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comfortless · 1 month

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God könig and his only worshipper who doesn't try to get him more followers cause she wants all of his attention on her

another strange vaguely Greek/Roman au?! ^^ (also to your other message: no worries!! being too nice would make me lazy!) this prompt is like a reversal of this and i am here for it!

content/warnings: suggestive, König may or may not have killed some guy no big deal..!

It isn’t as if he bestows great blessings upon you or grants your deepest, most guarded wishes…

It’s just that he’s lovely in all forms: the very apex of some marbelesque, masculine statue made flesh. Warm to the touch and so very real and alive that it was difficult to focus on worshiping him proper when your very being sang for him.

He’s probably only some great god of war, Ares, but without the long list of lovers and offspring - only you. There was nothing that he could do to benefit you much, just a humble citizen that had no need of taking up a weapon…

Yet he was so heart achingly beautiful with the docile look in his eyes, the contrast to his stature that bore the look of a proper hunter, you could not keep yourself from returning to him.

All of the other men in the city pale in comparison to the god you pray to, nestled up in the foothills where you make your trek day by day to speak… knowing that nightly he comes to you in dreams with little glimpses of futures or pasts: the things you can not comprehend yet those in Olympus could parse together with such ease.

As his only worshiper, you are never apart for long.

He descends that mountain each time to meet with you in green meadows with the gentlest look in his eyes.

He has no temple in which to pray to… but, you’ve made a temple of your own within yourself all for him. He knows it, knows well when you pray at your feet and he sheepishly orders you to stop that, stand, face him, and he would lend you his mighty weapon any day if you would just ask for him to use it.

Your god deserves and army of men to fight and scramble for his favor, a harem of women to tend to his needs… but the thought alone is enough to leave bitterness on your tongue.

You don’t want to share him, only savor the honeyed words and touches between the two of you, never muddy what is sacred with another’s prayers or offerings.

… Are yours not already enough?

You only find out that they most certainly are the day a suitor begins his arrogant courtship and… within that very hour he is no longer. A stray spear from the pit pierced right through him…? What a strange way to go out. You don’t even think to question it until you find yourself meandering through soft grass for your meeting with König.

He’s a warrior, too, he should know the intricacies of how a weapon that heavy might rise up on the wind just to strike some poor, silly man down before he could even take your hand and lie with you.

You tell him of this odd occurrence whilst you whittle away at a tiny carving of him with a paring knife, König sat just adjacent to you.

First, he tells you that a blade meant for herbs and vegetables is no good for wood. The dull blade is pried from your hands with ease and tossed aside into the foliage surrounding you both. No need for little idols when your god willingly comes down to grace you, anyhow…

Then, he tells you that… it isn’t fair for you to have eyes for any other. Is his presence not enough? Is he not stronger and more capable than any of your puny, mortal men? He could protect you, haul you up to Olympus and make you his bride, give you as many children as you want… Wouldn’t you like that more?

Your stare is so telling, hands shaking as you set the unfinished figure aside, and the words do not come, not when the look he gives you goes from adoring and sweet to near deadly in an instant. It’s the first time he’s offered to bless you with anything but bloodshed in your favor… a peculiar promise of love in return for your selfishness and gifts of milk and honey…

“I do not think I am worthy of that…” The words come tumbling, clumsy and weighty on your tongue. Could he detect the yearning there..? Surely he knew with the way he invaded your dreaming, and even now as his hand finds your shoulder to push you back down into the soft bed of the earth.

“You wish to make yourself worthy, little one..?”

You only nod, once, as your heart finds its way into your throat and your robe is torn away to flutter out with the wind.

