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ciircex Ā· 6 months ago
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Alastor [ @culling ] declared, "there you are, darling. ā€ šŸ‘€ || My muse is being hit on by someone they aren't interested in and are visibly uncomfortable. Send, "there you are, darling" for your muse to come and wrap their arm around mine's waist to guide them away.
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The ALLURE of a femme fatale seemed to have followed her EVEN in death, which was flattering but it also could be such an... annoyance. Compliments were all FINE && DANDY, stroking her already HIGH self-esteem, but it was a problem when the compliments just became LEWD comments that just irritated her to no end. [ IT WASN'T EVEN TASTEFUL FLIRTING, SOMETHING SHE COULD PLAY ALONG WITH. HOW DREADFUL! ] "How ADORABLE, you think you have a chance with me," she TEASED, though an edge was gleaming under her words, threatening to cut the fellow sinner if they persisted. All she wanted was to walk home from her boutique, alone && without a CARE in the world. Circe should've known that her TEASING remark would have just flown over the horny sinner's head, thinking it was an invitation to invade her space further. A SCOWL presented itself upon her lips && she was fully prepared to bite the head off the other [ METAPHORICALLY, OF COURSE ] but she stopped as she saw the sinner's expression turn VISIBLY afraid. How curious, why did this sinner, who seemed to have been so ADAMANT about going home with her now seem so AFRAID? Circe got her answer within a few SECONDS, an arm wrapping around her WAIST guiding her away from the sinner && a voice accompanied by RADIO STATIC, simply stating: "there you are, darling." She let a SMILE cross her ruby red lips, allowing Alastor to guide her away, anything to get AWAY from any other... unwanted attention. "Thank you for HELPING out, little old me. I SWEAR a lady such as myself can HARDLY walk home alone anymore without some... PRICK thinking he can rizz me up." Her demeanor had changed, FINALLY relaxing now that she wasn't STRESSED at being so lewdly talked to.
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bigfatbreak Ā· 1 year ago
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Birds of a Feather previous / next
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nooskadraws Ā· 7 months ago
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exu trio šŸŒæšŸŒøšŸŽµ
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waveoftheocean Ā· 2 years ago
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"i can see it in his eyes" šŸ„°
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salamispots Ā· 7 months ago
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hmmm probs won't go with this style but we'll see
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art-is-kayos Ā· 24 days ago
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Long day in the shitpost mines
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harbingersecho Ā· 6 months ago
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are we the sins we have committed? are we the things we have endured? [...] who are we?
[ref]
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thatbuddie Ā· 7 months ago
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after buck and eddie get together, eddie starts giving buck absentminded kisses all the time.
kiss on the forehead after he passes him his morning coffee. kiss on the cheek while buck is cooking dinner. kiss on the back of his hand as buck drives them to bobbyā€™s house for a family bbq. kiss on top of his head while they cuddle watching a documentary. kiss on his shoulder while they sit on the station couch reading in between calls.
but buckā€™s favorite kisses? the ones edde blows him from a distance. when no one is looking during a call and they have to separate, buck doing evac and eddie treating some minor burns. when buck is pulling out of the their driveway to go meet maddie and jee for lunch and eddie sees him off from the front porch. during their family night out at the movies with chris in between them before the action film their son chose and theyā€™re both probably going to hate begins.
every single blown kiss is always followed by eddie mouthing ā€œi love youā€ at him, and every single time buck feels himself start to blush, the butterflies in his stomach staging a very chaotic and uncoordinated flash mob.
thereā€™s something so exhilarating about knowing that no matter how close or far away they physically are eddie always wants to be kissing him. like eddie knows just as well as buck does that his lips were always meant to graze buckā€™s skin and leave behind goosebumps for hours to come.
