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I AM GOING TO POST THE HEIST DUO BEING SOFT AND DOMESTIC AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME‼️
bye I reached the tag limit💀
#the power I wield as a mediocre artist is insane#I have been. Thinking about this specifically for so long ok#just imagine with me#perhaps day after a heist#maybe he offered to take first watch again. but ended up staying up all night to let you sleep. again.#and so maybe now he's super tired#you're just cleaning dishes or cooking or something#and he slowly sidles up behind you#tightening his arms around your waist#he just stands there#breathing in your closeness#there were one too many close calls for his liking#feeling how solid and warm you are is comforting. the even rhythm of your breaths reassuring.#maybe a kiss pressed to your neck#he's just glad you're okay :)#and happy to have you here with him. to share everything you do with each other#OK WOW DAMN I JUST MADE MYSELF ALL🥺🥺🥺🥰#my art#ahwm#partners in crime#heist mark x y/n#heist!mark x y/n#mark iplier#heist mark#heist!mark#ahwm y/n#yn sona#a heist with markiplier#markiplier egos#markiplier cu
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gojo is the type of bf to kiss you alllllll the time when you least expect it . i know he is. super casually and whenever he feels like it, no matter what you’re doing….. every time you so much as pucker your lips in thought he’s There and ready to smooch you :((((((( you’re sitting on the couch and reading? smooch. you’re cooking? smooch. you’re in the shower? smooch. how did he get in there? smooch. he’s insane and addicted and he loves you sosomuch……..
#sniffleeeee#i am thinking abt him </3#he loves feeling you. breathing you in#it’s actual stress relief for him#he’s also 100% the type to . kiss you in your sleep. a little weird but we ball 🙏🙏#he can’t resist you at allllll#don’t even get me started on when you’re upset…. pouting sadly……. he’s this 🤏 close to lifting you up and smothering you in wet kisses#but he doesn’t want to risk pissing you off#…..#or does he …. 🤨🤨#ari noises ✩#gojo x reader#gojo fluff
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BYLER X DIRTY DANCING: CLOSE TO ME
SURPRISE!! @wayward-sherlock and I have become a TEAM to bring to life the written and illustrated story of mike wheeler,, who, upon beginning another doomed bummer summer at his family’s retreat spot of choice, finds himself wrapped up in the responsibilities (and arms) of the resort’s dance staff…….
look out for chapter 1 soon,,,,,,
#we’re having lots of fun with this#michael wheeler is in for it#for what you ask#THE TIME OF HIS LIFE#byler x dirty dancing#close to me#feel your breath in my faceeee#YOUR BODY CLOSE TO MEEEEEEEE#ctm#dirty dancing#byler au#byler#stranger things#stranger things au#will byers#mike wheeler#byler fanart#my art
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. . . | uwhe-arts
#casual#photographers on tumblr#be here for a moment#close your eyes#uwhe-arts#artists on tumblr#breath deeply#original photographers#in the wood#uwhearts#foggy days#trees in the mist#Forest#treescape#vertical#calm down#misty#fog is rising#be home#plant more trees#soulsearchers#pathfinder#inner mood#thoughts come to rest#smell it#peaceful#freedom#inner peace#am Fichterlberg
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katsuki is very sad and a little clingy when your baby is sick :(
#he sits on the couch and holds your little bug in his arms — no matter how big — and jusf frowns :(#their eyes are swollen frim crying and they cant breathe through their nose and their cheeks are so hot :(#and bakugou just hugs them close :(#WAAAAHHH why is this about to make me cry rn#cw children#carries them everywhere :( even if they're five or six he's hoisting them on his hip and letting them rest their head on his shoulder#wraps them up in his arms in the bed when it's time to go to sleep :( in your bed :(#HE'S A SOFTIE HE HATES IT#✿ thoughts: bakugou#✿ theme: dad bakugou
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AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER
2.09 — Bitter Work || 3.12 — The Western Air Temple
Zuko experiencing the different and opposite sides of the water tribe people having "a deep sense of community and love that holds them together through anything" one after the other.
#atla#avatar the last airbender#sokka: this is kinda weird but let's all work together and well... welcome! this is your new home ig!#zuko pov: oh this must be the community spirit uncle was talking about!!#katara: breathe a bit too close to the boy i love and you're dead.#zuko pov: well ok; damn.#zuko#sokka#katara#iroh#water tribe#gifset#kataang#zukka#bc i said so#just realized while making the gifs that sokka leaves the room and then comes back to make zuko more comfortable or make this situation+#less weird while being uncomfortable asf lmao
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tries to sleep, fails, gets melancholy, copes by writing purple turtle fic donatello/reader, gn!reader, rated t, 1.6k. insomnia, friends to.... friends, (were you ever just friends? are you something more? what is love if not friendship shifted an inch to the left?), yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning—
Donatello is sleeping.
