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deliciousnecks · 2 years
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Will you listen to yourself? 'Cause maybe it's you who's actually not too sure about this wedding, and maybe you're the one trying to sabotage it by accusing everyone else of being against it. -- Can you blame me for being a little afraid? It's a big step for me.
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vinnigami · 6 months
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October 18 2023
“oh i don’t need the avian skill i’m sure seal gems work fine” <- this is the devil talking and he wants you to lose
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witchinatree · 3 months
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magnus protocol episode 3 recap
"this itch is killing me" not again.
welcome back corruption you are my least favorite <3
how do they just ignore the text to speech program slowly becoming more emotional and human like guys thats just a person in your computer (it is martin k blackwood)
"i think i've gotten most of the rot out and made enough to grow" i sighed SO loudly
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nighttimeebony · 10 months
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Have you ever rented a ship before? Like, you're introduced to a new ship and you're like, huh, that could be interesting, so you look at fanart and you read a couple fics to get a feel for the dynamic to see if you like it, and you don't necessarily ship it, but you also don't not ship it.
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scrapnames · 12 days
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SCRAP NAMES
when a person is done with their name, they discard it.
this blog is a project allowing trans and nonbinary people to give away their deadname or previously used name for others to take on as their own.
submission guidelines
⟐ this blog was inactive for several years, but it's now open for submissions again.
⟐ for easier navigation, i tag the first letter of the name, whether it's typically feminine, masculine or gender neutral, and its origin and meanings if provided.
⟐ names are queued, you may have to wait a while for yours to be posted.
⟐ if you picked a name on this blog and you'd like to let the person who submitted it know, feel free to send in an ask!
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xwonderlandresidentx · 10 months
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Miguel is absolutely gonna shift from being an antagonist, to being every single spider kid's grumpy uncle in the next movie
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I think an underutilized idea in 'teleporting into the Star Trek future' fanfic is just gaslighting the shit out of everyone.
Idk I just think it'd be funny to tell Spock or Picard that Cats: The Musical was a universally beloved classic that was considered the pinnacle of musical theater.
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thedarkmistress16 · 7 months
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Happy spoopy month!👻Here's a sus tones wip that I did not plan on expanding but it happened anyway 🤷
Yandere!Tony Stark x Reader- The Little Things (Fluff, Romantic relationship, Pet names/Endearments, Physical affection, Bonding, Yandere quirks, Nondescript reader, Early Iron Man era like 1 or 2, Watch out he may be OOC again AHhh) (Fic Warning- Short Oneshot)
gifs used not mine as always. Couldn't find a source for the second gif, tho.
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Striding into the lab where your partner is with exasperated purpose, you huff impatiently. “Tony, I can’t get this stupid thing off. The clasp has been slipping out of my hand for the past twelve minutes.”
“You were counting?” Tony quips in his rolling chair, closing out the live feed of the living area you just stepped out of. He spins himself around to properly face you and sighs dreamily, silently drinking you in as you continue to distractedly tug at the bracelet.
"I swear this thing went on no problem this morning…" You add as an afterthought, recalling how flawlessly you were able to latch it onto your arm in comparison. You don't remember jewelry being this finicky before.
"Really, now?" The man drawls, not moving an inch as he observes the locked bracelet plummeting back down to drape over your wrist for what feels to be the hundredth time at this point. “Need any help?” He innocently asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you.
You stubbornly refuse to meet his mirthful gaze even as you approach him and thrust your arm out. Tony chuckles before guiding you over to a clean table you can lean on while he fiddles with the delicate piece of jewelry.
You take in his appearance as the brunette busies himself with the metal chain, noticing his casual approach to the day- the circular illumination of his arc reactor being the most prominent sight over his charcoal tee of a rock band, and sporting some very faded denim underneath. You then look around the lab and spot a mug branded with his company’s logo where he was originally sitting, and you briefly wonder if your intrusion kept him from anything important. Judging from the haphazard state of the room, whatever he was doing didn't seem construction related, and his A.I. would’ve warned you otherwise, you supposed. You're about to voice this when you turn your focus back to the inventor in question, but the thought quickly leaves your mind when your eyes land upon the bracelet again.
“Why did you get me this anyway?” You ponder aloud, assessing the profile of your boyfriend’s knitted expression as he concentrates himself on his task. Even after four months, you still couldn't figure him out.
