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~ It's The Great Western Way, or the Wrong Way. ~ Happy 8/8 to the silly lil pannier himself! <3 I'm still feeling a lil hungover from Artfight, but I just had to doodle Duck! He's such a silly lil guy and I love him sm (He's also insanely relatable to me LMAOO-) ~~~~~~~~~~ Duck (c) TTTE Art (c) Me! <3
#duck ttte#ttte#8/8#t&f#thomas and friends#thomas and friends fanart#ttte duck#duck day#duck the great western engine#digital fanart#fanart#duck my beloved <333#silly lil guy#bro is such a sweetie but also takes absolutely no shit#and I love that for him xD#happy 8/8 to you silly lil pannier <3#my art#thunderxleafart#thunderxleafart<3
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Paperinik not being that well known is genuinely kinda funny like you tell people "Oh yeah Donald Duck has a superhero persona and fights aliens with time travelers" and they say "I'm sorry, since WHEN" and you say "Since 1969 lol" and they're like "SINCE
W H A T"
#Donald's been kicking superhero ass for over 50 years!!! Get on his level#wait until they find out about doubleduck#and how its in the same universe at the same time as paperinik#or any of donald's other million secret identities lmaooo#paperiniksweep idgaf tbh#telling people niche donald duck lore my beloved <333#WAIT UNTIL THEY LEARN HIS ORIGIN STORY INVOLVES STEALING A MILLION DOLLARS FROM HIS UNCLE#LIKE THATS LITERALLY THE FIRST ACT HE DID AS PAPERINIK ITS FANTASTIC
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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ( wind breaker characters )
a/n: THAT BOOGIE BOOGIE BAM BAM MAKES ME WANNA SCREEECHHH togame my beloved <333 ty for the chibi jo @/togament!!! MWUA
consists of : fluff, comedy, gender neutral reader, established relationship — windbre boys and tiktok dance
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, “jo-chan! do some tiktok with me!” he'll have to take a bit of convincing to do it, togame likes it when you pester him actually, only you can pass his 'patience' test.
“eh? a dance?” he sniffs, a small contemplating pout present on his face as he takes a sip of his ramune. you took note of the flavour, it's blueberry. “please??” you looked up at him with a hopeful look.
“that depends, lemme see it first.” togame leans on you, pressing his chin on your shoulder, looking at your phone as you scroll through your socials in a hurry to show him.
hey boogie woogie bam bam!
a slow smile is on his face, “sure, but you gotta teach me how.” well, trying something won't hurt him. togame puts his drink down beside him, head still on your shoulder as he examines the video.
it didn't take long before your phone beeps into the rhythm, togame besides you as he moves his body like how you showed him to, a few sways and sticking the butt out at the end of verses. for a first timer, he sure is good with it. it makes sense since togame is good with his body too—fighting, of course.
let's go buddy buddy boom boom—!
you ate your own laughter, watching him through your phone as he wiggled his hips, butt sticking out to follow the steps you showed him. although the exaggerated movements makes him more dramatic. the glint of mischief evident in his gaze even with the tint of his sunglasses. he looks like a duck with his moves every time he swings his hip out.
“you're good!” you comment, smiling at him.
“hmm, one of us has to be.” he quipped, chuckling under his breath as he sends you a smug look. although it didn't matched the dance he's doing, sticking his butt out one last time. “if you say so!”
you fell into heaps of giggles.
𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄, say less, ume is by your side and ready. he's not that unfamiliar with tiktok but he never did something that's about it.
“sure!” he's ready to go! just be patient with him and teach him how to do it.
ume is not used to dancing, his body is a tad stiff and it's obvious.
you try to be patient, showing him how to move, “this is easy-peasy, i thought it'll be hard!” he mentions, swaying his hips to the beat. but the way he swings his hip out, it looks stiff as hell.
hey boogie woogie bam bam!
“right?” you decide to grant him the mercy, swallowing your laugh, how could you when ume looks so bright and having so much fun? his lips are wide and his teeth are showing, the exact epitome of joy as he enjoys it.
