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#slowly making my way through~
blushweddinggowns · 7 months
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"You look stupid as all hell right now."
"You look stupid as all hell right now," Mike snorted as he watched Robin touch up Steve's eyeliner, "You know that right?"
"It's called romance, you ass," Steve hissed, flipping him off while dutifully keeping his head still, "Who invited you anyway?"
"Your better half."
Steve rolled his eyes but he didn't correct him. He was right anyway, "Isn't it a school night? Are you allowed to be out this late? What would your mom think, knowing you were wasting your precious brain power on Halloween parties-"
"I'm in college you fucking dick!"
That struck a nerve. Steve smirked, good. The little shit deserved it.
"And done!" Robin announced before either of them could throw anymore insults, "I think you look good, way sexier than Tim Curry, for sure. Mike come with me to go get Nancy for a second opinion. You obviously can't be trusted."
Mike huffed, mumbling something under his breath before both of them left the room. Steve was pretty damn sure Eddie had sent him in as a spy because despite all of his reassurances, he still didn't believe that Steve was going to follow through on this stupid costume. But here he was, adjusting his fish net stockings while examining himself in the mirror.
He looked...decent. Which was better than he had been expecting. The make-up wasn't as cartoonish as the movie, something that he hoped Eddie would appreciate. In all honesty, Steve was going to take no criticisms for how he put the whole thing together, Eddie was lucky it was happening at all. Not that he would but still. Though if Steve had to guess, Eddie was going to be a fan. He better fucking be a fan, considering how he'd been asking for this forever.
They'd been together five years. Five fantastic, wonderful years. And four Halloweens with Steve laughing in his face whenever he brought up the Rocky Horror Picture show as costume inspiration. But this year...Steve didn't know. Eddie had just looked...extra desperate this time, needy in a way that Steve just couldn't say no to.
So now here he was, moments away from going downstairs to entertain all of their new and old friends for hours on end, all while wearing a corset.
The things he did for love.
"Knock, knock," Eddie's voice called from the other side of the door, like he could just smell that Steve was alone, "You decent in there Stevie?"
"Not exactly?" Steve called back, still frowning in the mirror, "But you can come in. Just lock it behind you."
Steve didn't look up when Eddie waltzed in, but he did hear his little sharp intake of breath.
"Holy shit," Eddie mumbled, bordering on a whimper as he came up behind Steve. He wrapped his arms around his waist, locking eyes with him through the mirror, "You look..."
"Stupid as hell?" Steve answered for him, smiling a little at how flushed Eddie's face already was. Damn, maybe this thing wasn't that bad after all if it could make him look like that.
Eddie shook his head, swallowing once before breathing out, "I was going to say beautiful. Gorgeous. Breath-taking. Extremely attractive-"
"Okay, okay, I get it!" Steve laughed, turning around in his arms. He wrapped them around Eddie's neck, pulling him down for a quick kiss, "I'm glad you like it so much. In fact, I'll even let you take it off later tonight."
Steve thought that would have been a good deal, but it made Eddie frown, "Later? But we can-"
"We can what?" Steve interrupted, "Have sex with all of our adopted children downstairs waiting for us? I don't think so."
But Eddie wasn't done begging. He was even starting to bring out the wet, puppy dog eyes, the manipulative little shit, "B-But I can be quick. I can fix your make-up after. I can-"
"Nope," Steve laughed, pulling away from him with a little smirk, "You made your bed. Now lie in it."
Eddie nearly looked like he was gonna cry, the little drama queen, "I...I didn't think this through, did I?"
Steve grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek before going to the door. He looked back at him, his smile getting a little bigger at the desperate look on his face.
Maybe he did look like an idiot in the bizarre get-up, but Steve didn't care. Not when it had Eddie rushing to follow him out.
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jaradraws · 4 months
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tasmyn muir: you should hate ianthe
me: i need her
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eyes-of-nine · 4 months
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early hualian dynamic my beloved(there's so much wrong with both of them but it's too early to get into it)
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industrations · 7 months
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Hello dear Indi!! 💖 I dunno if you're still accepting prompts, but Remus wearing a silk slip has been living rent free in my brain for ages.
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Hmmm good prompt 🤍
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xzyumi · 3 months
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SKYPIEA!!!!
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julnites · 3 months
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Yet another @yeehawpim comic collab 🩸 See Pim's layouts here!
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pretty-haunted · 4 months
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Opposing Forces
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kotaki · 6 months
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"As a hero of justice, you'll have to overcome many challenges, won't you Sakura?"
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snarkspawn · 26 days
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some KoD/Spirealm sketches
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moon-buggg · 17 days
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The kids in the daycare rope Sun into playing pretend. He, ever the thespian, takes it a bit too seriously.
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loopyart · 2 months
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Hux doodle 🫡
LoopyArt
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taitavva · 1 month
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another coggoro sae palace au that never panned out + dog :)
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yudol-skorbi · 6 months
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kitties
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theminecraftbee · 1 month
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solving counting sheep prompt thing: three and joe trying to work on some project together
Three squints critically at a post in the ground.
