast, leaving her lips tingling with desire and her breath short, her heart hammering in her chest.
“Is this okay?” Kara murmured, pulling back just enough to separate their lips.
“Uh huh. We better try it a few more times to see if I like it.”
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#supergirl fanfic#ficlet#supercorp sunday#identity reveal#dorky lena luthor#it’s cute when she’s girlboss on the streets and nerd on the sheets#confident Kara Danvers#Kara can make a move too#protective Kara Danvers
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Set in the snowy, folkloric woods, this cottage-core atmospheric, sapphic romance is the perfect cozy fantasy for a younger YA audience. Thank you so much to @pagestreetya for sending me a copy of the book! I can't wait to dive in!
A sapphic twist on the classic fairy tale Snow White and Rose Red, perfect for fans of Holly Black
The western wood is where Ro's father built their garden, taught her to forage, and told her tales of the faeries who live there—how to summon them, how to protect herself, and warnings of what they are capable of. Now, her father is gone, the garden has withered, and their family is struggling. Her mother and sister want to move into town, but Ro doesn't want to give up the memories of her father and his stories—or the charming village girl who shares Ro's love of the trees. The forest isn't ready to let Ro go either.
One winter night, on her way home from foraging, Ro encounters a bear attacking a fox. She fights the bear to save the fox's life, only to see the bear turn into a boy after her sister shoots him with an arrow. When the boy wakes, he has no memory of who he is—all he knows is Ro's name and that he has to kill the fox.
Ro never believed in the faeries from her father's stories, but she can't deny the magic surrounding her and that both the boy and the fox are victims of a faerie curse. She'll have to remember everything her father taught her in order to extract herself from this deadly game and keep her precious fox out of harm's way.
#pagestreetya #callforthafox #sapphicromance #storygramtours
#thebookferret#books#booklr#book worm#book nerd#book pets#book addict#book photography#bibliophile#ferret#ferrets of tumblr#pets of tumblr#wasabi#page street ya#call forth a fox#sapphic romance
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one.
wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
#q&a.#birdsong.#wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3#i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac-#in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai#after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really.#i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track.#and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy?#it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where#it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that.#how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love.#i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together.#i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too.#the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe.#so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc.#i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.
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Who trynna get their ass kicked in some street fighter?👀💖
#me#asks#girls with tattoos#personal#tattoed girls#altgirl#tumblr girls#inked girls#pale girl#gamergirl#arcade nerd#street fighter#gaming#arcade#goth bimbo#goth babe#goth gf
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Do you like play vídeo game?
#street fighter#street figther v#street fighter cosplay#cosplay cutie#cosplay girls#cosplaygirlofinstagram#street fighter cammy#cammy cosplay#cosplay#cammy street fighter#cammy#cammy fanart#sexy cosplayer#sexy nerd#18+ only#onlyf@nz
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doctor who human!au with multiple doctors but they’re all named by their numbers because they’re all trans and picked them out theirselves.
#they’re NERDS.#and then across the street lives their older neighbors. the normal sounding professor yana (<- also trans) and. War. (<- very obviously#trans.)#akdjjflfj i think if i wrote a fic like this i would genuinely just end up using their numbers as names#and give this as the in-universe excuse to do so. maybe they collaborated.#if they’re siblings in it then they definitely did#ten voice: you know we should probably also have normal names if we change our birth certificates. something people won’t raise an eyebrow#at just so that we can go stealth if we need to. || eleven voice (<- married a woman who named herself RIVER SONG.): sorry i can’t hear you#ive already changed mine and i gave myself sixteen new middles names#(thirteen: you know john smith isn’t a normal name right? it’s too normal. it’s suspicious. || ten: >:( || twelve: (the only person trying#to sleep at the sleepover voice) Please Shut The Fuck Up)#human!sibling!doctors au
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🎵We’ve been in a maze of love🎵
🎵And we are losing control to get away🎵
#konami please make a dance game with anzu as the main character 🙏#in my mind the plot of the game would be something like:#everyone visits anzu in NYC while she’s going to dance school#but then they all get forced into dance battles on the street instead of card games#almost everyone in YGO is an uncoordinated super nerd so the skill hierarchy would be completely inverted compared to the DM series#where everyone who really sucked at card games turns out to be ok to good at dancing#and everyone who was amazing at card games is absolute dogshit#the final boss would probably be otogi lol he definitely looks like he’s good at dancing#or maybe it would be pegasus??? he could ballroom dance lol#also i like to think that yugi would be the worst dancer to start with#but with the encouragement of anzu he becomes pretty good#sort of like what yugi did for anzu in DM ❤️#also im still on hiatus i just can't fucking stop myself from drawing ygo pictures 😭#yugioh#anzu mazaki#tea gardener#yugi mutou#yami yugi#atem#peachshipping#revolutionshipping#encourageshipping
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("Funny Nerd Superman Comics Style" Classic T-Shirt for Sale by Dunya Baris Cetin gönderdi)
#findyourthing#redbubble#superman#superman art#dc comics#dc comics art#art#illustration#illustrative art#illustrator#henry cavill#fun#funny#meme#memes#nerd#geek#nerdy#man of steel#man of god#street style#streetwear#street art#women's#men's style#men's fashion#For kids#kids#happy#happiness
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okay but like……….toxic Dabi that wants everything you two have built together to crumble so badly. not because he hates it, or is getting bored of you, but because the calmness that falls around you and your relationship with him is…..baffling, to say the least. he’s used to destruction and chaos and flings and heartbreak and angst. he’s not used to being invited in, to being welcomed, to being accepted, to being loved. it’s foreign, and it’s starting to make a knot form in the pit of his belly every time he’s with you.