#this is so short… apologies!#putting König in these scenarios is so fun but my well is running dry someone spare me a bucket…#^^’#they fuck or whatever do i need to type it this time.. (shaking like milk)

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raindropsyndrome · 1 year

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So, no one will headcannon that Donnie would be thrilled to help raise a kid? No? 🤨

Alright then… I’ll do it myself

#no literally have you guys SEEN this boy?? He wants a kid so bad it’s not even funny #you know. sheldon + that bed from the short. His techbo #also I apologize I’m doing my best with what I got. which is paper- a pencil and my brainrot #art #my art #my artwork #sketch #sketches #sketch dump #rise of the tmnt fanart #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fan art #rottmnt #rottmnt au #OH MY GOODNESS SHELDON AND CJ COULD BE SIBLINGS I NEED TO GO. NOW

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harmonictechnicality · 1 year

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Eddie develops a strange habit after sex. It’s not exactly cute or romantic or nice. Nothing bad either. It’s just… well, Steve isn’t too sure what it is. But every time, it’s the same damn thing.

He collapses onto Steve’s chest and says:

“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”

Usually, Steve is still recovering from the fucking downpour of post-orgasm endorphins. So he doesn’t question it. Hell, he stopped challenging Eddie’s tolerance to geek out months ago. Dude holds fantasy knowledge in his brain better than he holds his liquor.

Which is saying a lot.

Anyways, Steve never has the mental capacity to react or respond. Instead, he runs his fingers through Eddie’s sweat-soaked hair for awhile. Scratches out little patterns on his scalp because it always makes Eddie go limp. Quiet.

Quiet is a rarity for him. And while Steve is totally weak for Eddie’s chattiness, the quiet can be nice too.

The only reason Steve finally decides to ask about it is because Eddie slips up. Says it before they have sex.

Steve is against the bedroom door, his nails dragging down Eddie’s back. God, he loves this kind of kissing. The lung draining kind. The type that’s sort of filthy from all the heat and grinding.

Eddie hasn’t marked him up this bad since that time someone at work noticed his neck. Asked if Steve was having an allergic reaction during an office-wide meeting.

And this is going to be even worse. Steve can tell by the sounds and the soft pricks of Eddie’s teeth. He can tell by how long Eddie spends over each spot, like the bruising skin needs more attention than the rest of him. Like licking them over will make the colors last longer.

The damage has been done. Really no point in stopping him when it feels so fucking good. Steve forgets to worry about how mauled he’s gonna look tomorrow because his head is swimming with Eddie’s lips on his neck. His collarbone. His chest.

That’s when it happens. That’s when Eddie’s strange habit makes an early appearance.

He kisses over the blistery mess he made, practically growls the words out this time:

“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”

“Okay, time out.” Steve says. Heaves some air back into his lungs. Pulls Eddie’s face up before he can continue making Steve look like goddamn target practice.

Eddie blinks a few times. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” Gonna have to wear fucking high-collared shirts all week, but whatever.

He’ll bring that up some other time. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Saying what?”

“That… thing.” Steve barely can spit it out. It’s like his throat is physically rejecting the nerdy shit he’s about to say. “You keep calling me… a cyborg or something.”

“Oh that.” Eddie sighs. Casually shrugs to one side. “It’s your fault actually.”

“How is it my fault? I don’t even know what fucking language you’re speaking.”

Eddie walks over to the bed, chanting Steve’s name over and over. Definitely not in the way Steve prefers him to chant his name. Very un-sexy chanting.

“Remember that day you asked me to grab your car keys?” He asks, patting the bed for Steve to join him.

No. “Kinda?”

Steve hesitates before walking over. He didn’t necessarily wanna stop their primal makeout session. But it was bound to lead to the bed at some point, so…

Just not like this. Not talking while fully clothed. Blech.

He sits next to Eddie. Hands awkwardly fidgeting in his lap.

“Well, I couldn’t find them.” Eddie admits. “So I ended up going through your desk drawers.”

Of course he did. Perpetual snooper.

“Ended up finding a binder full of medical records.”

Well shit.

Steve’s throat tightens. Swells around the sudden guilt he feels for keeping this from Eddie.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a metal plate in your head?”

“Dunno. Hardly even remember it.” That’s only partly true. Steve doesn’t remember the surgery or much of the recovery process. He was only a kid when it happened.