Hefting a fatigued sigh, you hover in the doorway to his bedroom for a moment. Staring at his face, taking it in. He’s gotten unfairly handsome as the years have gone by. Beautiful, even. Pretty angles, sharp defined lines, dark seductive eyes. Like this, unmasked, slack in sleep, it’s free for you to look as much as you want. More than you can during the day. A little secret thing just for your own heart’s keeping.
…Best friends shouldn’t want to stare at each other like this, you think with an ache.
It’s late. You can’t sleep. Lying down has provided nothing but racing thoughts you can’t quiet. Things to do tomorrow. Things to say when you see someone. Things to write down if you can hold them until the morning. Things, things, things. So many things in your head, ten thousand little voices like little snowflakes in your skull. Each small, powerless; but together, a force too mighty to outrun.
And Donnie is sleeping. Normally he’s awake. Fiddling, poking, prodding, studying, twisting, cracking, bending. Available to draw you into sleep. Always soothing, petting your hair, cooing at you until you drift off at last to the dulcet sounds of his low rumbles.
But not tonight. Tonight he sleeps, pretty in his sheets even as he’s all sprawled out and drooling. Cute. He’s cute. He’s cute and close enough to touch but so, so far away that you know you never will. Not like that. Not like that.
It’s late. You can’t sleep.
Slowly, not wanting to wake him, infuriated with yourself just at the thought that you’d risked it by lingering as long as you have, you peel away from his door frame and sneak into the living room. The couch greets you again. Inviting, soft. It smells like turtle ass. Popcorn. Movie night. It smells like family, like home. Scratchy beneath your cheek. You’ve been meaning to get them some new pillows. The way Mikey had laughed so hard he’d snorted his drink. Leo’s squawk when it got all over him. The weight of Donnie’s arm on your shoulder when he’d leaned on you while laughing until he got the hiccups. His cologne, new, smells nice. You should tell him tomorrow.
(You can’t tell him. There’s no way for a best friend to look at the other with pupils shaped like hearts and be the same. You can’t tell him.)
Heavily, you sigh. It’s late. You can’t sleep.
You sit up. Get up off the couch. Stretch a little before exhaling and walking around a bit to try and work off some of this excess energy. The darkness of the living room isn’t so much, anymore, what with how your eyes have adjusted. You can see the pieces of the evening strewn about. A pizza box that Splinter’s going to find in the morning and yell at the lot of you for not throwing out. Raph’s teddy bear, leaning against the other couch where he’d been pretending he hadn’t been using it to hide his face in the scary parts. Mikey’s cup, half-full, forgotten in Leo’s panic to find paper towels. And—
—Donnie, standing in the doorway, bleary-eyed, arms folded.
“Why are you awake?” he asks, voice tumbling over your ears like rocks on a riverbed. Guilt strikes you like a blow. He’s exhausted. You’ve woken him up.
“I’m sorry,” you say as an answer, tangling your fingers in the shirt you’d borrowed out of his closet. The shirt you always borrow. The shirt that’s half yours, now.
Donnie’s quiet. You sink your teeth into your lower lip and hope he’ll shrug and go back to bed. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’s got enough sleep juice in him that he’ll drift right back off and forget this happened.
He doesn’t. “…Can’t sleep?”
The guilt burns your skin like sand in the wind. You smile and pretend. “I’ll be okay. Go back to bed, Don. You need it more than I do.”
He doesn’t.
“…Please?” you try again.
You’re met, instead, with a sigh. He rubs the back of his head where his mask would tie if he were wearing it. Lets his arm fall to his side—ah, except no. He’s holding out his hand, palm outstretched, inviting you to come close. When you don’t, his beak wrinkles. “Come here.”
You take a few steps closer, but don’t take his hand just yet. “What are you doing?”
“Just come here,” he says again, curling his fingers a few times in an imperious grabby command. You come closer. He opens his tired eyes in a squint, mouth dipped into a frown, and his gesture gets more demanding. “Come here.”
Stepping closer, closer, closer, finally you get within range. You realize he wants your hand the moment he loses patience with you, watching as he rolls his eyes and reaches out to encircle your wrist with strong fingers. They eclipse the bones there easily, tugging as he turns, pulling you out of the living room.