even when they canā€™t see each other at all, buck knows eddie is thinking about it too because eddie does not go more than 3 hours without sending him little šŸ˜˜ emojis. he doesnā€™t say anything else, doesnā€™t contextualize them because he doesnā€™t need to. it's just random šŸ˜˜ throughout the day, scattered in between the rest of their texts.
buck [3:33pm]: got caught in traffic, chris and i will be there soon! eddie [3:33pm]: ok, hen and denny just arrived eddie [6:03pm]: šŸ˜˜
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eddie [11:27am]: can you write ā€œchris dentist appointmentā€ on the kitchen calendar for 10/17? buck [11:31am]: done! eddie [11:32am]: thanks, baby eddie [2:16pm]: šŸ˜˜
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buck [10:08am]: we also need eggs! buck [11:43am]: remind me to replace the lightbulb in chrisā€™s bedside lamp eddie [1:14pm]: šŸ˜˜ eddie [3:09pm]: your amazon package just arrived buck [3:09pm]: yaaaaaaay eddie [7:24pm]: šŸ˜˜
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eddie [6:02am]: šŸ˜˜ eddie [8:56am]: šŸ˜˜ eddie [9:07am]: šŸ˜˜ eddie [12:31pm]: šŸ˜˜ buck [3:17pm]: šŸ˜˜šŸ˜˜šŸ˜˜
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cosmicwhoreo Ā· 10 months ago
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I love you and your art!!
And if you donā€™t mind can you explain Gold Chocoā€™s lil eye thing? Looks neat.
bokay why not-
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Gold's monocle serves a couple functions, acting more like a monitor screwed into Gold's face than just a regular eye. He mostly uses it to take notes, discreetly research random things and (his personal favorite) hack into cameras around Earthbread and be a little nosey nancy. He doesn't need it to have control over his extra limbs or workshop, but it is vital for him to always be watching and always be listening. which is why he hates going without it, he HATES the idea of not knowing everything.
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His "tell" on what emotions are more genuine than others is if the monocle is sparking or not. He also can't actually blink with that "eye", even if it makes it seem like a cheeky wink or whatever, it's always perceiving. (unless of course he's going through to many thoughts, then it becomes staticky and fuzzy-)
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crocodilenjoyer Ā· 4 months ago
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hey. don't cry. one piece really good, ok?
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rubberbandgirlme Ā· 5 months ago
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another interesting piece of exchange between mhin and leander that caught my eye šŸ‘
indeed, it seems baffling that leander, our reliable man, our nice guy, the nicest of the nicest, just forgets to warn mc about such a tiny little detail, easily forgettable for sure ā€” that eridia's streets are unsafe at night šŸ’€
he quickly covers it up by flirting ā€” and boy, can i wait (can't, need this game right now) to see more of such instances, because he seems to master this craft, and it is working on most people, ā€” hinting at mc's beauty and/or the intimate (and it is intimate for mc, whether you like leander or not) moment they shared.
but do you know the most important, tasty nuanced thing this tiny, blink-and-you-miss-it dialogue reveals? leander doesn't care about mc, about their life and safety; he's niceys, it's all just an act. sure, cap, you might say, we already know leander is a manipulative titty shit, what's new? but look at it another way: we know this because rss kindly backed us up with all this additional info and content so we don't starve to death while waiting for the release (rss, i would have gone through content drought anyway. this is not a shade, take your time, i love you). now imagine playing this game for the first time without a pile of lore stacked at the back of your mind and seeing these discrepancies in his behaviour (check out my previous post on this), foreshadowing that he's not as good as he seems and his path might be dark and gritty as hell.
and now, my fellow leander girls/gays/whoever else is there, imagine how it would feel when leander cares (faints).
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rubysparx Ā· 1 year ago
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im a fan of this guy
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also these guys too or whatever;
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(do not repost, click for a little more quality!)
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slushiepizza Ā· 7 months ago
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1980s supercomputer-horror project meridian AU that nobody asked for (marcus still on his bullshit regardless.)
