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lizzie-tempest · 4 months
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The Moments We Share: Chapter 16 - Competition
Day 16 of Self-ship/Underfell Papyrus November is Competition. I know we're in December now, but someone in work walked out so I've had to work overtime 🙃
@scrambledmeggys
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jenanigans1207 · 2 years
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Not that I expect anyone to remember my klance days or my fic ‘The Memories We Shared (Now Hurt More Than Ever)’ but I’m working on the next chapter and just wrote a line I really love and I want y’all to see it!!
But it was hard. It was hard because Lance kept looking at him with this special smile— one Keith had never seen before this whole thing had happened. It was a smile that was full of happiness, of gratitude, a smile that said that Lance had everything he had ever wanted and then some. It suited him better than any other smile he had, and Keith knew that with absolute certainty because he once again had access to his mental catalogue of every single smile he’d ever seen on Lance’s lips. This one suited him the best but it also made Keith want to whisk him away or crush him in a hug— it made Keith want to do anything other than stand and answer for the tenth time how he was doing.
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machineryangel · 2 years
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she's a 10 but her social battery dies before she even goes outside
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nibeul · 1 month
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what's a woman with nothing left to lose?
[id in alt]
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strayingsocks · 3 months
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macaque being an annoying bastard (i love him)
bonus:
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carnybytes · 3 months
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hello narilamb nation
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spoopdeedoop · 1 year
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based on a real thing that happened after we picked up our then newborn little sister from the hospital and on the ride back she was asleep and her hands did this and me and my brother gasped like she’d just killed someone
lazy bonus
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ikarakie · 1 year
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it's corroded coffin's first, proper world tour. they've skyrocketed into the public eye within the last few years, and they couldn't be fucking happier. it's all so amazing, so surreal.
they get to indiana. the crowd is electric, the venue bigger than any of the bars or crappy hole in the walls they used to perform in. eddie steps to the mic nearing the end of the second half of the show.
"indiana, it'a a fuckin' pleasure to be with you tonight." he says, a bit lowly, into the mic. screams fill his ears, thousands of smiling faces. but he's after one in particular. "i'm gonna need your help for a minute here, guys." he motions for the lights to go up, grabs the mic from the stand and crouches close to the barricade, squinting.
"i've got someone out there, mixed up in the crowd." he can't help the fond smile as he says it. "and i wanna find him before this next one. take a quick look around ya, if you're next to a guy about my age, fluffy brown hair, big brown eyes, probably in a preppy little outfit and glasses, give me a scream."
everyone's looking this way and that, eyeing the people around them. thirty seconds later there's screaming to his left. eddie crosses the stage, peers into the crowd. the big screens capture the moment he spots him; his eyes go bright, there's a crooked lovesick grin on his lips.
"hey, sweetheart." he coos into the mic. the crowd bursts into cheers and whoops and chatter. the camera cuts to someone at the barricade, having been pushed forward by others. he's exactly as eddie had described, leaning against the railing and smiling up at the star. for a few seconds they gaze at each other like they're the only ones in the room.
then eddie blows him a kiss, which he catches. eddie laughs a little, brings himself back to center stage. picks his guitar back up and settles mic back into the stand.
"this next one," he begins, adjusting the stand slightly. "is something you haven't heard before." there's unmistakable moisture gathering in his eyes. "i wrote the lyrics entirely myself. it's- it's for those people in my life who i couldn't be here without." his eyes stray back to where steve is, watching him with a watery smile. "those who were there, in '86. who pulled me back up from hell. the bravest fuckin' souls i ever met in my life." he takes a deep breath. hears the rest of the fuckers scream from the VIP area, dustin's voice unmistakable.
"this, my dearest indy, is 'knights of the upside down.'"