But he does remember the hospital smells. He remembers the sounds of his IV bag dripping throughout the night. All the sensory indicators are still fresh in his mind.

“Well, that’s why. You're part-machine.” Eddie points to Steve’s head, expression softening. “And every time we fuck around, I think about your bionic skull. And how glad I am that it keeps your brain from leaking out when I bend you over the way you like it best.”

Steve laughs. The jokes help lighten the mood. Not enough to replace it entirely, but enough for it to be easy to swallow again.

They’re both quiet as they get ready for bed, folding the covers down. And yeah, sometimes quiet can be nice. Just maybe not right now.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

Steve stares hard at the pillows. “Are cyborgs like… cool?”

Eddie pauses for a moment, then hops onto the bed. Starts crawling over to Steve with a smug grin. He lifts up to meet Steve’s lips. Kisses him sweeter than normal. Lighter. Starts nodding his head mid-kiss, keeps nodding as he breaks away.

“Yeah, babe. Cyborgs are so fucking cool.”

#steddie #steddie fic #hi it's very late and this is very short #but I had to get it out before sleeps so here you go #so apologies if it's riddled with mistakes #I just missed writing lovebites #and this is the hc that keeps me sane knowing how many concussions Steve has had #like this is how he keeps recovering so quickly from all of them idkidk #okay please enjoy and have nice day xx

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queenofinys · 1 month

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swinging by my neck from the family tree so that's how we will survive. by being harkonnens.

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 5 months

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how about that uhhhhh Fantasy Julie. she gets her sword <3 no one can take it from her <3

rambles:

SIKE you get an extra, lower quality doodle

SIKE AGAIN here's the rambles

yeah... i caved and gave her a tail... I'm Not Sorry! it's cute! i wanted to stick with her sorta flower motif - it's stronger in her princess look, since I imagine that when she was part of the royals she was very blatantly flower power based. it was her Thing!

but a Julie free of her noble shackles... she deserves her big sword. like yeah, she has flower magic, but who needs it when she has a Giant Blade??? on the royalty vein, and if we're classifying "rainbow monster" as a species, i feel like horn size/curve would be a status symbol of some kind. maybe Julie would have kept her horns filed short. but if she ran away from that life... longer horns! i like to imagine that they'll keep growing until she has a pair of Extra Weapons attached to her head! curved forward like mammoth tusks maybe!

i imagine that like Frank, she goes with minimal armor - range of movement over protection, yk? some scale mail over her front, a thick leather flower over her chest w/ scalloped leather pauldrons, wrist armor and metal knuckles! i'd think that the faux-suspenders include a back sheath for her sword... i wish i'd thought of that Before i finished the little ref! i don't feel like going back and editing!

i imagine that she was forced to cut her hair when it got caught in something (a gelatinous cube, mayhaps). it didn't look good! don't let anime and Mulan fool you! cutting your own hair with a blade will not look nice! but someone - Eddie, probably, he's good with scissors i'd assume - cleaned it up for her. and hey, it didn't look bad! plus, Julie probably liked being able to just tuck up her long strands into her hat when she's feeling a bit more like a Julius than a Julie!

it's been a fun challenge transforming their canon outfits into a similar variation with fantasy flavoring and twists! i want them to suit the setting but still maintain Themselves! Julie's was tough i gotta admit. i was messing around with the princess look and the fighter look side-by-side. it worked better when i sat back and thought "fighter Julie is Julie unrestrained. that version would be more aligned with her canon look"

i wanted her princess form to look Restrained! she has to be a ~delicate flower~, a noble woman, pristine and poised and very much a princess. soft colors, poofy clothing, bright white gloves that are not to be sullied. carefully bundled up hair! jewelry! that dress must be Heavy and hard to move in! her tail must be so cramped under there!

but Julie Unleashed? violent pinks! rose gold accents! short skirt so that she can sprint and Kick! fun boots that she can be active in and delight in watching them get dirty! her hair is free to whip in the wind and get caught in things! fun straps and Deadly Accessories! a sword that she stole from the royal armory on her way out the window! she has forearm wraps both to match Frank and to support her wrists!

