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To call Miles 'champ' 😩
#LORD PLEASE LORD#boxer miles#needs to be a tag now#he looks so freaking good#and strong and big#my apologies#i am nothing but a huge simp for#miles kane
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someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think
#thisss wass going to be just one little sketch lord help me#the guys you put on this earth to finish their psych degrees are drawing pathetic men again#jayvik#arcane#viktor arcane#jayce talis#my art#fanart#i have uni and work and also therapy to do but i got sick this week so i think i read like. over 30 fics yesterday like i was struck#by some affliction legitimately#please talk with me about them. this is a cry for help#i drew all these while listening to circa survive on repeat do you understand what that does to a man
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And why? Cultural norms? Personal schedule? “Cause I’m always late to everything”?
Bonus points: Region and/or ethnicity?
#fresh from the river#sorry just thinking about this and curious#polls#please answer before the curiosity kills me /silly#for me ofc it depends who’s hosting#if it’s family i show up on time to help out#close friends and i’m only a bit late#anyone else and im probably close to an hour ‘late’#mini banger#humble banger#certified banger#lord help me#turned off reblogs cause this seriously got out of hand yall#i’ve got a FAQ somewhere in the reblogs
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Do you know this queer character?
Castiel is Queer and Agender or Genderfluid, and uses varying pronouns based on presentation!
#opening pandora's box with this one i've been blissfully unaware of supernatural my entire life and I don't really want to start but#the history of supernatural on this blog already is rough please have mercy#this is the most specific i'm willing to get with labels on this one#8 people submitted him dear lord#castiel#cas spn#castiel spn#spn#supernatural#tumblr polls#fandom polls#poll#queer#agender#genderfluid#varying pronouns#he/him#she/her#they/them#live action#lgbtqia#do you know this queer character
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this is the chilchuck situation . to me
(a reference to twelfth night (2009) ft anne hathaway)
#[visibly shaking] Is This Anything ?#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#chilchuck tims#senshi#chilchuck's wife#dear lord it is embarrassing to be forced to use that tag. please ryoko kui a name#chilshi#chilchuck sandwich#I GUESS????????#this has been the worst tagging experience of my life.#fanart
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A life that eats and eats and eats and crunches your bones but leaves your heart
#anders da#anders da2#da#da2#dragon age#dragon age awakening#da awakening#dragon age inquisition#dragon age veilguard#justice#kirkwall#this took me 70000 years because im deeply obsessed with this one raggedy ass mans lore#please lord im beggin enjoy it i tried to include as many easter eggs as possible#ser pounce a lot#rawranansiart#i just love him you honor#anders
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middle-earth dashboard simulator
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pippin was 29 years old???
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he should've been at the green dragon
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#gates of argonath #argonath #amon hen #middle earth landscapes #photographers of middle earth #travel #dark academia #lmao pls reblog this i almost fell out of my boat taking this photo
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my hungry ass could never travel with lembas
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#the entitlement i see on this site sometimes is disgusting #y'all will just post about having easy access to lembas when we can't eats hobbit food??? #we must starve??? #vent #do not rb
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CALLOUT FOR GRIMA WORMTONGUE
I've talked a lot about this already on this blog, but I want to have everything collected in one post so next time some dipshit with a white hand icon slides into my inbox to call me a liar I can just link to this post. tl;dr grima wormtongue has been poisoning my uncle and the land of rohan for the past few years, and here are the receipts:
Keep reading
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i stg if one more of you tells me I should've sent frodo on the eagles I'm asking iluvatar to take me back
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recent read: there and back again: a hobbit's tale by bilbo baggins
I thought this was SOOO fun and cute! I'm usually not into rpf but did anyone else think there was something between bilbo and thorin? 👀 I can't be the only one who saw it. but the ending made me cry my eyes out.
4.5/5 stars
#booklr #there and back again #bilbo baggins #recent read #dark academia #light academia #book review
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who up mirking they wood
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wtf the new king of gondor just bowed to these four random short guys?? everyone else bowed too and I just went along with it lmao 😅 am I missing something????