“Do you not like it?” Tony stops short, his head shooting up to look at you with concern already blossoming on his features. You’re quick to correct yourself with equally widened eyes, taken aback by his reaction.
“No! It’s lovely and easy to match with! I just-" you falter, averting your gaze. "It’s… too much work to put on all the time…”
It sounded stupid when you said it out loud, even if it was true. The clasp was having an infuriating tendency to lock up at the worst times as of late, but it's never been so egregiously problematic until this afternoon. You were planning on snapping the entire thing off with a pair of Tony's cutters if he wasn't in the lab today.
The brunette visibly calms, his features softening. “I’ll always help you out with anything you need.” He sounds casual yet resolute about it, but you can't help but find it unnecessary. “I thought you knew that by now. Dating a genius, billionaire, philanthropist superhero has its perks, y’know. You won’t see me judging you for enjoying yourself.”
You sheepishly look back, a weary smile painted across your lips. “I don’t want to inconvenience you-” He adamantly shakes his head, and the soured expression he dons has the rest of your words fizzle out on your tongue.
“Never,” he spits out fiercely, his attention dropping to the bracelet again, “you’re never an inconvenience.” You fall silent, unsure of what words to respond with, electing to watch him meticulously work instead.
Soon, with an almost practiced touch, the chain falls away as if he broke a magic spell. You're about to take your hand back, but Tony engulfs it in both of his. He meets your curious eyes with his own, expressing an unusual and calmed seriousness in his brows that gives you pause.
“Darling, I love your visits, and you look good in anything. Preferably, not at all.” He comments good-naturedly, flipping your wrist over to place a kiss on a protruding vein, and you try to hold back a blush at how intimate it felt. The gentle touch he exudes startles you, but not nearly as much as when he moves those caresses down to the reddened pads of your fingers. There, the calloused digits rub circles exactly where you ran the skin ragged multiple times over.
His gaze drifts over to the discarded accessory that tormented you, critically looking it over. "I can make some adjustments- some good, ol' Stark ingenuity and it'll be fresh out of the box." He contemplates the idea before quickly shaking his head. "On second thought, I'll whip you up a new one instead. How's that sound? Something with more style- I want you to dazzle the world, baby." He winks up at you and you can’t help but laugh as he continues at a louder volume, turning his attention to the rest of the lab. "Jarvis, buddy- make a note of this, yeah?"
"New note titled: ‘This, yeah?’ Done, sir."
Tony glares at the monitor across the space that just dinged to life with a new notification. "We'll talk about this later, young man." The overly authoritative way that Tony counters back has you trying to muffle most of your reaction at the banter.
"Duly noted, sir." The voice drones back unflinchingly.
"Ah-ah-ah, shush!" The brunette exclaims suddenly, "no more notes! You're in timeout, Jarvis. Mute." You had a feeling the A.I. would've had a comeback otherwise. Tony pivots back to look at you, his expression shifting the mood into something more sincere that quells the rest of your amusement. “I don't do this just for anyone, so don’t think you don’t deserve to be pampered. Whatever you need, I'm there. Even if it's for a silly little trinket.”
You mull the words over and nod, watching his goatee lift around his growing smile. Tony's other hand moves up your arm, creating goosebumps in their wake. He wordlessly pulls you closer to him, beckoning and waiting. You can’t find any reason to deny him, so you surrender yourself to his affections.
As you let yourself cuddle into the arms of your caring partner, the billionaire's attention falls back onto the table where your bracelet lies. The single, white-colored faceted gem engraved with designs that mimic his arc reactor starts flashing blue. Tony's quick to quietly snatch it up and pocket it in his jeans in one fluid motion without alerting you. The ever-whirring gears in his mind contemplate employing a more genuine metal this time, one that would prevent the device from chaffing your skin and deteriorating as rapidly as before. Maybe implementing a different locking mechanism as well, just in case. If he gets the blueprints done fast enough, it can be your half-year anniversary present.
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wickedsymphony · 2 years
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“Apologies, Dream, but the laws of Hell demand that I become his champion.”
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secretmellowblog · 2 years
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First chapter / Previous / Next  Webtoons/ Instagram /A03
I’ve been wanting to draw this chapter for a long time. New chapter next week!
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Does SpringDad have a current/favourite hobby? Something to occupy any time he might have to himself when the kiddos aren't around?