#yessss this was mainly an excuse to draw jules with short hair and a tail. i do not apologize #i like to think that poppy has a bottomless bag that she's too scared to use herself #but everybody keeps things in there #julie keeps her hair-hiding-hat in there and some pants and a cape for that Julius Vibe #(yes i could have gone with julian. but julius makes me think of orange julius and. yum)#i've said in initial rambles that i think that julie has Mild plant magic #I TAKE THAT BACK SHE'S SO FUCKING POWERFUL #i think she could hold her own against wally here tbh!#she wouldn't win if home had the reins but yk! it would still be Close!#but why would she use boring magic when she can slash punch kick #she can definitely talk to all plants. like im carrying that over thats so cool #trees warning her of an ambush... trodden-on flowers pointing her in the direction of her quarry...#roots arching out of the ground to trip anyone about to beat her in a race #scribble salad #wh fantasy au #so in canon julie left The Cave #which. fuck is that supposed to be a reference to plato's cave? ok no now's not the time for speculation #so she left the cave to seek out a life of her own #so i imagine that she left the royal life for much the same reason! she didn't want to sit on a throne in a poofy dress and lead!#she wanted to Adventure! see the world! be unrestrained!#i imagine that her repeated sneaking out is how she met frank - then when she ran she went to him cause she knew he wanted to leave #and she went 'hey im ditching this joint wanna come' and Of Course the answer was yes!#adventuring duo that never regret it for a second!#also as im making refs im adding them to a Lineup. which i'll post when ive collected all the pokemon (neighbors). size refs!!!

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islandfailure · 8 months

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the lawyers everyone

#tdi courtney #tdrr emma #courtemma #total drama #fanart #public apology to everyone who thought i was drawing heath/ney but id never make heather that short #slashed so it wont show up in tag #oh no im so sorry it still shows up i didnt mean to #courtnemma

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daily-basil · 25 days

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Little guy

#made in 1hr on my phone so apologies if it's a bit sketchy #and also sorry for the short hiatus hahzjdh. but look at the pinned we got two more mods :))#omori #daily basil #art #drawing #omori basil #digital #basil #basil omori #gif #animation #mod snuuy #flipaclip

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etherealyoungk · 8 months

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━☆ first kiss with seventeen: vernon

♡ first kiss with seventeen series ♡ masterlist ♡

pairing: vernon x reader

warnings: kissing, fluff

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you were sitting on the couch with vernon as you read through your lecture for tomorrow and vernon playing something on his phone. if you had to sum up your relationship with vernon, you'd say it was comfortable and happy. sometimes words didn't need to be said just basking in each other's precense was enough.

and that's how it was today, just basking in each other's presence. you looked up from your notes and glanced over at vernon who was bopping his head to some music he was listening to. he seems to notice you and looks up, giving you a small as his hand moves to remove one earbud and he gently puts it in your ear, so now you can hear what he was listening to.

you smile at his sweet gesture as you scoot closer to lean your head on his shoulder. his hand finds yours and he gives your hand a soft squeeze; like a silent way of saying i love you.

you lift your head up to place a kiss on his cheek, but then at the same time, he turns his hand, kissing him on the lips instead. you pull away because you realise you've just kissed vernon...accidently. vernon just looks down at you and you're about to open your mouth to say something but you don't get the chance to because vernon's lips are on yours again, kissing you again - but this time a proper kiss. vernon's hand cups your cheek as he kisses you and you're so lost in the feeling of the kiss that you don't even know when the earbud slipped out of your ear.

he pulls away and looks at you, giving you a soft smile. unsure of what to say you mumble, "that was out first kiss you know", and he smiles. "and you beat me to it", he replies making you get a little shy about it. "i was going to kiss you cheek first...", you tell and he chuckles softly. "but i think the lips was a goof choice", he tells playfully making you smack his arm. "whatever vernon", you respond looking at him and before you know it he's kissing you again.

