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Peaceful Mother-Daughter time

A wholesome Mother and Daughter art I got from ArayaEjiri on twitter

its so adorable! Little Lucina just can't wait to be a big sister.😊

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Happy Birthday to Lucina - my first favorite FE character💙🦋 (Art from 2020) I need to make some time to draw something for her again.

----- She is available as a print in my store: https://studioarishnea.etsy.com/listing/1798315648

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Price's favorite thing to do with you is to draw back the curtains in your bedroom, letting the light in and sunbathe on the bed with your head on his chest, legs over his, your hand lazily scratching his beard as he rubs slow circles on your lower back.

He loves to to hold you close and the warmth of the light is nice for his joints. It's a win win.

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💙🫶❤️

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I really absolutely completely loved this beautiful Marvel fanart of Thunderbolts of the Ghostwalker ship of the characters of John Walker and Ava Starr together and above all because I love that in it we see how in it we see how John is protecting his beloved Ava from the weapons sounds with his shield but at the same time also because I love how it also refers to the scene of the Thunderbolts movie when John pushed Ava inside Alexei's limousine when she was hurt by her ears to prevent her from doing any kind of damage but at the same time also and especially because I found out that the 2 of them will appear together in the next Marvel movie of Avengers: Doomday but at the same time also because they 2 are one of my favorite romantic couples and I really can't wait so we can see them again and also because I'm really excited about the idea that the 2 of them finally become a beautiful romantic couple together but also because I really want to see them fighting side by side against evil but also because I felt that the 2 have a lot of romantic chemistry of a beautiful possible romantic couple in every possible way... the truth

By the way, this beautiful Fanart of them is not mine and the credits are not for me, but I let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the true creator on Twitter. Since apparently there is a new update on Twitter and you can only see the link if you press X.Com

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Chrom and Robin in hanfu, commission done by sumustard.

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a funny thing about having a Problematic Blorbo is that you'll periodically come across a post along the lines of "um let's not forget that [Blorbo] is a bad person..." listing their various crimes, and if you have a modicum of intellectual honesty you find yourself nodding along and saying yeah it's true... but it's the greyness of their character that makes them so compelling... At the same time though you have a little Saul Goodman in your ear going "your honor in their defense: who cares like omfgggg who caresssssss like come onnnnnn"

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This is going to sound so "oldie yells at cloud" of me but the radicalisation of the young into black and white, zero shades of grey thinking, both in the media they consume and in real life situations, is genuinely terrifying.

The world is complex. The world is grey. There is infinite nuance in everything. No amount of trying to shove it all into neatly labeled boxes is ever going to work.

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 ✧˖°.

・The fire danced from the fireplace, lighting up the room with soft warmth and light

・You were both reading a book, when the idea came to your mind. So, you closed your eyes and let your book fall to the floor.

・Slowly you leant on John, letting out an 'mmmm' before fulling committing. You closed your eyes, nuzzled into him and ... waited.

John smiled.

"Sweetheart-" he murmured, stroking your hair. Leaning down to press a kiss to your head.

・You didn't say anything, just let your body relax against his.

"I think it's time for bed," John grumbled, slipping the book mark you made him into his book and slowly stroked your head.

・You didn't move.

・He called out your name, gave you a little nudge and then decided, "I'll just carry you then-"

・You tried not to move a muscle, and when he picked you up, you panicked slightly. How rigid was a body supposed to be while asleep??

・John knew you were faking but played along anyway. You usually snored a little while asleep.

・Yet he still played along and held you bridal style; even walking up the stairs.

"You are very lucky," he whispered against your forehead while he lay you down, "incredibly lucky, how much I love you."

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 ✧˖°.

・You had already done this twice this week and it was only Wednesday

・Half of you was worried he was catching on

・The other half of you ... knew he'd call you out if you were faking

・It was well into the night when the next commercial came on (yes you have streaming services but you were watching on Prime so...still ads)

・You were ontop of Simon, head against his chest, breathing in his smell when he started to shift

"Love, you awake?"

・He moves his large hand from your back to your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb against your warm skin.

