#Why is my brain like this
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witchyhobbitess · 1 day ago
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This is the most boring place for me to be 😒😒
I hate the fact that somewhere, out there, another interest that will change my life again waits for me to discover it but i haven't stumbled upon it yet. It's like a weird limbo
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tremordusk · 2 days ago
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HELP FUCK WITH MY MEMORIES PLS
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ineffablyruined · 10 months ago
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Did we all notice Aziraphale's reaction to Crowley's mention of how he's dressed at the Bastille?
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The quick little eyebrow raise and eyes immediately going to Crowley.
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That face is very: "He commented on how I'm dressed! He noticed what I'm wearing! Wait, was that a good tone or a bad tone? I'll fight him if it was a bad tone. No, no, I look fabulous and we are both aware of that."
Original gifs from @winter-seance.
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ruleroftheimps · 23 hours ago
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Reblogging this, but with an addendum:
imagine this au post Radiostatic breakup. I shall now leave.
Okay, fuck it, I gave into the temptation, and I am typing out this idea.
Radiostatic with A/B/O dynamics. Alpha Alastor, Omega Vox, it's mostly about taking care of the other and protecting them so platonic bonds are totally possible. Vox's Omega status is actually pretty well known, and has been ever since he became an Overlord.
In the past, Vox and Alastor were best friends, and maaaaybe a bit more around the 1970s. They were basically inseparable, and the main reason nobody bugged Vox about his status, was, well... who's going to bug the Radio Demon's friend about anything?
Vox is used to feeling oppressed by whatever mate he picks because of his status, and basically decided that, even if he has a mate, he never wants to be marked and have the ability to use suppressants/change mates/etc taken away from him, even though he's pretty much set on never leaving Alastor. Seriously, Alastor cannot escape him if he wanted to. Alastor respects this HUGELY, especially because Vox's reaction to finding out Alastor doesn't like sex was basically just 'Oh, okay. What's for dinner?' So, they're happy in their relationship, whatever it is.
That is, until a newly fallen sinner gets a bit too arrogant while Vox is drinking at a bar and tries to forcibly mark him. Unsurprisingly, they get zapped, but Vox is still shaken. Especially when the fact that if he ever does get overpowered and claimed, that could affect the power in Hell is brought up at the Overlord meeting literally the next day.
So, influenced heavily by waaaay too much alcohol, he decides to ask Alastor, his trusted partner and closest friend in Hell to mark him. Just so, that way, he can't be claimed by anybody else forcibly. And besides, he's never going to leave Alastor, they'll always be a dynamic duo, so it'll work out just fine!
...right?
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roach-master · 5 months ago
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since apparently yall still think I deserve free will smh
*cutely drops this and runs away*
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hisbucky · 1 year ago
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*the week after father's day* Hen: Okay, let's hear it. What did all you dads get from our resident golden retriever? Bobby, fondly: Buck bought me a whole new pair of ice skates. Told me we could try and go to the rink every other weekend. Chimney: Mine was a couple of scarves and hats, they came in sets so I could match with Jee. Eddie, distracted: He bought us handcuffs. Good quality. Durable, easy on the wrists, and it looked great on both our skin tones. Everyone else: ... Eddie: I just said that out loud, didn't I?
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madammidnightsblog · 7 months ago
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I’m trying to get back into writing- I AM but…. Call Of Duty has been stuck in my head for months!! 😭😍 I’m starting to let my ADHD to take over and write for them along with everything else 🤭
Also, my husband, Nikolai is my main focus at the moment 😍
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loklove48 · 9 months ago
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More art from a fic I’ve started.
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indecisivecosplayer · 6 months ago
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Headcanon that when Angel is at his worst, he always calls Valentino. When his world is falling apart around him, his fingers automatically find that dreaded contact, sometimes without even realising it.
Imagine Angel curled up on the floor of his room in the hotel, Fat Nuggets nudging his leg with his snout to try and get him to calm down, and suddenly Valentino's voice emanates from the phone in his hand.
Angel just starts sobbing, breath coming in short rasps and Val's entire demeanour changes. He's had years of practice at manipulating Angel when one of these phone calls happens.
Valentino: Angel, darling, what's wrong? Did something happen?
And Angel just latches onto that voice, like it's his last hope, like it's the air he is struggling to breathe, because he's used to Val. He knows how to deal with Val. He knows how he works. Valentino isn't unpredictable and uncontrollable, in the way life is right now.
Angel: Val... Val, I...
Valentino: Shh, love. It's okay. I've got you. I'm gonna come get you, okay? I'm leaving the tower now.
Angel: Please...
Valentino: Don't worry, amorcito. I'm gonna take care of you. Just breathe. You remember how to do that, don't you?
Val chuckles softly, a hissing of static through the phone, and Angel's body seems to give way, no longer his own, knowing he didn't have to worry about anything anymore. He is on stable ground now, the script is familiar now.
What makes it all worse is that, when Angel picked up his phone and scrambled through his contacts for a saviour, he was trying to call Husk.
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onebizarrekai · 5 months ago
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hey guys. I am genuinely so bad at numbers that I didn't count 0-99 as a century and I wrote 20th century into ibvs, forgetting that the 20th century started in 1900 and not 2000. thank you for being kind and not noticing or assuming I did it on purpose even though it makes no sense
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~FLEXIBLE~
KATSUKI BAKUGOU X READER
Okay so it's kinda smut with plot tho (sorta not really)okay just TRUST ME ON THIS.
I've had this idea plaguing me where essentially Bakugo is definitely an intense person. He can be loving, but the mans cant help but want certain things. He loves when his baby is struggling to keep it together for him, or having to try things for his praise yk (i cant summarize things well).