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theellipelli · 2 years
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he's neurodivergent
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hammysamhah · 3 months
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Tag Along AU pt2
part 1 - part 3
MORE!!! haha we on the move now so yeah idk what else to say just enjoy
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jojo-rolo · 10 months
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Raph
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Please credit me if you repost/use/add an original caption to this blank version
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lizzie-tempest · 6 months
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A new story appears!
The Moments We Share
There are many moments we share with the loved ones in our lives. Some good, some bad. You experience these moments with a skeleton monster called Papyrus.
So this is a prompt fic which is inspired by this post: link which was made by @scrambledmeggys
Each chapter will be inspired by a prompt and I hope you all like it!
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chonnysinferno · 19 days
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something not only related to airy this time. are you guys proud /j
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wurmmeat · 9 months
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Portfolio stuff.
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bakubunny · 4 months
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ahem.
you said something about soft moments with katsuki. so. take this
tw: ageplay, daddy kink, small headspaces. okie bye bunny!
it was always a lot harder to sleep when katsuki had late night patrols, and it wasn’t like he didn’t check up on you regularly, there just wasn’t anything that could top his presence being right there with you. he had called about three hours prior, just to keep you company while you handled your nighttime routine all by yourself, his big girl. he talked to you about his day while you went potty, reminded you to brush your teeth (all of them) and let you read a bedtime story to him since he couldn’t be there to read it to you.
“thatta’ girl. i damn near fell asleep listening to that cute lil voice of yours.”
you had giggled at his tease, scolded him for swearing, and sighed softly when he had to say goodnight. yet here you were, still awake in your bed that he built himself, the wooden bars of the makeshift crib caging you in, your nightlight twinkling stars on your ceiling, your sound box playing sounds of nature to sooth you. you were still wide awake, thoughts of how deep and tired katsuki’s voice had sounded over the phone, rough and rumbling, stirring something mean in your tummy. it was all in knots, your thighs clenching together at the sudden ache between your legs. you missed him, all of your body did, and you bit back a whine when you caved and shoved the small bear you were clinging to between your legs. uncertainty bloomed within you as you gave an experimental rock forward, a shiver running up your spine. it was nothing compared to your daddy’s thigh, but it was all you had at the moment.
it did nothing to sooth you, in fact it just made your situation more uncomfortable now that you were all sticky between your legs. it was hopeless but your little brain could only think to keep going, katsuki had made pleasing you seem easy. you were so lost in your chase to pleasure that you hadn’t noticed him slipping into your bedroom, shucking off his outer gear, a small smile playing on his lips.
god he was tired, but seeing you up to no good was sure waking him up.
“aren’t you supposed to be sleeping, angel?”
you jump at the sound of his voice but instantly whip around to see him, a small pout playing on your lips, the toy clutched tight against your clothed core.
“daddy…it hurts.”
“oh yeah?” he spoke softly, lowering the bars to your bed and climbing in with you, he plucked the stuffie from between your clenched thighs with a shuddered breath, “open up, let daddy see.”
you nuzzle up to him, spreading your legs nice and wide so he could access, even in the dim lighting he could see the way a wet patch was blooming on the seat of your panties. he gave a sympathetic hum, brushing a knuckle against your swollen bud.
“couldn’t sleep, princess?”
you shook your head, keening when his thumb moved to massage your clit, nice firm circles that made your mouth gape in awe. “your voice…sounded good, made my tummy hurt.”
he ignored how your statement made his cock jump in his pants, opting to slip your ruined panties to the side, groaning at your puffy cunt all glazed over with your juices. he ran one finger along your entrance, curling it inside of you gently.
“that’s no good, daddy knows a way to fix that tummy ache. it’s probably just too empty, huh?”
you blink at him, already fluttery with just one finger stretching you out.
“what’s that mean,” you mumble, “i’m not hungry..”
he chuckled at your words, “i know baby, but daddy has other ways of filling you up, remember?”
oh. oh…
taking it and running bc i have a need.
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I think it’s fitting and hilarious that Fionna and Cake, two characters essentially created for a fanfic, love fanfic tropes
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