"You want to be carried again then?"

・You cannot help your reaction

・Eyes shooting open, warmth floods your cheeks, your neck, and you smile, sheepishly.

"When did you figure it out?" You ask, shifting to look him in the eyes

"You talk in your sleep."

"Ah..."

"Mmm, still want me to carry you to bed?"

"...yes please."

𝑲𝒚𝒍𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 ✧˖°.

・You had fallen 'asleep' in his lap right when the movie was about to finish

・Literally, ten minutes before the credits were about to roll, you had laid your head in his lap and let yourself settle.

"Babe, you awake?"

・Kyle was met with nothing but silence.

・With a raised eyebrow, he gave you a little nudge but ... nothing.

・He saw that you were breathing, yet breathing lightly... but he played along

"God, you must have been so sleepy. Poor baby, no ice cream. Just straight to bed-"

"No!" You sat up instantly, not even groggy, "I didn't know we had ice cream-"

"Oh! You little faker!" Kyle said between laughs.

"Wait. Do we even have ice cream..." You said with a frown.

"Nope!"

𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉 ✧˖°.

"Bonnie! Ready for another movie?"Johnny exclaimed, giving your leg a squeeze.

・You had watched three already; it was your weekly movie marathon - one you never missed.

・But the time was late, or early; depending on who you asked. And you just couldn't say no to him.

・So you laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes.

・It took about five minutes for Johnny to realise you weren't watching.

"Ah, sleep got the best of ye," he yawned, and you had to do your best not to smile.

・Turning off the tv, Johnny held you against his chest and walked you to bed.

・He was completely focused on getting you to bed, that he didn't notice the small smile that had crawled its' way onto your face

𝑲𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈 ✧˖°.

・Large hands stroke along your back, slowly moving from the top of your spine to the bottom

・It tasks everything in you not to make a noise

・Already feeling sleepy, and knowing he would carry you even if you asked, there was something a little funny in pretending

・You felt Konig lean down and kiss your head twice. Then again.

・Contentment vibrated through your bones; you felt safe, felt happy, felt ... in love

"Oh schatz, must have been a big day for you," he cooed.

・The very essence of his voice was dipped in adoration

・Looking at the clock, Konig decided to put you to bed.

"Come schatzi, let me take you to bed, ja?"

・His strong arms enveloped you, and when your face was turned upward, he kissed your brow and hummed.

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉 (𝒐𝒈) ✧˖°.

・You heard him coming from the shed.

・John had been working on something for a few weeks and he spent most of his nights there.

・You didn't mind, but you had felt a tad touch starved lately.

・The idea popped into your head. It made you giggle to think of him carrying you while you fake-slept.

・So, you dashed to the couch and put your head at one end, while throwing a blanket on your legs.

・Shutting the door behind him, he walked into the living room and called out your name.

・His gruff, Scottish voice still sent shivers down your spine.

・Goosebumps erupted on your skin as he called out again, as his voice got lower...deeper.

・It wasn't long before he found you. He wrapped a hand around your ankle and squeezed lightly.

"bonnie's asleep then," he said and slid his hands underneath yours to hoist you up.

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i'm thinking john price is definitely the kind of partner that would put some of his food onto your plate every meal you have together. in 141 polycule, he still gives some of his food to everyone.

maybe it's the asian in me but are you listening

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A Barry Sloane character basically in my city, that will spawn a whole new level of OC delulu 😍

I need Barry Sloane and Josh Hartnett to be in season 2 of the pitt. They could be the night shift doctors who was in the army with Jack.

And I think we should get 30 episodes of the show. The first half is day shift and the 2nd half is night shift 💁‍♀️

(Gifs aren't mine)

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scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that

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scooby doo ass gang

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Obsessed. Possessed. Emotionally compromised. Thanks for asking.