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the year was 1979. ETS released their latest supercomputer, the A553-T. It was state-of-the-art, an invention that would revolutionize how computers work forever. 240 million calculations per second. It took the breath out of your lungs- you had never seen anything like it. It perfectly blended form and function- and it was the most dense a computer has ever been, a towering, multiple-sided object in the middle of the room like a heart in a ribcage. Underneath it, a cooling system was installed- a network of pipes and cables and freon like what mycelium was to fungi. As you untangled the system- you found what seemed to be a lump. You tell yourself that it was dust- or some sort of buildup of dirt. But you know what it was. Vessels started to form in the lumps. Maybe you weren't so different from 'it' after all. Meanwhile, your coworker struggled with workplace discrimination due to his heritage, the looming political conflict left a bad taste in everyone's mouths. The same conflict, though, that funded the creation of the object of your affections. (pronoun monolog inspired/ based on a passage from I have No Mouth yet I must Scream)
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cainternn Ā· 2 years ago
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i binged all of the glory when season 2 came out and its been on my mind ever since
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beaulesbian Ā· 1 year ago
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no but the parallels between the names of the books
the foxhole court - for neil -> who found his new home and family with the foxes, who became so fast so protective of him after three books of finding out whats all had happened with him, and grew closer as a family
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the sunshine court - for jean -> who found his new life with the trojans who took him in and gave him space to live and grow, and to see the sun! (and hopefully we will read all that progress he did. ouch. can't wait).
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gayeddieagenda Ā· 2 months ago
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for your considerationā€¦ šŸ»šŸ“½ļøšŸ˜³ + 55: tracing the lines on the otherā€™s hand
another scene prompt game! this one is for real long sorryyyyy. also it features the actual smallest amount of blood u can imagine, but it IS there. and it IS plot critical.
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ā€œYouā€™re right,ā€ Buck called. ā€œTheyā€™re all Pokemon.ā€
ā€œIā€™m really fine,ā€ Eddie said.
Buck came back into the living room, box of band-aids and Eddieā€™s first aid kitā€”not the everyday one, the big one, from way in the back of the cabinet under the sinkā€”in hand. Eddie didnā€™t even know how heā€™d known where to find that one. ā€œNo,ā€ Buck said. ā€œYouā€™re getting Pokemon.ā€
Eddie pulled a face.
It really, really was not a big deal. It was a Friday night with no Christopher aroundā€”Denny and some mutual friends were doing a video game night and sleepover at the Wilsonā€™sā€”so Buck had shown up at Eddieā€™s at seven with takeout from the banh mi place, the good one that he had to drive nearly to Chim and Maddieā€™s to get. Eddie swung the grocery store after dropping off Chris and picked them up plenty of beerā€”a pack of Buckā€™s usual brand and then a weird one, whatever seasonal flavor Eddie could find that he knew Buck would love trying just as much as he would hate actually having to drink it.
They ate at the dining room table, decanting the takeout onto real plates. After cleanup, they settled into the living room couch like they meant to stay there a while. Eddie made a show out of squabbling with Buck over the movie choice, before making just as much of a show out of giving in.
It was a Friday night. It was a well-worn routine, as comfortable as the old t-shirts Eddie had had almost as long as heā€™d had Christopher. Tonight was the same as every other night theyā€™d had for the past six, seven years. It was pretty much Eddieā€™s definition of perfect.
Untilā€”
Something happened with the bottle opener. Eddie still wasnā€™t sure what, only that heā€™d been trying to open the beer and watch the screen and talk to Buck all at once, and then suddenly something slipped and now he had a shallow scrape running the length of three knuckles on the back of his left hand, weakly leaking blood.
ā€œHand,ā€ Buck said now. Eddie rolled his eyes, but did as he was told, holding out his hand to Buck.