#this is right after he sang a song and made out with some hot elf chick #truly the wildest coronation i've ever been to
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ULTIMATE HOTTEST FIRST AGE BADDIE TOURNAMENT FINALS!!!!
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here y'all go again pitting two bad bitches against each other
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everyone who voted galadriel is a kinslayer apologist #luthiensweep
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fuck my job so much. everyone manifest an attack on gondor so I can finally warm my fingers on this beacon fire.
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by eru this can't be happening
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Blessings Of The Wool Dragon
#the lord of gentle swords#green#dragon#fantasy art#dalayangan#art#new art please come look my lieges#I am still working on commissions don’t worry happy holidays#inspired from chestnut farmers of Vietnam#long boy
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18+, mdni, vi-shaped but what else is new
car mechanic!vi who's basically been working at her dad's autoshop hounds auto since she was like seven years old, running around handing vander the fuel pressure meter and fetching water, who grows up in the garage to the point that all vander's regulars know her by name and also all her favorite sweets (bc she DOES have a sweet tooth, despite her tomboy looks).
car mechanic!vi who's closet is exclusively stained gray tanktops, leather jackets gifted to her by all her dad's patrons, and old denim from thrift shops bc she likes how they feel worn in and also why bother getting "nice" clothes if they're just gonna get greased up anyway? who hums to herself when she's working, always has a cool beer chilling in the garage fridge and is doing her best to make sure she can send powder to caltech bc she knows her sister is a genius and is gonna be like a rocket scientist one day.
car mechanic!vi who laughs when you pull up one day with your 1960's cherry red corvette, climbing out of the driver's seat with your white fishnets and your pink croptop and your plaid miniskirt, your heart-shaped sunglasses propped on top of perfectly blown out bangs, and the only thing vi can think when she lands eyes on you is how much she'd enjoy taking you apart on the hood of your car, your thighs hiked onto her shoulders, your palm-prints inked into the bright red paint of your car.
car mechanic!vi who grins slow, slings a greasy towel on her shoulder as she comes out to greet you, hitching an eyebrow as you motion towards the car, your cheeks stained the most adorable shade of pink she's ever seen, saying --
"i think there's something wrong with it --" but when you purse your perfectly glossed, cherry-tinted lips, vi has to force herself not to lose focus because sweet baby jesus on a harley, that should be illegal.
"-- think you can help...?" you shuffle your feet, glancing at her even as she takes her time looking you over, doing nothing to hide the way her eyes rake over the length of your body and back up again.
"sure thing, sweets. mind if i pop the front?"
you swallow, nodding eagerly; vi doesn't miss the way your eyes linger on her arms and perhaps flexes harder than is absolutely necessary when opening up the front hood of the car.
car mechanic!vi who bends over to take a closer look and actually does miss the way you physically have to tear your eyes away from the bend of her ass, because holy shit? it does not help that vi shifts to lean further into the hood, a slip of skin peaking out from beneath her tanktop, and suddenly, there's a spring-water rush of blood behind your ears, threatening to drown out all other sound as she pulls back with a shrug.
"looks like the cooling system's busted," she says, scratching at the back of her neck, frowning as she looks back at you, "there's a couple things we can do --"
you swallow, "just a couple?" you ask, before you can stop yourself. you squeeze your eyes shut as the words leave your mouth. woops. fuck.
car mechanic!vi who blinks, cocking her head at you before a smirk teases across her lips. she leans back against the front of your car, crossing her arms loosely over her chest.
"yeah, for the car. but... dunno, if you wanna stick around for a bit, i can think of a ton more things we can do..."
you lick your lips, scuffing your mary janes against the cool pavement of her garage.
"define a bit... and also a ton..."
vi's grin is crooked; there's a fox-bright gleam in her eyes as she pushes off the car and makes her way towards you -- and for a moment, you can't help but wonder if she's a lamb in wolf's clothing, or perhaps (the thought singes a tantalizing line up your spine) just the damned wolf itself.
car mechanic!vi who tells you that for the car, she can either order all the parts that have suffered wear and tear, and then just replace them.