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darkherolovercroissant · 1 year

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Burned

Library 📚

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem reader

Warnings: there’s smut, so if your age is on the clock, you’re too young for his cock….so get out. Mature themes and language.

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They say when you play with fire, you get your fingers burnt. And by now, Simon was no stranger to being burnt. The streets weren’t the only place it was going down, oh hell no! The sheets were where he was going to town on the punishing.

Soap was completely oblivious to what was happening upstairs as he was laying down on a beaten up couch. All he knew was that Ghost was going to check up on you, and he was doing a very hands on check up.

Your gear completely littered the floor as your hands yank his off while his mouth starts leaving marks down your neck and across your collar bones. Your hands finally managed to get that vest and jacket of his off and started working down his broad chest and down to his pants as he continued to feast on your neck.

His hands yanked your pants off quickly before picking you up and slamming your back against the wall, knocking the wind out of you.

“You ok love?“ he says in that deep and husky voice of his.

You nod before lifting his mask up a little higher for better access, but he wasn’t having it. He just removes the whole thing, successfully capturing your attention more.

“Like what you see?” He huffs

“I’d be lying if I said no.” You gasp lightly before running your fingertips along his jawline.

“You weren’t lying when you were talking to Soap earlier.”

“I never lie. You should know that by now.” He growls as his lips go back to your neck as his hands go to unbuckling his pants and dropping them just low enough.

“Ready darling?”

“Always ready for you.” You moan

“That’s my girl.”

Feeling his fingers rubbing between your legs, you gasp as they applied more pressure and then one slipping in, followed by two more.

“I swear, you don’t fuck me now…I’ll kill you.” You moan

“Alright, don’t get your panties in a twist.” He chuckles before a bigger force of pressure found its way down there.

Feeling him slide into you, your head tilts back in pleasure and your eyes screw shut. God this man was not lacking in size in any department. The cold bricks against your back making sure you stay in some state of consciousness as Ghost slips all the way in.

“Oh fucking hell. It’s been too long since I was in this darling.” Ghost grunts as you adjust to him.

“Please. Just fuck me, Simon.”

He pulls out slowly, you feeling every inch as he taunts you with the greatest feeling. He smirks as he watches your eyes close before ramming into you, making them open wide as you release a gasp.

His hand clamps over your mouth as he glared at you before turning to look at the door.

“Don’t make too much noise, unless you want more company.” His low voices echoed in your ears.

Pushing your head to his shoulder, he snickers as your arms wrap around his neck and shoulder before moving once again.

“Make all the marks you want, I love them.” He groans as you contract around him

His pace starts out slow and rough but my god did he make up for all the time you spent with horrifying thoughts about what you wanted him to do to you.

His hands grabbing your waist as he started pounding deep inside. You biting down on his shoulder as you tried to keep quiet. He just groans as your whimpers and moans echo in his ear.

He’s been dreaming of absolutely ruining you since he noticed your behaviour earlier. It’s not the first time he’s taken you, you also know it won’t be the last.

The way you tighten your legs around his waist as he continues to pound up into your abused pussy, has him groaning and trying to speed up and make it more rough with every hit.

Your bare chest moving along with the thrusts has his attention. He was a sucker for the women and how genetics made their body the biggest weakness to the strongest of men.

He praised your body every time he took it. With wandering hands and with lingering lips that had left quite the marks on your small frame.

Your eyes were screwed shut as you continued to experience the highest levels of welcomed pain and pleasure. Your core was going to hurt in the morning, but to have this mountain of a man just drilling for the jackpot of the best kind of high was worth it.

His hands sneaking around to grab what he had been ogling earlier and squeezing it before one travelled upwards to around your throat to squeeze it and smirk.

“You’re doing well, darling.” He groans

You bite your lip as he continues to pump deeper inside you. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you could feel your brain rattling around in your skull.