Buck settled himself back on the couch next to Eddie. He took Eddieā€™s hand and set it gingerly in his lap.Ā 
Gently, he pressed a cloth against Eddieā€™s knuckles. Three little spots of blood soaked slowly into it, each smaller than the last.
ā€œSee,ā€ Eddie said. ā€œItā€™s nothing.ā€
Buck ignored him. When he was satisfied the bleeding had stoppedā€”in Eddieā€™s opinion, it had barely startedā€”he got the Neosporin spray out of the first aid kit. After the Neosporin was on, it was Pokemon time. Eddie got a Pikachu, a Magikarp, and a round blue guy he didnā€™t recognize, carefully Tetrisā€™d together to cover the scrapes around the ridges of Eddieā€™s knuckles.
ā€œWill I make it?ā€ Eddie said drily.
ā€œConsider yourself lucky there was a firefighter in the house,ā€ Buck said.
He was still holding Eddieā€™s hand.
Neither of them had bothered to pause the movie when Eddie started bleeding. On the screen, a car spun out of control dramatically, then exploded.
Buck turned Eddieā€™s hand in his, flipping it so his palm was facing the ceiling. His eyes were on the TV. Eddie almost couldā€™ve convinced himself he didnā€™t realize he was doing it, fidgeting with Eddieā€™s hand the way he sometimes did with pens or a walkie-talkie at work, if it werenā€™t for how carefully he was touching Eddie.
Buckā€™s thumb found the soft center of Eddieā€™s palm. He ran his thumb up Eddieā€™s hand, following the curved line that outlined the meat of Eddieā€™s thumb. His touch was feather-light.
Eddie couldnā€™t help it. He shivered, and Buck looked up.
ā€œSorry,ā€ Eddie said.
Buckā€™s nose crinkled. ā€œI can stop,ā€ he said, not moving.
ā€œI, uh.ā€ Another explosion on the screen, lighting the side of Buckā€™s face up in orange. ā€œI donā€™t mind.ā€
The corners of Buckā€™s mouth lifted, a smile so small it could barely be called a smile.
He looked down at his lap, where he was still holding Eddieā€™s hand in both of his own. Eddie followed his gaze.
It was just Eddieā€™s hand. The lines across his palm showed up clear and mostly unbroken, which his abuela used to tell him meant something. Eddie couldnā€™t remember what. He had calluses on his palms, some from work, some from the gym. On his index finger, he had a thin scar, a relic of a kitchen chopping mishap when he was twenty.
Buck began moving his thumbs in small circles across Eddieā€™s palm. He started light, barely brushing Eddieā€™s skin, so gently that it was almost uncomfortable.
Eddie breathed in slowly through his nose and tried not to move.
When Buck dug his right thumb in a little deeper, right at the joints where Eddieā€™s fingers connected his palm, where his hands got stiff after a particularly long day, Eddie made a quiet, involuntary noise.
Buck looked up.
This, they didnā€™t do. They were physical with each other, always had been, in ways that Eddie never thought bore commenting on. They were on top of each other on the job, more often than they werenā€™t, squeezed in knee-to-knee in the truck and reaching over each other with practiced ease in the field. At home, they were even worse. Fridays had room for a lot of thingsā€”for knocking into each other in the kitchen when they cleaned up after dinner and tussling for the best seat on the couch. Elbows bumping together on the couch, hands brushing when Eddie handed Buck another beer. Sometimes, Buck fell asleep on Eddie halfway through the second movie, his head a heavy weight on Eddieā€™s shoulder. Sometimes, they fought over the remote, wrestling each other on the couch until one of them dragged the other all the way down to the living room rug.
Touching Buckā€”being touched by Buckā€”was nothing new to Eddie. This, thoughā€¦
Eddie could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. Eddie had an old feeling brewing in the pit of his stomachā€”the yawning sense that they were standing on the brink of something.