"issue with that is, in these older models, even with the parts replaced, it won't last you too long before you'll need them redone again."
"so..." you teeter, looking around at the various tools hung across the walls, every inch of space utilized to maximize efficiency, the high ceilings, the slow-turning fans, the propped up cars, some missing the front two wheels, some just a skeleton of mechanical parts.
"but lucky for you, one of my old man's pals just put a brand new crossflow radiator into his 1960's corvette, and he paid me to help him rig it. and i can do the same for you."
by the way vi smiles, it's obvious that this is the option she thinks you should go for. you blink.
"cross... flow... what?"
vi stares for a few seconds before letting out a startled laugh.
"wait -- i thought you said this was your car?"
you nod, fiddling with your hands behind your back.
"and... you've got no idea how to take care of a vintage car like this, do you?"
you shake your head, feeling a now-familiar heat prickling into your cheeks.
"my -- my dad got it for me for my 21st birthday..." you say, just on the other side of petulant.
car mechanic!vi who hums low in her throat and closes the distance between you in a few quick steps, a hand drifting up to trace along the line of our cheek.
"and you're just daddy's little princess, aren't you?" she asks, noticing with a dull ache in her belly, the way your breath hitches at the word princess.
she bites back another smirk as you bob your head once, your eyes flickering down to her lips before refocusing on her again.
"well..." she draws out the word, tugging back, a satisfied warmth pooling in her chest at the way your lips push out into perfect pout at her distance, "if you wanna give you daddy a call to ask what he might want..." she lets her words trail off. but you're already shaking your head, your eyes bright, your expression over-eager.
(she thinks you just might be the end of her; if she doesn't end you first.)
"no!" you squeak, "i -- i mean -- whatever you think is best --" you amend hurriedly, blushing something furious as vi leans back up against her workbench, her gaze locked on the shape of you, the hunger in her eyes now so evident that it sparks goosepimples down the lengths of your arms.
"yeah? you trust me that much, pretty girl?"
you nearly go into anaphylactic shock; your lashes flutter.
vi thinks she might honestly blow a fuse as you look shyly back at her, your gaze somehow both molten and hard.
"y-yeah. i do. i -- i trust you."
car mechanic!vi who wastes no time drawing up a plan for your repairs, but when you glance over the receipt, you notice that the number at the bottom is way, way too long, and you're fairly certain (even in your advanced stages of crush-induced lightheadedness) dollar amounts aren't usually broken up by dashes.
"is this... where i should send the payment?" you ask, holding up the handwritten receipt.
vi grins, tossing you a look over her shoulder as she steps out from behind the wheel of your car, now parked safely in her garage.
"nope. that's just my number."
"your..." you look back down at the scribbled series of digits. oh.
"so... are you gonna text me the final cost?"
vi chuckles, "sure, sweets -- if that's what you'd like. and if you're feelin' real frisky -- we can text about other stuff too."
your breath catches in your throat like thread around a barbed wire fence. you nearly drop the receipt.
"l-like what?" you ask.
"oh... i dunno..." vi says, the tease now obvious in her voice as she makes her way around the shop, gathering this tool and that, bending down to haul a massive toolbox from beneath a set of shelves. your mouth physically waters at the flex in her biceps as she carries it all back over to her workbench.
"maybe about the kinda coffee you like," she says, leisurely, "or how you'd like your eggs in the morning."
car mechanic!vi who wastes no time in asking if you'd like to go out the next day, because as much as she really loves the thought of pinning you to the hood of your car right then and there, a part of her wants to do this properly. and, she muses, there's no better foreplay than sharing a banana split sundae with a pretty girl.
she sends you on your way with the receipt tucked into your miniature handbag ("what's that even hold anyway?" "uhm... my card wallet, the keys, and lip gloss!" "...ah. of course. all the most essential things.") and a promise to pick you up the following day, since your ride's temporarily out of commission ("don't worry, sweets, i'll take real good care of this baby right here." you immediately wonder if it's normal to feel jealous of a car).
and pick you up she does, at 6pm on the dot, in black pants so tight they might've been painted on, and a cropped leather jacket, though you hear her revving her motorbike a full 30 seconds before her text dings on your phone --
look outside, sweetness.
car mechanic!vi who is so polite to your rather bewildered parents, smiles wide and charming, easily slips into conversation with your dad about the vintage cars in his collection, calls your mom "m'aam" and compliments her pearl earrings, promises not to keep you out too late. so that by the time she tells you to swing onto the bike behind her, you're convinced that your parents might like her more than they like you.