“Your measurement is off,” it says.
“Why, thank you. Your eyesight is far greater than mine, so I very much appreciate you correcting the marks I’m using to decide how big and close the moon is getting!” Joe smiles at Three. Back when Three had first met her, Joe had smiled big quite often. These days, even that goofy, meant-to-be-a-gesture smile is drawn and exhausted. Joe is not designed to run on minimal sleep the way Three is; Joe is hardly the only Hermit staying up until the middle of the night these days.
Blocks rise around them.
Three has better vision than Joe. Blocks rise everywhere.
“I still think we should try Mumbo’s missile again. Or we should try a bigger missile.”
“I am afraid that didn’t work the first time!” Joe says, finishing their sign adjustments.
“That’s stupid,” Three says.
“That’s just how it is. Besides, big problems like that are for big problem havers! We’re out here, collecting data for the people who might actually be able to do something about it.” Joe pauses, shrugs. “I mean, if they exist. They probably don’t.”
“I could torture a Watcher into fixing it,” Three says glibly.
“No, you said that wouldn’t work,” Joe says. “Also, that’s morally questionable.”
Three does not fidget. It trains its eyes on the threat it can do nothing about. It lets out a trill that, for most mortals, is terrifying.
Nothing happens.
“I can make everyone leave,” Three says, quieter this time. “With better plans than—”
“The season’s hardly over. Iskall hasn’t given me my badge yet. I’m not leaving until I get that,” Joe says.
“That is a stupid plan. Don’t be stupid,” Three says.
“Are you leaving?”
“Not until Mumbo does. Especially not until—Pearl should know better. She did not leave last time. She was—was sad. She should know that—I won’t leave until she does,” Three says, halting as it trips over emotions it doesn’t understand.
“Then let’s not have this argument again.”
“Will comply,” Three grumbles.
“Besides, this new moon data is fascinating. Why, at this rate—oh no! I might not even finish my castle! I think I’m going to go work on the walls again, just in case,” Joe says.
“Affirmative,” Three says.
“See you around! If you happen to See any solutions with those big eyes of yours”—and here Joe winks, incredibly unsubtly—“please, by all means, let us all know!”
He leaves.
Three looks at a line of signs across the ground, scattered markers of how small the problem was a month ago. It’s grown so big so fast, and Three has still yet to figure out how to neutralize it.
No one has any orders to stay. No one has any reason to. Three doesn’t understand why they’re still staying.
Three won’t leave alone.
Three, Three doesn’t want—
It would be sad if Zedaph’s sheep experiment had to end early. It should not be buried under moon rocks and rubble. It should be remembered.
That’s all.
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nyoomfruits · 3 months
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"i think i deserve a kiss"
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“i think I deserve a kiss”
People underestimate sometimes, Oscar thinks, how much of being an F1 driver is just waiting around. Sure, it’s hectic too, being dragged from interview to sponsor event to actual free practices, qualifying, the race. But there’s a lot of in between moments like these, standing in one of the endless winding hallways of the MTC, waiting for their meeting to start.
Lando is next to him, bouncing from one foot to the next. He’s even worse at the waiting thing than Oscar is, fidgety and impatient, and whenever left waiting too long he gets-
“Kiss,” Lando demands. He’s bounded over to Oscar and is leaning down slightly, practically shoving his forehead in Oscar’s face.
Annoying.
“No, Lando, come on. We’re in public,�� Oscar complains, glancing around. The hallway is deserted. It’s nearing 6pm, most people have already left for the day. Oscar and Lando are close to leaving too, just have to get through this one last meeting.
Lando pouts, wiggles. “Kiss,” he repeats, a little more demanding, a little whinier.
“Oh for fuck’s-“ Oscar cuts off, presses a quick kiss to Lando’s forehead, who beams. “There, happy?”
“Hm,”  Lando seems to consider it. Oscar prepares himself for the worst. “I think I deserve another.”
“Deserve,” Oscar says, flatly, raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah, for being like, the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.”  Lando’s smiling now, that shit eating one he has that means he’s going to get what he wants no matter how Oscar plays his cards. Horribly enough, he’s right. Oscar’s rather weak for him, unfortunately.
“You’re the only boyfriend I’ve ever had,” Oscar says, but dutifully presses another kiss Lando’s forehead, who hums happily and doesn’t press his luck for a third one, just rolls his head onto Oscar’s shoulder instead.
“Wish we could just go home,” he mutters into the fabric of Oscar’s hoodie, and Oscar smiles, reaches up a hand to tug Lando a little closer.
“Soon,” he says, and then presses another kiss to the top of Lando’s head.
Lando’s right, after all. He deserves all the kisses he can get.
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fuedalreesespieces · 3 months
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ranma and his star cap
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