He stopped momentarily only to slide down to the ground with you being placed on top.

“Take it darling. Show me what you can do.” Ghost moans

Taking a moment to circle your hips around, You leaned down to give him a big kiss before slowly adjusting to this position. Starting to pick up the pace, Ghost was in heaven watching his girl ride him.

His hands coming back to your waist to pull you back down all the way when you cheated him out of taking him all. Having your completely bare frame taking him as he was only in his tactical pants and boots was easily the best mental image he could have.

Your hands came down on his chest followed by your head as your whimpers and moans got louder. At this point, Ghost didn’t care if Soap heard you, he wanted you to moan his name. Bonus points if he could make you scream it. And now that he knew you were close, he was determined to have anyone listening hear who was making you this loud.

Arching his legs up, he started pounding up into you, causing your head to lift up and the most beautiful sounds to come out of your mouth.

“Fuck, Simon. Please make me cum.” You beg

“Oh don’t worry, love. You will.” He grunts as he adds more power to his thrusts.

The feeling of knots twisting in your gut got stronger before they snapped. Launching you into pure heaven as the best orgasm took over and your body shut down.

“YES! SIMON! YES!” Your mind has shut down as your head comes down to his shoulder as he won his little challenge.

His high washed over him as his deep voice captivated your ears as he finished. You could feel it as he came inside you, it felt good and he knew it.

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After you both came back from the high, Simon headed downstairs to see a grossed out Soap who looked like he had just been physically sick.

“You good Johnny?” Simon asks

“You’re a sick man L.T” Soap dismissed before going outside to take a breather.

His fingertips still felt hot from what just occurred upstairs, but he didn’t mind. He loved playing with fire. He loved being burned by you.

#not so short short story #oneshot #simon ghost riley #smut #minors fuck off #fluff #some humor #fanfic #x fem!reader #reader is female #he can fold me like a lawn chair #i will not apologize #darkherolovercroissant #I’m here to make toxic fanboys uncomfortable #simon ghost riley x reader

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stbot · 1 year

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Cynthia & Lydia - 1x08: Or at the High School Dance...

#grease rise of the pink ladies #grease rotpl #rise of the pink ladies #rotpl #grease spoilers #cynthia rotpl #lydia rotpl #cynthia x lydia #cynthia and shy guy are like Peak high school gays trying to date each other bc they can't accept they're gay but know the other is Safe #like the way they're dancing is just sooooo......#cynthia was so out of line tho and they need to apologize #and lydia was Extra Mean too #the two of them need to fix their shit asap #bc now they're collecting collateral damage and that is Not Okay.#i still love them tho!!#also love the way lydia cut in lmao #short king ‘wait does this mean i’m a thespian?’ cynthia #known thespian 'i've studied your gait' lydia #i think i need a gif tag

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motelofmermaids · 2 months

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jon snow has been living in my mind rent free fr. can i request a fic with just some fluff man??? maybe the morning after doin the deed and its jus sleepy comfort?? like full on jus obsessed with each other and loving on one another. i adore sweet jon

omg most certainly (i was giggling and twirling my hair while writing this)

waking up next to jon snow was alike to your prayers being answered—seeing his curly crow hair tousled around his face, strong arms engulfing you, and god, his chest rising up and down softly because he was breathing. your eyes trace his scars, the ones that paint his heart so utterly devastatingly. jon’s eyelashes fluttered, opening his deep brown hues to the disturbance of your fingers gently tracing the heart that stole your own. glancing up, you give him a sleepy smile. “mornin’, lord commander,” you cheese out, scooting in closer to his frame.

jon snow, the man he was. the man who held upmost power and priorities to everyone who crossed his path. he didn’t care, and he always denied being fit for rule, was nothing like his father, he argued—nothing like robb. no one cared, including you. like a mission, you’d spread the message. while you take care of the young ones with gilly, ‘he is my king… just as he is lord commander,’ you’d argue to no one while washing clothes. and gazing at little sam, holding him tightly, she’d nod. because sam felt the same way. as did everyone. jon snow was a protector.