“Don—” you start to protest, but he stops you with a breath.
“Stubborn,” he accuses, though there’s no heat to the word. The scoff is thick on the back of your tongue—Donnie of all people calling you stubborn—but you don’t let it out, knowing it’ll be too-loud in the pitch night.
He pulls you into his room, the very room that had been such a sweet siren song to you earlier. He pulls you towards his bed. He pulls you in behind him when he settles in. He pulls you beneath his blanket. He pulls, pulls, pulls, until your chest is flush to his plastron and his arm is around your waist and his breath is in your face and your heart is in your throat.
It’s late. You’re not going to be able to sleep.
“…Go to sleep,” he says after a few seconds, doubtless able to feel the way your pulse is like a hummingbird against his skin.
“Sorry,” you say in lieu of—anything else. You don’t dare try to say another word, unsure of what exactly would tumble out instead. Perhaps a sweet poem about the texture of his skin against yours. Maybe a lament that he feels the need to tuck his thigh between yours so so so close to where you wake in a pool of sweat dreaming of his touch. Or possibly a whispered confession that tastes like lightning and blood and sugar all at the same time; that you want this but not this, you want this but more.
Gently, a forehead bonks against yours. Dark eyes open and meet yours, centimeters away. He studies you, and you watch the gears turn. More slowly than usual, lethargic even, because of his slumber.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs. Dumbly, you nod. “Need to talk about it?”
“…Yeah,” you admit, then, “…but I won’t.”
He doesn’t like that. A frown mars his beautiful, beautiful face.
“Why?”
You swallow the incredulous laugh, the kaleidoscope of responses. They’re all irrelevant, impossible to share, save for one. “You should sleep.”
Donnie’s hand tightens, fingers curling in his—your—shirt in the small of your back. “So should you.”
“Yeah.”
“…”
“…”
“…I don’t understand.” The confession, rare, makes you sigh.
“…I don’t either,” you tell him. And you don’t. Why did you have to feel this way for him? Why couldn’t it be someone easier that stole your heart? Why does it have to be the one person you can’t stand to lose? Why does he have to be so comfortable touching you like this and making it hurt even worse? Why can’t you stop feeling this way?
Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep?
His fingers unfurl from your shirt. His hand dips beneath the hem, finding the skin of your back. Slow shivers spread like little earthquakes as he strokes along your spine, tectonic caresses that ripple and destroy. It's familiar enough a touch that you don't stop him; unfamiliar enough that it rends you inside out.
Donnie leans in. Ghosts his lips along your jaw. It’s not a kiss; you’re just friends, after all. But it’s a sweet caress that feels good, all the way to where he lingers at your ear, whispering there, quivering at the touch that's too close to something else to be fair. “Close your eyes.”
You have one rule: listen to Donatello. So you do; you close your eyes, let his nails drag down your back, let his mouth press warm into your pulse, let his chest rumble with churrs that fill the night air with something akin to a lullaby. His legs curl around yours, mixing, confusing, making the separation of you disappear.
It’s… maddening. You hate this. You love him. You love him so much. You hate that he can do this so easily.
“Shhh,” comes the gentle coo against your skin, like he can tell you’re pulling away from his intent. You obey that, too. Donnie says to be quiet, so you quiet. Thoughts, movements, words; all of them fall away at his beckoning. “Just like that. Good.”
Good, you think, feeling a little fuzzy. It feels good to be good for him. God. You’d be so good for him—but no. None of that, now. Not when you can pretend that these little presses of his lips are kisses. That the thickness of his thigh pressed to your shorts means something. That his hand scratching lines in your skin is something meant to claim as much as it is to calm.
“Making me work for it tonight,” you hear him mumble, half-conscious of the words, not sure if they’re real or part of a dream he’s built for you. “Good job, sweetheart. Just like that.”
More brushes of his mouth. A slow glide of tongue. A lovely dream, you think, finally letting your muscles go slack. A dream of a Donatello who would hold you like this, talk to you like this. A Donatello who is more than just your best friend.
It’s late. Finally, warm and held and pulled into a sweet dream, finally, you sleep.
