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l8tof1 · 1 year
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egophiliac · 3 months
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BIRD SSR????????????
NOOOO I wasted all my keys on Platinum Malleus, HOW CAN THEY DO THIS TO ME
(I do kinda love that this is officially "Raven Jacket" Crowley though) (does this open up the possibility of a selection of future Crowley fashion cards)
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f1-stuff · 3 months
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scuderiaferrari Carlos & Charles take a look at their new 2024 race suits!
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Everyone: Hobie is such an instigator teehee
Pavi for no reason whatsoever:
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willowser · 1 year
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you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹
as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.
he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.
almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.
you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.
it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.
— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —
the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.
you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.
the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.
a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.
you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.
bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.
"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"
things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.
"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.
you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.
the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.
"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"
but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.
if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.
regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.
"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."
all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.
he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.
curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.
they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.
"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"
bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.
you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.
beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.
you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.
your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.
suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.
bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.
"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.
it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.
and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.
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gunsatthaphan · 8 months
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👁️👄👁️
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javelinbk · 9 months
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I know people talk about John & Brian’s trip to Spain being only a couple of weeks after Julian was born, but do you think we talk enough about it being ten days after Paul met Jane?
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lalalaugenbrot · 10 months
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es stand also für heute weder Studio noch Station, sondern Stadion im Drehplan!!!
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questionablealibi · 10 months
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!!TW!!
Drawn blood; implied & mentioned stabbing; mutliple eyes; mentioned strangling (stay safe!)
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I was going to include some "aftermath" and side doodles that connect to this but I thought that ive been gone for long enough :') so heres your "unfluff-ified" o'neil and elias ^^
Dialogue underneath the cut! <3
First Set of Texts (Right Side)
You know... you'd think that after a heart-to-heart, there would be a lesser chance that we would harm each other. And yet you still decided to hit me over the head with a keyboard. Over and over until it broke. And then you resort to strangling me.
Second Set (Right Side)
Oh great, you're smiling. Are you happy? Are you satisfied that you finally got to pour all your faustruation and anger out on me? Oh, who am I kidding? A few hits over the head with a keyboard and an attempted strangle is far from encompassing all that rage.
Third Set (Left Side)
Tsk. All of this blood. You've made a terrible mess, dear boy.
Fourth Set (Left Side)
No matter. Nothing that a reset can't fix.
Fifth Set (Left Side)
But do know, Stanley, that I will not be attempting to come down again until you've developed yourself a sense of self-control.
Context as well! (Mentions of stabbing and strangling!)
This is set during the first time O'Neil comes down to visit Elias physically! It didn't go very well; Elias acted on impulse and quite literally hit O'Neil over and over on the head with a keyboard until it broke, and then started strangling him. O'Neil, needing to defend himself, grabbed the nearest item - which was a pen - and stabbed Elias in the eye with it. Then, cue comic!
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whosoldherout · 2 years
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5.09 - 5.17
same outfit and same topic of conversation
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imposterogers · 11 months
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It looks like they've changed the name of the Captain America film to "Brave New World"
OH!!??
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lokiusly · 4 months
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was this part of the score on the show? what does it mean? let’s discuss! (also this part>>> everything else in the mcu combined)
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ca-cupid · 2 years
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I was rewatching the mh movie and I’m obsessed with costume design so I appreciated this piece because it is showing us that he has two sides to him and hinting that he is the offspring of Jekyll/Hyde
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priceofreedom · 11 months
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rebirth is gonna destroy us i just know it
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rosesradio · 10 months
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although dni lists are getting a lot of flack these days i find it a little funny how proshippers get put on the same dni as literal bigots
it’s like, “dni if you discriminate against people based on the color of their skin, don’t think that gay people should exist or have any rights, hate women as a hobby and uhhh *checks notes* think people should be able to engage with whatever harmless fiction they want—regardless of if it is within the comfort level of the masses—without being harassed”
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guckies · 8 months
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You’ve got to be kidding me…
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