your name is what brought you back, all deep and rough, an all tooth smile with knitted brows. “huh?” you’d say, just as tired, just as rough—and jon snow could never get enough of you. his calloused, war-stricken hand ghosts your cheek, runs through your hair. it was never enough, and he showed you that, leaning in to capture your soul in a kiss that had you swooning, eyes closing to relish in nothing but his touch and love.

waking up next to him was a blessing in itself, but when he’d look at you with such admiration… when he’d touch you with care in a world that has forced him to be rough and cruel, you felt like you were floating. your lips moved lazily together, and his lips pulled up into a sweet grin against yours, couldn’t help the chuckle that vibrated against your chest. you love him so dearly. he left you speechless in many ways, but jon snow knew how to make you forget.

it was you and him against the agony in the game of thrones.

#kel’s anon show 📺#jon snow x reader #jon snow x you #jon x reader #jon snow #game of thrones fanfiction #got fanfiction #i apologize if this is short #i have not written in so long omg

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shikai-the-storyteller · 10 months

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I want to share what Quackity said during his Twitter Space today since it was in Spanish and I know most folks probably didn't catch it:

[ Link to the full translation ]

Quackity: Every day I fall more in love with [QSMP]. I love it. I love this project because it's pretty unique, and what's so cool about it is that many cultures are getting together and the communities are getting along. Growing up as a Latino, I had never seen so much representation, so I'm glad I can do that myself. I told my team that we need to have lots of communication with the creators. We're always talking to them to see if they need anything. We're proud of that! I've seen a lot of discourse about the Eggs. I wanna be clear about why the Eggs are part of the server: it's not about the Eggs, but about what they represent. They represent the communication between cultures and communities. The Egg dynamic has been an evolving thing that allows different cultures and communities to communicate because they have something in common.

It's not about giving the creators tasks! It's something to let people communicate. Believe me that the team is aware of the creators that aren't fond of this dynamic, but this has been something that allowed the creators to break certain barriers. This is why the Eggs have lasted so long. We keep adding more members, it's not like we just added some and that's it. We keep adding more members.

We know that some creators don't like the dynamic. Look at Étoiles, he doesn't give a fuck and he just minds his business! And that's something the creators can do!

We've already said that we're going to ban people who are being too intense [in the chat]. There are people from both extremes: those who love the eggs and those who hate them and keep saying "kill them!" So yeah, I've seen some discourse about it, so I wanted to talk about what it represents. I'm proud of this project and thank you to everyone for the support.

We know that there are always going to be intense people, but we also know that most people want to enjoy the content without arguing! The QSMP creators have already said we're going to ban people who are crying in the chat.

[ Here's a TLDR of the rest of the things he talked about: ]

Quackity said in the future, new dynamics will be implemented that are adapted to the type of content other creators make. It won't just be Egg stuff, there is much more coming.

He's going to try and go to Twitchcon Paris because Baghera, Etoiles, Kameto, and Antoine (and maybe Forever + some of the other Brazilians) will be there. Either way, Twitchcon Paris will definitely have a lot of QSMP creators meeting up!

Quackity says he's really hoping he can meet up with Roier again sometime because he misses him :(

On his private, he also said this:

TLDR: Trust Quackity and his team! They've proven time and time again that they listen to feedback and they're always looking out for the community and members of the server. If you see people being dumb or toxic, block them and move on, don't amplify their voices. Spread love, not hate.

#QSMP #Quackity #I want to keep people up to date on what's happening in the Spanish community #but that update I gave about Missa on ye old clips blog might've just frustrated people more than anything else so I apologize #It sucks seeing people be rude / mean to our streamers but most of the community here on tumblr DOESN'T need a reminder to be nice #In short: Don't worry about it #Quackity and his team are taking care of things. Trust him!#i talk #qsmp talk

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beanxiv · 9 months

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moth to a flame.