"hold on tight, princess." is all she says before she rips off down the street of your cul de sac and you're yelping, burying your face in her back, the leather of her jacket butter-soft and warm against your skin.
car mechanic!vi who's just a bit too smug and more than a little smitten when she has to help you off her bike in the parking lot of the cute little retro-themed diner downtown, you shaking out your hair from the helmet she'd handed you, your cheeks painted sunset as she guides you into the restaurant with a palm at the small of your back.
who enjoys talking to you way too much, who wants to bottle up the sound of your laughter in one of those old fashioned coca-cola bottles, all sweet and bubbly, and save it for the summer afternoons when the air's thick enough to slick the skin, pop it open and pour it down her throat, swallow around the sound of you, giggling into the curly fries, debating with her about the perfect ketchup-to-mustard ratio for the most optimum fry-eating experience.
car mechanic!vi who tells you that the sundaes here are the best in town, and nearly melts at how bright your eyes get, how excited you look as you nod and flag down the waitress to order one.
"just one?" the waitress asks.
"trust me, one is more than enough," vi answers smoothly, shooting you a wink that might've induced heart failure in a weaker soul (and you truly do not think you're one of god's strongest soldiers bc you definitely had to take a mental breather after that).
but it turns out that she was quite right, because the banana split is huge. dauntingly-sized. and vi perhaps has too good of a time watching you gape over it (she's not at all thinking about how your cute lil mouth, so round now, would look stretched over her strap, not at all nope, nope, nope) before motioning for you to dig in.
car mechanic!vi who thinks, for the first time, that she might've bitten off more than she can chew (metaphorically, of course) when you cut off way too big of a bite, and white whipped cream smears across your lips as you struggle to get the whole thing in your mouth, your cheeks puffed out, lashes fluttering.
"careful there, sweets -- don't want you to hurt yourself," she says, in a decent stab at her usual suave tone, but her voice comes out just a bit hoarse as she reaches out to try and wipe some of the whipped cream from your lips at the exact moment your tongue flicks out to do the same --
her stomach clenches as your tongue accidently laves along the pad of her thumb and the dollop of cream drops onto the table between you.
"whoops," you say, your shoulders shrugging up as you finally swallow the bite of banana and cream, reaching for a napkin to wipe your mouth before dabbing at the tabletop.
when you glance up at vi, she's still staring, her expression strangely blank as you meet her eyes. but the second your gaze catches on hers, you see the way her pupils dilate, darkness eating into pre-dawn blue.
car mechanic!vi who tries her level best not to fidget too hard as the pair of you diligently make your way through as much of the sundae as possible, before you toss down your fork with a sigh, shaking your head.
"wow, i'm so full!"
"mm... could be fuller, i'm sure," vi murmurs into your ear, grinning when you shiver at the low sway of her voice, the gentle dance of her fingers on your waist.
"v-vi!" you squeak, even as she ushers you from the diner with a bright grin at the waitress, promising to come by again soon, and to send their love to her dad and younger sister.
and fuck, she really did think she wanted to take this slow, but holy shit, she can't wipe the image of you swallowing around the mouthful of cream from her mind, the feeling of your warm tongue as it'd flicked across the pad of her thumb.
"c'mon, sweet girl," she says, grazing her lips along the soft spot behind your ear and your knees almost buckle then and there, but her strong arm is looped around your waist as she helps you back onto her bike and cups your cheeks, "god, you have no idea what you do to me, huh?"
your breath hitches; what you do to her? what about what she does to you?
car mechanic!vi who can't help the way she presses in to kiss you, hesitating for a breath to ask can i? against your lips before you're nodding, just as eager as she is, and tugging her in to kiss her. you taste as sweet as she'd imagined (and lord, has she been imagining, even though it's been less than 24 hours), the lingering taste of whipped cream and chocolate syrup on your tongue as she licks hungrily into your mouth, moaning as you whimper, your thighs squeezing around her hips, your ass nearly slipping off the seat of her bike.
she hitches you back up without breaking the kiss, heat rolling up into her neck and shoulders as she feels your fingers twisting in her hair.