After a long day/during an aggressive session, y/n cant fully handle it, not being flexible enough, so his health aware self whom always pays attention to maximize health via diet and physical wellness makes it his priority each day to stretch with her for her health and to solve their little problem. :]
It's pretty short, sorry<3
i just had to get it off my chest T^T
18+ content NSFW(mdni), fem! reader, fluff + smut, penetration(very short) <3
`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` It all begun from one rough night, the product of a rough day at work. Bakugou came back home late in a fit, slamming the door behind him and throwing his stuff on the couch. What gave it away other than the slam of the door? He was a real neat freak. He believed there was a right and a wrong way to do everything, that everything had a place. When he was like this, just dropping his things, usually it had to do with some form of intense emotion. Unfortunately (or so people might say), it was frustration. "Kats, is everything okay?" You call out from the room, having been enjoying a book until he got there. You got up, trailing lightly, rather innocently out to the living room to catch him discarding items onto the couch from pieces of his gear to extra clothing. His crimson eyes lock onto you as he stepped up, pulling you firmly into a kiss.
Despite his apparent aggression, he was nothing but ever gentle with you (outside of bed of course), his big hands holding your face with much care as he took your breath away. The heat of his body radiated from his skin, the contact of your faces and the grip he had on you conducting it over to steadily increase your temperature, the room feeling hot.
When he pulls away, your delicate, flushed face looking up at him through with such pretty eyes, he couldn't help himself. His lips crash into yours again, his hands finding your waistband, tugging them down slightly. He always paused to ask, even if it wasn't verbal. You pull him in deeper, answering his question with a matching want.
He's quick to pull them down, dropping them to your ankles, which you flick away absentmindedly, too focused on his physical presence.
"Turn around for me, baby." He murmurs, patting your hip. You turn to face the counter but he shakes his head, grabbing your waist and turning you away from the surface, doing everything in his power not to slap that pretty ass of yours. "Ah, nope, we're trying something new." He hums as he broke his dick free from his pants, letting them fall down his thighs, holding the base carefully rubbing up along your folds, always sure to focus on how you could enjoy the moment. You shudder, letting out an airy sigh as he does so, voicing what you do and don't like always making him feel that much better about the way he fucks you. He can only the best, after all.
He gives a light slap to your ass, gripping the round plush of it before sliding his hand to get a good grip on your hip, lining up before sinking in, groaning gutturally as he took his time to indulge in you. You coo as he does so, fluttering at the feeling. He adjusts, drawing his hips away slowly just to make them meet again. You cant help but moan prettily over his dick, and he took that in proudly.
He pats your hip again, bringing one foot to the inner base of yours, knocking it to widen your stance, running a hand up from your ass to the small of your back, coaxing you lower. "Go ahead and get lower for me." He hums, drinking the sight. Your hands touch the ground, low enough to bend your elbows slightly, but not going as far as he'd like. "Kats, i can't go that low, I'm not that flexible!" You whine. He stops for a moment, thinking, his vermillion eyes tracing your figure quietly before noting. "we can work on that."
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Forward to now, a week later and he's been going out of his way to get you out of bed in the mornings with him and walking you through his stretching routine, strictly at least 15 minutes each morning. Youd do this every morning, accompanied with another 15 once more either midday, before and after a workout, or at night.
You had gotten the lecture about health from him the morning after.
"You have to be mindful of your diet" "I know" "And your body. Strength is important for your health overall" "I know" "But without stretching it could lead to injuries and you're not that stupid are you?" You shake your head.
He only ever wanted the best for you. He was always health motivated, very mindful of his sleep, his diet, and his physical well being. You best believe he was sure to make it his priority to follow up on yours too.
You were currently sitting on the ground, legs parted and reaching to the side to touch your left foot, matching him. He looks at you and grins, getting up to press a kiss to the side of your head, giving a proud smirk to you, admiring you intently, surely with a glint of mischief as he thought ahead. "It sure feels better to be more flexible, huh?"
After all, he cared for your health. What would he do if his baby couldn't cutely press her chest to the ground for him?
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livelaughlovelams · 2 months ago
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Hamilton: Are you today's date? Because you're a 10/10.
Laurens: [blushes]
Washington: That was horrible.
Hamilton: [Walks up to Betsy] Are you today's date? Because-
Washington: HAMILTON.
Hamilton: okay.
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pessimisticbreadslice · 5 months ago
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I can finally say that after so many attempts I can finally draw Nick's ✨️h a i r✨️
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melowmolly · 10 months ago
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After "Masquerade", how could i NOT??
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mi1es · 8 months ago
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oops 😬
hehahaha…. I it’s almost like I forgot i could post my art here lol
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thatartiststudios · 3 months ago
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My life, currently
My brain: k, let's get some lil fic writing in today, mayhaps some more Callum kissing Rayla's scars?
Me: ohhh yesss, I love writing that!
My brain: but with angst.
Me: but... but I just wrote that with angst, and a few other oneshots with angst, and one of the Snake Boi Callum Week 2.0 prompts
My brain: more angst. Now.
Me: but Rayla doesn't deserve this. I can write kisses and scars without angst.
My brain: angst. Right this very second.
Me: ...
And also
Me: *writing Callum giving Rayla casual endearments and affectionate touches throughout the day* aww, this is gonna be so sweet and fluffy—
My brain: Rayla feels like she doesn't deserve the titles. She's insecure. The nobles at the ball sneer at her. She feels incapable of being loved
Me: ...
Me: why... Why are you like this?
And me literally right now
Me: *meditating* fluffy Rayllum thoughts, fluffy Rayllum thoughts, fluffy Rayllum thoughts, FLUFFY RAYLLUM THOUG—
I can't even—
Please, I'm begging you, please send fluffy Rayllum headcanons my way. I need them.
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