#me slurring with a voice thick with sleep: two best friends that are in love but too close to tell and so they dance like leaves in the wind#forever brushing close. darting about like little butterflies. gossamer wings catching the light and enchanting one another w each breath#but too close. too close. you can't see the scope of a painting when it's the single strokes that catch your eye.#.....................it's almost four in the morning. im sure there are errors but i shan't be fixing them now. have it as it comes#tmnt#rise#donatello/reader#my fic#rating: t
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alright I’m bored so here’s my extremely optimistic crack theory: assuming katsuki seeing a vestige means we’ll see him in the vestige realm, when kudo sorted through izuku’s memories he put his forehead on the wall right??
what if izuku is having a crisis about being left quirkless again and vestige katsuki needs to touch foreheads with izuku to show him all his memories of izuku being heroic without a quirk and he tells him “you never needed a quirk. you were always a hero” or something like that because it’s what izuku always needed to hear
#bakudeku#bkdk#me at three am waking up in cold sweat#HERES HOW BKDK FOREHEAD TOUCH CAN STILL WIN#and then they kiss with tongue and hori shows all of it bc he’s a weird little freak and we all win#and everyone clapped#anyway that’s what I would do if#if I could possess horikoshi’s body and write the resolution#and then I’d add 30 panels of hugging and kissing and post them all online immediately on his Twitter then log out#this isn’t even a theory this is just me explaining why the plot demands a bkdk forehead touch it’s all there it’s been set up#and izuku sees all the memories of him standing up to katsuki and sludge villain and the river scene again#and them forehead touching is at the for front#and izuku closes his eyes and breathes deeply#BC ITS WHAT HES ALWAYS WANTED TO HEAR AND HE HEARS IT FROM KACCHAN#anyway horikoshi let me into your brain I have ideas now draw it DO IT HORI DO IT LISTEN TO ME HORI WE CAN AND WE SHOULD
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The way Till looked genuinely pissed off because of Ivan but he’s not mean about it. Just thinking. The fact that he didn’t just say fuck off right then and there when Ivan asked him for a kiss, but he instead worked around it, as if after realizing Ivan was actually serious he said this as an attempt to pacify Ivan. because even though we get the irony here, it does look like Till trying to ‘let him down easy.’
Even his internal dialogue is harsh, but he doesn’t voice it.
And when Ivan starts whining and getting in his space again, Till doesn’t bother pressing it and just lets Ivan sulk, as if he’s simply handling a pouty child. Like he’s used to it and just letting it be, it doesn’t mean he liked it but Till really wasn’t trying to hurt Ivan.
(even more unsurprising how no punches were thrown, again. Till can only be provoked into acting that way, had this been Ivan’s perspective I’m sure this situation would have looked a lot more narrow-minded)
#till does no wrong#Just let my mans breathe…let him soak up the summer breeze…#He doesn’t deserve this stress#alien stage#alnst till#alien stage till#alnst#Now unless I have a spewed standard of what ‘mean’ comes to. I don’t believe Till was trying to be an ass it’s just…Ivan…#I’m going insane actually….*bashes head in the brick wall with a smile*#alien stage ivan#In saying this because things are getting dodgy again in some parts….Till is not an asshole to Ivan….do you see how Ivan acts#(no offense. I get it.) but let’s put things into perspective here#Side note#“I don’t know what defines close…we were fine I guess” and this is the shit you did to your so called acquaintance#🤦#alnst ivan#ivantill#It shows how much till cared… even in little ways like this
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good morning, i'm thinking about snow leopard/kitty hybrid gojo laying on your back after he cums inside, purring and licking you almost as if he can groom you (and also because he likes the taste of your skin), rubbing his cheek all over you because you're so warm and he's so happy... (and he still hasn't pulled out btw)
#re: satoru gojo#cw hybrids#i'm so normal about him as you can tell <3#pretty little kitty. he just loves you so much 😔#ears and tail lazily flicking as he closes his eyes and smiles all content while squishing you under his weight#teeth gently bite down on your neck instinctively if you squirm too much or try to get up#no!!! you're not allowed to move you're not allowed to leave him!!!#kitty gets to lay for as long as he wants ☹️😠#<<< or at least that's the logic in his brain#meanwhile you can barely breathe#the realest cat behavior
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I hate his ass so much
#pnat update#pnat#pnat spoilers#paranatural#davy jones#tag#GET A JOBBBBB STAU AWAY FROM HER#Cody listen to me vry closely. you have to go to the bottom of the lake. you have to open the pink locker. you dont breathe its fine#the look on your fathers face will be HILARIOUS. just trust me cody just trust m
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I lied, I don’t want to have sex. Take off your shoes, we’re going to gently hold each other for the next 4 hours.