"f-fuck --" she pulls back breathless, her head spinning, her eyes caught on the press of your kiss-bruised lips, the way you purse them as you glance up at her, already looking so debauched she's tempted to pull you into the shadow of the diner and take you against the wall.
but, she falls half a step back and breathes, grinning crookedly as you pout at her.
"a-are you gonna take me back to your place, or not?".
car mechanic!vi who lets out a startled laugh and cocks her head, thinking that really there is a god, and that this -- just you, sitting on the black leather of her bike, your hair a bit mussed up, your cheeks flushed with color, asking her to take you to hers -- is all the proof she needs.
"you really are a spoiled little princess, aren't you?" she asks, swinging her leg over the bike seat and adjusting her grip. your arms loop around her middle and she tries not to groan at the feeling of your body pressing up against hers.
"well, daddy always told me that i shouldn't settle for anything less than the best," you say, and your voice would've been lofty, had it not been for the way you lean up to ghost your lips by the shell of vi's ear, chasing shivers down the length of her entire spine.
her stomach roils with heat. she turns to shoot you a smirk over her shoulder.
"well then. guess i'll just have to ruin you for every other girl who might come your way, huh?"
car mechanic!vi who definitely breaks the sound barrier tearing through the few streets separating the downtown strip and the auto shop, who's barely done parking the bike before she's pulling you bodily off the seat, hitching your legs around her waist and carrying you into the shop, slamming a hand on the switch to close the garage door.
she's already kissing you by the time she sets you on the hood of your car, the height of it perfect for her to pull back and pin you down by your wrists. she thinks that you have no business looking so perfect against the bright cherry of the paint, and grins as she looks you over, pressing a knee up between your legs just to hear your breath hitch and admire the way your cute little plaid skirt rides up.
car mechanic!vi who drops to her knees, pillows her cheek on your thigh and groans as she flips up the hem of your skirt to press her the flat of her tongue to the damp patch already soaking through your pink lace panties. who's mesmerized by the sight of you arching your back on the hood of your car, your fingers scrabbling at the smooth metal, reaching down till you can grip at her hair, your lips parting over your little whimpers and moans -- she thinks, faintly, that she wants to fuck you till your voice goes hoarse.
"vi -- what if -- is anyone -- ah --"
she can't help smiling at the way you can't quite get a full thought out, leaning back as she hooks her fingers around your panties and tugs them down your thighs till they're dangling off one of your delicate ankles.
"no one's here, sweetness -- so you can be as loud as you want," she says, reaching down to slick her fingers between your pussy, admiring the shine on her skin.
"b-but what if -- mmngh -- someone c-comes -- b-back --"
and it's cute, really, how worried you are about all of it, even as she teases a finger around your sodden hole, her thumb flicking up against your clit, making your body jerk up. she smiles, easing a finger in with a soft groan of her own, relishing the way you squeeze around her.
"mm, well -- let's see..." she says, her voice low and steady even as she tugs back her finger and pushes it in again, slow as anything, "my dad's out drinking at my uncle's bar across town, and my baby sister's at benzo's place with ekko --" she allows herself a crooked grin as you keen around her just as she presses a second finger into you, "they said they were studying but..." she shrugs, her eyes hooded as she watches you squirm beneath her, "i'm pretty sure they're hooking up so --" she runs a tight circle around your clit with her thumb, puffing out a breath as your thighs clamp shut around her wrist and she has to pry them back open with her other hand, pinning your knee to the hood of your car, keeping your other leg still with one of her's.