Somewhere in the back of Eddieā€™s head, heā€™d been waiting for something like this. For a moment, when all the things theyā€™d been holding back between the two of them came bubbling up to the surface. Heā€™d never said it outright, not even in his own head, but sometimes, Buck looked at him and Eddie just knew that something was coming. A breaking point. When Buck would look at him and Eddie would look back and they would both knowā€”okay, now. here we go.
This, thoughā€”he wasn't sure this felt like it.
This was...this was nothing. This was a Friday night. This was pumpkin beer and Eddie's bandaged knuckles and the stupid action movie still playing on the TV. This was so totally, spectacularly unremarkable.
Heā€™d thought, when it was time, that he would know. It would be something they couldnā€™t ignore. They both knew what it felt like to experience the world at scale. Earthquakes, tsunamis, fire and lightning. This wasnā€™t that.
If something as small as Buck holding Eddieā€™s hand was enough to break open this thing between them, it wouldā€™ve happened a long, long time ago.
Wouldnā€™t it?
Eddie looked down. Buck was still holding Eddieā€™s hand in his lap, his thumb making little aimless circles in the center of his palm.
ā€œWhat are you doing?ā€ Eddie asked.
Buck stilled. ā€œI donā€™t know.ā€
Eddie tried again. ā€œWhat, uh. What are we doing?ā€
Buck shook his head, wordlessly.
Eddie tilted his head back up to look at him. His eyes were huge in the half-light, the glow of the TV and the light from the hall heā€™d left on when he went looking for the first aid kit. They stared at each other for a long, drawn-out moment.
Then Buck giggled. The tension broke. And suddenly, Eddie wasnā€™t uncertain anymore.
He closed his hand around Buckā€™s. Eddie looked at him.
ā€œOkay,ā€ Eddie said quietly. ā€œIā€™m just gonnaā€¦ā€
He leaned in, slow and deliberate, giving Buck all the time in the world to figure out where he was going with this. Buck didnā€™t move, didnā€™t pull away, didnā€™t blink. When Eddie kissed Buck, it was barely a kiss, putting his mouth on Buckā€™s as lightly as Buck had first touched Eddieā€™s hand.
Buck made a quiet noise into Eddieā€™s mouth and then they were kissing for real, Buck pressing into him almost hard enough to knock their teeth together.
It was a good feeling, kissing Buck, the kind of raw good feeling that Eddie couldnā€™t remember feeling in a long, long time. Maybe heā€™d never felt something quite like this. Eddie could get lost in this, he was pretty sure, in the closeness, in the feeling of Buckā€™s mouth opening under his, in the quiet noise Buck made when Eddie put his hand in the short hairs at the back of his neck.
When they finally separated, Buckā€™s face was flushed a bright red. Eddie had a feeling he looked about the same.
Eddie swallowed. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. ā€œWas that okay?ā€
ā€œNo, it was awful,ā€ Buck said. ā€œWhat the hell do you mean, was it okay?ā€
Eddie rolled his eyes. ā€œWe havenā€™t done that before, jackass,ā€ he said. ā€œI mean, should we talk about this?ā€
ā€œOh,ā€ Buck said. ā€œSure.ā€ He picked at the hem of his shorts with his free hand, the one that wasnā€™t still holding Eddieā€™s hand between them. His eyes flicked down to Eddieā€™s mouth and back up again. ā€œWe can talk, if thatā€™s what you want to do.ā€
Eddie let out a sigh, faux-exasperated. ā€œShut up,ā€ he said, and hauled Buck back into a kiss, both of them smiling into it.
They kissed and kissed and kissed. They didnā€™t stop when the movie credits started rolling or when the TV switched itself off automatically, the room darkening around them. They didnā€™t stop until Buck had kissed the scars on Eddieā€™s shoulder and the one on his wrist and the goddamn Pokemon band-aids across his knuckles and a lot of other places besides.
It was a Friday night. Theyā€™d had a lot of good Friday nights over the years. Eddie had a feeling this one was going to be pretty hard to beat.
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