#NOT A JOKE!#HOLD ME!#don’t want weiner! don’t want cooter! just want to hold someone close and feel their heart beat with mine!#every night I think about redownloading tinder and simply saying “no sex. just want to be held.“#it’s platonic honey!#maybe also some slight platonic kissing#as friends#I think you should be able to squish up against your friends and give them a soft smooch on their forehead while watching The Thing#you know when you hug someone and it’s so warm and nice and you do a big breath and it feels so nice and peaceful when you exhale#I want that… 4 hours. no negotiations. 2 movies. light snacks. or else.#text
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Saw your Mishanks bodyswap art! Very cute and fun! (Mihawk with a genuine smile on his face so so fun)
I imagine Shanks whould have trouble fighting in Mihawk's body at first since it's been years since he's had two arms
yes absolutely, i imagine that too! conversely, i think mihawk would have a little bit of trouble adjusting his balance and reach with a body missing one arm, as well. it's interesting to think about how they both would be forced to change their fighting style, and whether or not they would exchange swords.
mihawk's been seen using yoru with just one hand so he could probably pull it off with shanks's body. also interesting to think about shanks tripping up on having two arms until he naturally slips into his old fighting style again--or would he? because there's also the question of muscle memory, right? would mihawk's body automatically do things that shanks isn't predisposed to doing, and vice versa?
the other thing i find intriguing about body swapping in one piece is the question of whether or not your haki powers would switch as well. they say haki is spiritual presence, so presumably your haki switches if your spirits switch, but if it's the kind of spirit that's tethered to the presence of the body? then consider mihawk having the strongest conqueror's haki out on the blues, or shanks being able to use observation haki at mihawk's level, practically being able to predict the future--or mihawk, able to counter with shanks's haki-kill technique. food for thought!
#rei replies#one piece#mishanks body swap au#mishanks#akataka#dracule mihawk#shanks#akagami no shanks#red haired shanks#re: the genuine smiling#i also like to think shanks in mihawk's body would have this moment where he realizes his cheeks ache from all the smiling he's doing lol#bc mihawk's facial muscles arent used to doing it#and when they switch back shanks teases mihawk about it ('you exercise so many of your muscles hawky but your cheeks? they're weak!')#and he manages to get a smile out of mihawk that's mihawk's version of a genuine smile and it's softer and less wide but it's honest#and oh shanks is soooooo in love with him hahaha#BY THE WAY ALSO I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS OMG but in this body-swapped au mihawk-as-shanks would 100% shave for shanks#like hell is he gonna let shanks grow *stubble* on *his* face. dracule mihawk with STUBBLE? banish the thought!!!!!!#but shanks doesnt do it up to his standards so there's totally a scene where mihawk and shanks are body swapped in the bathroom#and mihawk is standing too close and shaving his lil pointy sideburns and mustache onto shanks's face#and shanks is having a crisis because that's his own face breathing too close and waaaay to intimately but that look of concentration#is ALL mihawk. shanks can practically his eyes--so familiar from the mirror and wrinkled with laugh lines--glow yellow with how#much mihawk looks like himself right now even in shanks's body.#it's all very strange. shanks has been attracted to mihawk for a long time but it's just blatantly unfair that the first time in YEARS#theyre this close again and it's shanks's own body that he has to look at. on the upside he supposes all he needs to do to ogle#mihawk is to look down. pros and cons pros and cons.#(mihawk isnt having a crisis. mihawk is annoyed that hia beard is easier to do in first person it is to do in the third person.#surely not having to do it reflected in a mirror should be easier and yet for some reason everything feels off! ugh.)#i digress
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Screenshots of the final round I took to cope
Posting more so Till fans COME GET YOUR FOOD
#alien stage#alnst#alnst till#alnst mizi#till alien stage#alien stage till#more like come get your last supper but...#Hes alive trust me bro#i saw him breathe when i closed my eyes
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Arthur Morgan 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Roanoke Ridge
#whatever you do don't watch his all cores drained idle animations because your heart will break#he coughs he winces in pain he grabs his side he looks up he closes his eyes and takes deep breaths I wanted to cry#I'm so sorry arthur#I'm on chapter 5 right now#it hurts#mick squeaks#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#red dead redemption community#red dead redemption 2 photography#oh arthur#micks pics
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#fan art#soapghost#ghoap#i was gonna reply with this art on that forehead post that was going around but apparently that breaks the post#so now I can't repost the forehead leaning either because it just pops up in red uh oh something went wrong#but i love the forehead lean#the looking into each other's eyes snd breathing in pair before closing your eyes and just taking it all in#lile this art of Ghost going away on a mission without Soap#Instagram
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