He loves cooking! But as a parent, he doesn't have the energy even when the kids aren't around, so he sleeps lmao
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someredfox · 11 months
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cowboys
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I made myself some ghosts friends. And while nothing will ever fill the void, they come pretty close. ❤️❤️❤️
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sbd-laytall · 2 years
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grimelven · 2 years
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random twitter replies but it’s da2…part 2
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and one for each romance route:
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or…
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(sorry if these come up blurry, tap for better quality just in case)
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ickadori · 3 months
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I KNEW IT WAS YOU!! OMG that scara x taller reader fic was soooooo freaking good 😩 literally a piece of art sjsjks you don't need to fuss over finding and reposting bc ive read it enough to practically have it printed behind my eyelids (plus i reblogged the og piece so i still have it somewhere technically lol) OMG i was such an active anon on your blog!!! Im so glad i found you again :D <3333
-choso's babygirl anon
OKAY so i think i found it?? i didn't realize this was dark content LMAO um. what if this isn't even the piece and you were thinking about someone else...loll but anyways here i hope this is it <3
cws for incest + fem reader.
Scaramouche found you annoying.
Your voice, your face, your mannerisms, the way you dressed, the way you styled your hair, the way you’d balance on the curb when you walked down busy streets filled with speeding cars, the way you’d sneak your fork into his plate during dinner and steal his broccoli (you didn’t even like broccoli, but you knew it was his favorite, and you were just annoying like that), and the way you’d make a point of showcasing just how taller you were than him.
When you found him in the kitchen, stretching for something on one of the top shelves (you put it there, he knows you did, even if you vehemently deny it every time he accuses you) you’d skip up behind him and snag it yourself, a giggle leaving you as you placed it on the counter in front of him and tugged at a lock of raven hair. Aw, next time just ask me to get it for you, Scara!
Other times, in public when some senile old person who was in need of a new pair of prescription glasses, or when some asshole wanted to be funny, would say “oh, taking your little brother to the park, are you? what a good big sister you are.”, you’d smile and nod like he wasn’t years older than you, and pat him on his back like he really was some stupid little kid going to play on the swings.
You always make a point to look down your nose at him when he’s said something to bristle your hairs, and he thinks that annoys him the most—you looking down on him, as if you’re not his shithead little sister that he bullies with his cock until she’s crying and making a mess in his bed in the middle of the night.
You forget your place too often, and Scaramouche enjoys forcing you back into it with raw strength (that you swore he had so little of) and mean, nasty words that make your lips tremble, your eyes glisten with tears, and your pussy cream and froth around his cock.
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“Scara—”
“Shut up.” Your cry of his name is silenced with a breathy snap, and you press swollen lips together as you weakly push at his flexing abdomen, the muscles there soaked with your arousal. “Just shut up.” He accentuates the command with a snap of his hips, cock forcing itself deep, deep inside you, stirring up your insides and battering against that gummy spot inside you that has your breath hitching and your eyes rolling. “You’ve been annoying me all day, so just shut up and let me,” he cuts off with a groan when you clench around him, “let me fuck you.”
His balls slap against the curve of your ass, and when you push at him again, whining about being too sensitive and him being too deep, he huffs out an angry breath and folds you up so you can’t do anything but take what he’s giving you.
“You’re a big girl, aren’t you?” His eyes, full of heat and anger, glare down into yours as he drops his cock into you, the messy sounds from your creamy pussy filling the dimly lit room. You whimper out a pitiful little ‘Scara’, and he leans down to mash his lips against yours. The kiss has too much tongue and too much drool, your mind too preoccupied with the way he stretches you out —even after all the times he’s fucked you, you’re still so tight and snug, and he has to spend more time than he’d like working to open you up enough for him to slip inside of you— and he bites at your bottom lip as consolation, wildly grinding when you sputter out a cry.
“Big girls don’t cry, you know.” He rasped against your mouth. “They just lay there and take it—let their little brothers fuck their pussies until they’re full of his cum.” You hiccup, pussy trying to milk his cock as you come for the umpteenth time, but he gnashes his teeth together and fucks into you harder.
He has no intention of stopping anytime soon—your annoying, childish taunts had went on unchecked for majority of the day, and now you’d make up for it tonight, forced to cream and drool around his cock until he fucked that annoying behavior out of you and reminded you, once again, just who stood tall at the top of this hierarchy.
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