"the only person you gotta worry about coming... is yourself, princess."
car mechanic!vi who fucks you through two orgasms, eats you out for a third, before finally letting up and carrying you up to her bedroom above the auto shop, asking if you want to text your parents that you're staying the night.
you do, and vi only teases you a little bit about being such a good girl, but she lets you burrow in against her chest, lets you kiss her neck and tug her phone from her hands before planting one on her lips and trailing your way down her chest, tugging at her tanktop till she laughs and pulls it from her body.
car mechanic!vi who nearly loses her mind when you look up at her from between her legs, all wide eyes and parted lips, pressing your perfectly manicured nails into the corded muscles of her thighs and asking her in the sweetest voice to
"show me what you like -- please? i -- i wanna make you feel good too."
car mechanic!vi who fucks your face till both of you are breathless, her hips bucking up against your perfect mouth, her mind fizzling out at the edges at the way you're moaning into her cunt, the way you're grinding your hips down over nothing as she talks you through how to eat her out just the way she likes. who jerks you up and hauls you into her lap to kiss you sloppy, her fingers digging into the meat of your hips as she grinds you down over her still-throbbing clit, who fucking can't get over the sight of you riding her even as both of you tip into the realm of overstimulation, whining and keening and you collapsing onto her in the muted, twilight dark of her room.
"h-holy shit..."
vi laughs, "yeah. you can say that again."
you look up, a soft, pliant smile, "holy shit, violet..."
and the sound of her name on your lips convinces her, more than anything, that (contrary to all her big talk earlier), you're definitely the one who's ruined her for any other girl who might come her way.
car mechanic!vi who wakes up to your lips on hers, who groans into the taste of you, kissing you, rolling over to pin you beneath her even as the early morning sun spills lemon-bright and spring-water-sweet through her half-closed blinds.
"morning, princess," she mumbles against your lips.
"morning..." you giggle, gasping as she drops a tender kiss to your shoulder.
"sleep well?" she asks, trailing down the smooth skin of your chest till she can lave her tongue around your puffy nipple.
"mm --" you suck in a breath, "y-yeah -- had -- had good d-dreams -- a-ah!" you arch up into her, your body soft and warm as a daydream, and she just can't get enough.
"yeah? tell me... what'dyou dream of, hm?" vi asks, letting the world hum through her throat, rumbling over your skin like thunder across a distant horizon.
you twist your fingers into her hair, gently tracing the tattoo on her cheek before smiling down at her with a smile that looks like the shadow of the rest of her living days --
"i... i dreamt of you."
car mechanic!vi who comes downstairs to find vander in the kitchen, powder nowhere to be seen. but vander takes one look at her and grins, chuckling, rolling his eyes.
"alright then -- what's her name?"
she hesitates for a second before telling him.
"pretty name," vander muses, even as he tugs open the fridge to pull out a few eggs and a half-empty carton of milk. he pushes the milk towards vi with a pointed look.
"vander -- i -- i think she might be the one."
to which vander only laughs, cracking an egg with one hand into the oiled up pan. almost immediately, the egg whites begin to sizzle.
"this the girl with the cherry corvette?" he asks. wordlessly, vi nods. vander chuckles.
"good for you kiddo -- i always told you, haven't i?"
"that i'll know when it's the one? yeah... i -- i think i get it now." vi runs a hand through her bedridden hair, staring at the carton of milk and the ludicrously proportioned cartoon cow, advertising full fat contents within.
"well, as long as you're sure," vander says, cracking another egg, and another.
vi lets out a weak laugh, nodding as she opens the fridge to pull out some orange juice and a few boxes of blueberries.
"yeah. i'm sure."
vander nods, brows furrowing slightly as he flips the eggs with an expert twitch of the wrist.
"good. and -- how's she like her eggs done in the morning?" he asks, reaching over for a plate. vi stares at the over-easy eggs sliding from the old nonstick.
she lets out a tired little laugh, "probably like... poached, or something."
vander whistles, "got yourself a little diva, huh? well -- can't blame ya -- your uncle silco --"
"okay, thanks dad --" vi cuts him off with a deep groan, nudging him out of the way to place a small pot in the sink to fill with water.
vander chuckles, "you gonna introduce me when she comes down later?"
vi takes her time placing the pot on the stove and starting the heat.