he’s fucking you one night, rolls you over so he’s on top again, and gets this look on his face. you can tell by now what it is—he’s in his head again, wondering how he can fuck up your relationship this time. so you take it with a grain of salt when he opens his big, dumb mouth suddenly.
“What if I just trapped you right now? Just held you down, and came inside of you? Put a baby in you?” His voice is eerily quiet under the sounds of your skin slapping together, the squelching from between your legs. you only reach up to stroke his cheek, pulling him down to kiss him quiet, whispering against his mouth,
“If you wanna get me pregnant, then just say that.” You tell him, eyes fluttering open to watch his squeeze shut. “I can make an appointment with my gyno to start preparing my body for it.” You’re so reassuring, that it disarms him. Dabi only nods, quiet finally, and doesn’t pull out when he cums.
or other times, when you’re making dinner for him, standing in your brightly lit kitchen in your underwear and his ratty shirt. he watches you with his chin in his palm, that same look gracing his face. you can practically feel him burning holes into the already hole filled shirt, and prepare yourself for his questions again.
“I could just whisk you away right now, you know that?” He mutters, eyes never leaving your form, your ass that peeks out. “Put you in a basement, far away from here.” And you disarm him again, walking over to where he sits with a wooden spoon in one hand, the other holding a palm underneath it.
“You wanna move? My apartment is feeling a little cramped these days.” You mumble, offering the spoon to his mouth. Dabi watches you for a few seconds before he opens his mouth, accepting the spoon, chewing as he eyes you warily before swallowing.
“Where were you thinking of moving to?” you ask him, wiping the corner of his mouth as he glares at you. but he tells you anyway, that he’s been looking at houses a few minutes away from here, that he saw one with three bedrooms and a big backyard.
other instances include him telling you that he could chain you down and keep you at his side forever and you ask him, when do you want to get married? or, that you try to kill him every time you cook and you ask him, what flavors am I missing for you? or, when he hides his face in your neck and curses about how much he can’t stand you or your stability or your stupid face or kind words and you ask him, when did you realize you loved me this much?
#self destruction king#I hope this makes sense tho#it’s late and my head hurts lol#I just think he’d try to ruin something good since he’s not used to it#it’s a learning process with him tho#you think he genuinely hates you at first before realizing what he’s doing#what a nerd#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#dabi treats! 🍬#also ignore me saying I’m going on a writing hiatus this one time AKDJDKDJ
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It's fine, I'll wait...
#sketch#demidevilqueen#cammy#street fighter 6#sf6#street fighter#anticipation#listen im just really excited#cammy is probs my favorite character#but i dont think she's hot lmao#where all my nerds at#fgc
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I think there's untapped potential or at least untapped funny with having Eliza Masters not really know/interact with Ryu. Having it be a jealous pseudo-romantic rivalry would get kinda annoying but it'd be a little funny at first if she realizes that she's envious of her husband's best friend(?) and it's a man who doesn't know what cable is and has been wearing nothing but karate gis for all the time you've known him and it's probably been the same one this whole time too?? Does that thing ever get washed?? She's envious for like all of two weeks until she recognizes that he isn't coolly indifferent to everything and looking down on people he's just dense as fuck and doesn't know how small talk works. Ken's been talking him up for years about this one guy that he's totally close with and they're totally on a whole other level of friendship and Ryu's just eating peanut butter from the jar while Ken has been talking for an hour about his marriage (both are having a fantastic time enjoying each others' company) and Eliza looks on completely baffled.
#mostly just amused thinking about Ken inviting him over and Eliza realizing he's the biggest fuckin nerd ever once you've talked to him#alternatively you hear your husband talk about this guy nonstop and he ends up being some swagless autistic hermit without shoes#I hope they'd get along though#I think they would in a weird way#street fighter#eliza masters#ryu#ken masters#op back on her bullshit
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“FAIRY TALES ARE MORE THAN TRUE; NOT BECAUSE THEY TELL US THAT DRAGONS EXIST, BUT BECAUSE THEY TELL US DRAGONS CAN BE BEATEN.”
- GK CHESTERTON & N GAIMAN
A selective 18+ multifandom multimuse, crossover friendly with muses from ACOTAR, Wizarding World (Anti-JKR), Teen Wolf, Bridgerton, Stranger Things, Wednesday, Descendants, S&B and more.
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