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Chrom & Robin 4 Ever

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Can you write something about Price noticing how you haven’t been treated right? Like maybe you had a few ex boyfriends who just broke you and made you feel like you weren’t ever enough. 🥺 (may or may not be a self insert.) Love your writing btw!!

first of all anon i’m so sorry you went through that baby. you’re so loved and worth more than any man could offer🤍

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john price can’t believe the way some men have treated you.

you tell him like it’s nothing. one night you’re just rambling on in casual conversation, vocalizing shrugged off scars you’ve had for so long you’d begun to forget they’re even there. in some ways he knows he can relate to that. but you’ve had three ex’s. only three — young, all of them. cocky, lazy with their love and even lazier with their kindness. type of boys who think women are built just to serve them, something to wear out rather than protect and hold onto.

and it’s the small things that seem to bother you most, which perplexes john even further. it’s like you’ve almost dismissed the nights they didn’t come home, the nights they left you on read and wondering. he doesn’t quite get how the things that make your eyes glassy are the goddamn easiest ones.

things like not bringing you soup when you were sick. not checking the locks when you were anxious. not saying thank you after you worked all day just to come home and cook for them all night.

never a compliment, never a praise. spineless.

and price just listens. he’s always listening. taking this all in with understanding behind his eyes, the kind that settles in men who’ve seen too much of the world. yet for all he’s witnessed, this shakes him. in a different way.

the easy cruelty of men too soft to goto war, but hard enough to grind a woman down just to make themselves feel bigger.

you’re younger then him by a good ten years. he notices it sometimes in your slang, the way you dress, how fast your fingers move over the keyboard on your phone. but it doesn’t translate in your eyes. your eyes carry the weight of all you’ve survived.

it’s astounding that someone your age, so young and free and beautiful, has been put through so much. you laugh easy but flinch faster. you don’t ask for help because you don’t expect any — that’s what gets him the most.

he’s not old-fashioned, not entirely. he’s no prince. no knight in shining armour. but he’s lived through gun fire and war zones and body bags and too many fucking funerals — and what war has taught him, more than any training camp or mission accomplished, is this:

you hold onto what you love. you fight for it.

so he starts small. notices when you’re tired before you say it. hands you tea without asking, because he’s noted you like atleast three a day. chamomile before bed. he listens when you speak. checks the locks at night. kisses your shoulder in the morning as the two of you make breakfast. this is an equal partnership. price won’t let you do anything alone if he can help it.

he builds you a garden. takes care of your car. he calls you love and means it. never stops saying thank you. he tells you you’re brilliant, fucking hell — you’re beautiful, and makes sure you stop saying sorry for things that were never your fault in the first place.

and he watches, with time, as you start to believe him. as that truth begins to take root. reblossoms in spring to be nurtured through winter.

he’ll never let a day pass without you knowing how much you’re worth. and not to the boys who took you for granted, but to a man who’d lay down his life to see you smile.

because you’re everything to him. you’re the catharsis he’s been fighting his whole life for. he’ll make sure you feel it.

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This going straight into the drafts but my mildly unpopular opinion is that I think it’s fair when people complain about 90% of cod fics being the same cookie cutter content of subfem dom ghost content that’s mildly mysoginistic and is just a carbon copy of the smut that came before it.

And it’s not saying that those fics are (entirely) bad, they can be completely fine when the mood strikes but if you’re looking for any alternative kinks, or comfort fluff, or angst-comfort, or angst, or literally any other cod character that isn’t the top four (ghost, konig, price, soap) you’re pretty much left with scraps.

And whenever people complain about it, it’s met with a dismissive “well why don’t YOU write those fics? Writers don’t owe you anything, you selfish prick!” Which A, rude, and B, we ARE.

I consistently try and make the content I personally want to see more of. More sub characters, different characters that aren’t the same four, more angst and comfort, more fluff. And I get lucky if I break 100 notes because that content is pushed to the bottom of the bucket. But my poly 141 stuff? The smut with soap? My top posts of all time. You know, the ones that I didn’t put actual effort into and spat out on a phone.

And ultimately, I don’t want to be doing this forever. I write this so that one day someone else will get inspired to do it and I can step back and read something I enjoy. But no one’s doing that because the work isn’t valued as much as “big scary ghost dominates small fem reader” smut. And it’s tiring. Because that’s not the content I want to make, but anything else will be left out as scraps that no one will eat.