"sure, yeah. i'll introduce her."
vander reaches over to ruffle vi's hair, cackling when she tries to duck out from beneath his massive hands.
"'m happy for you, violet."
vi stills, a helpless smile spreading across her lips like sun-warmed butter.
"yeah... me too." she says, "me too."
#⛈ monsoon season#this is 4k words i need to be taken out by the FIRING SQUAD#♨ steamy#arcane#vi x reader#arcane x reader#vi smut#arcane smut#vi arcane smut#vi x you#arcane x you#vi x y/n#arcane x y/n#wlw fanfic#wlw smut#lesbian#car mechanic!vi#i have so many more thoughts about her lord please give me strength.#also i adore dad!vander okay i just hes so good u_u
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Our boy is a fashion icon!!!
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why has 2024 literally been THE summer of toxic old man yaoi i'm genuinely tweaking rn
#good lord we live in the best timeline rn#please the minute i saw that sonic 3 trailer i started quaking in my boots we have been blessed by the toxic yaoi gods#i have made my home in a03 i fear#that's all well and good but TOXIC YURI SUMMER WHEN?@#begging for some good wlw like please give my ladies some action ?!#billford#gravity falls#the book of bill#poolverine#deadpool and wolverine#stobotnik#sonic the hedgehog#sonic 3#toxic old man yaoi goes wild#mej's favs
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for the love of god
#don't make me tap the sign#house md#i know its sometimes asking a lot to have nuance on the internet in the year of our lord 2024#the amount of people i see saying 'they dont queerbait like this anymore' IT WASN'T QUEERBAIT. PLEASE#or like 'oh another queerbait show to get into'#im so tired lol
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PDA at the function. 🍑
#lotr#lord of the rings#legolas#gimli son of gloin#gigolas#in my mind here gimli believes he is being subtle#live figwit reaction#I made him way too tall here ok i know please dont mention it ill cry :(
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There is no such thing as personal space between them.
#zutara#atla#zuko#avatar the last airbender#katara#atla fanart#atla art#zuko fanart#fire lord zuko#zuko x katara#prince zuko#katara x zuko#atla zuko#zuko art#katara art#katara fanart#katara of the southern water tribe#Ambassador Katara#zutara fanart#zutara art#The original picture is of Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun. I was minding my own business when it showed up on my feed. I just HAD to do this#I have a strict no-shipping-real-people policy so no Joshler (please just...don't)#But the meme's caption was fun and the picture was so wholesome so now it's ZK#Fire Lord Zuko and Ambassador Katara being sweet and cute and oblivious. As they must.#He's showing off his brand new Water Tribe hair beads.#Katara's heart is bursting with warmth because he's smiling so widely and he's so proud of himself for having surprised her#He's just so sweet and cute#And she doesn't have the heart to tell him that the beads are weaved wrong#It's okay tho. She'll do them properly later#(And that is most certainly not an excuse to touch his hair. Not at all)
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Hello Adam Warlock nation 🧡
#adam warlock#peter quill#star lord#quillock#marvel rivals#I'm not drawing all those lines ever again. I need them to give Rivals Adam his comic costumes so I can just put him in those#2025 year of quillock... I haven't drawn them in sooo long :') I've missed them#its been fun seeing more people get into Adam because of the game hello everybody. please read Warlock by Jim Starlin#art#oh also new fans my main is adamwarlock btw. go there for more adam 👈
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Lucifer heard Satan talking shit:
Idk this popped into my head a couple days ago and so naturally instead of working on assignments I started drawing this instead. Didn’t expect it to turn out as well as it did.
#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel#i love luci#tumblr sexyman#apple daddy#duck lord#short king#lucifer#lucifer morningstar#helluva boss satan#helluva boss lucifer#helluva boss#helluva boss season 2#my artwork#lucifer fanart#hazbin hotel comic#helluva boss comic#no please#do go on#I’d love to hear all about how you used to rule hell before my fall#you know I was of the impression that hell was created when I gave Eve the apple#but what do I know#I’m only the King
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