📁 no warnings!

loving kenji kishimoto is like loving fire. there are times when the fire is bright and its flames dance over your skin like a warm embrace. and there are times when the fire is dull and waning, and it needs you to make it full and bright again.

when those flames are bright, so is kenji. his jokes and teasing are showered over you like warm rays. he's completely affectionate, being as soft with you as you'll let him be. kissing and cuddling you to his hearts desire.

and when those flames are dying out, and kenji's spirits have dropped, he needs you to be there for him. ease him out of his slump gently and considerately. reassure him, be soft with him. as soft as he is with you. show him your love for him, and with a few reassuring words and loving affection, your boyfriend's flame will be set ablaze and roaring brightly for you again.

# : @hanmasdolly this is for u, i hope u like it 🫶

#if u noticed the tangled reference i love u #i love kenji + tangled #this is so short i apologize 💔#kenji kishimoto #kenji shatter me #kenji x reader #kenji kishimoto x reader #shatter me #shatter me kenji #shatter me x reader #kenji kishimoto x you #reblog banner is by cafekitsune !

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pettydollie · 3 months

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boy dad chris hc

i gotchu C:

we all know chris curses like a sailor, so it only dies down a little bit when he has kids.

his only son at the time was sitting at the dinner table, playing with an action figure when he accidentally spilled his cup of juice. "aw, shit." he muttered, but loud enough for both you and chris to hear it. your husband stopped chewing for a second before quietly giggling. you hid your tiny grin. "watch your mouth." you warned, your son looking up and nodding

it's now your oldest kid's junior prom. your youngest was 9 and he watched in awe as you got your son ready. "and be nice to her okay? you know how to dance so don't make up any excuses." you reminded him, fixing his hair. chris fixed his suit and punched his shoulder lightly. "damn, you look fly."

as your youngest kid got older, you and chris both realized he was a little different from his brother. he never went out with girls and was starting to develop a sense for fashion. you both knew that he was gay, both of your kids did too. and he was just acccepted. he never "came out", he was out as soon as he learned all the lyrics to nicki minaj's "starships"

chris is dirtyy so you'll be making dinner or leaning over the counter, talking to one of the boys about their homework and he'll come up behind you to grab a handful of ur ass. obviously u enjoy it but ur kid is right infront of u LMAO so you shoo him away, resulting in a dramatic pout while your son gives his dad a look of disgust. your older son would be like "leave her alone" AWW

#so short i apologize #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x fem reader #chris sturniolo fluff #dad chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo headcanons #hcs #𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸

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thegirlsinthecity · 8 months

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After reading @kalevalakryze 's fic, this image was stuck in my head and I had to draw it

Baylan’s secret bleaching skills

This doesn’t happen in the fic but you should still go read it! It’s so cute

#star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka series #shin hati #baylan skoll #ahsoka show #star wars fanart #sw shitpost #my art #thegirlsinthecity #many apologies to all the hairdressers. I have no idea what the bleaching process is like I only know it involves tinfoil and it’s purple #there are also so little references with clear lighting for these 2 i had to take some guesses #sidenote i love their armour so much?? it’s like medieval-ish and it’s a nice change from usual star wars #also shin has short feral energy idc if the actress is 5’8. in my mind she’s tiny.

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justwhumpythings · 8 months

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Listen I know 'ghhhs' is not a verb and I will describe how my whumpee here is screaming properly when I get to that paragraph but sometimes 'ghhh' really is just the only way to describe the animalistic, uninhibited way a noise that comes so deeply from pain and the throat sounds, y'know?

#my writing #you know when a scream/moan sounds like it starts with a g right #comes from the back of the throat but lingers in the mouth almost like a word #i am in a Prose mood lol apologies #(ace if you happen to see this i am describing the scream that gets audio cut out in the scene i was complaining was too short lol)#this is some Late Night Sarah rambling you're all getting here 😅#but writing always beats sleeping so i'm going to be up a while longer

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