“what other dance do you have?” he knocks his hip with yours, and you follow, knocking with his, one bump in particular sends you down on the floor, your panicked self reaching ume as you pull him down with you.
“woah!”
his lips are near yours but that's not what really matters, “you good?” he smiles in concern. you nod, the fall not really hurting as the two of you fall into bouts of laughter.
“we should probably start again.” ume says, nodding his head to gesture at the camera that is still rolling on. you nod, agreeing with him but your boyfriend didn't move, looking at you with his still easy smile, reaching, you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him to your level to press a kiss on his lips.
he's too irresistible, it's unfair. you can try again later, there's always time for it.
“alright.. maybe later.” he complies, mouthing words against your lips, his smile never fading.
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎, you shift on your position from laying on him to poking his side to catch his attention. you really want to see him dance with you.
sugishita peeked one eye at you, an apathetic look on his face despite you disturbing his sleep. if it were any other, he would've kicked them down to the floor already. “hey kyo-chan,” though there is no interest in his gaze, sugishita perked up at the mention of his nickname which only you can call him.
you showed him the video to which he raised a brow at you, still not lifting his head up. “can we dance this together?”
he's silent for a moment.
for a few.
sugishita closed his eyes once again. “kyo?” this was what you wanted? this is what disturbed his sleep??
he groaned in response, lifting his head up. he nods, sure, anything for you. though that is left unsaid.
one thing about sugishita is that he never half ass anything, he'd be damned if he does, plus, he's your boyfriend, of course he won't half ass anything.
what a sight it is, looking at the lanky man with you, swaying and dancing to the music that blasts through your phone, his movements in sync with yours and even with the slight frown on his face, he looks so cute!
“wow! kyo-chan you look so cute here!” you rambled, waving your phone and replaying the video again.
sugishita sighed through his nose, looking at your giddiness. well, it was worth it. his lips twitched, smiling softly as he looks at you.
yeah. it was.
𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀, he looks away from you, face scrunching up and a prominent blush on his face. his romance sensor going haywire. doing a dance with you..
sakura trailed off from his thoughts, remembering how the dance is. it's embarrassing and yet.. “that-!” he's hesitant, gulping down the saliva stuck in his throat.
“it's fine if you don't want to, haruka.” you don't want to force him to do something he doesn't want to.
sakura didn't push any further, but you can see how his lip pursed even more. maybe he really doesn't want to, is what you thought, smiling at him in understanding.
a few days later, you entered his home, for you, it has become a second home and of course, your boyfriend didn't mind you coming in and go, so you closed the door, searching for him until you hear little tap tap tap on the wooden boards.
“hm?” you peeked through his room, seeing your boyfriend, his back on you.
he's dancing..
dancing?!
and the steps are familiar, his hips swaying from one side to another, hands swinging with each movement.
“boom boom..” you hear him muttering under his breath before he clicked his tongue when his hip didn't fall to the beat, ah, it was the tiktok you showed him before.
turns out, sweet sweet sakura is performing it, perfecting it.
“haruka?” you interrupted, a smile now on your lips.
“huh?!” caught in the act of dancing, your boyfriend turned red. you can say he was caught red-faced.
“t-this isn't what it l-looks like!!” sure it does.
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MY LOVE MY LOVE MY DARLING MY DEAREST <3333
might i request some jacaerys (our beloved) where jacaerys is made to attend aemond's betrothal party (i don't know how to explain it but like one of those things where the lord's take their unwed daughters to suggest them as a betrothal, please dm if it's confusing I AM VERY BAD WITH WORDS HELP) because you know public united front but maybe someone pulls a prank (lucerys perhaps? trying to make this fit logistically 👀) and blames it on jacaerys so he's just bumbling through before ducking under a table to hide and meets this lady who is trying desperately not to get married and is hiding? THANK YOU FOR CONSIDERING MY ANGEL <333 (sorry if this got too long my love <3)
She’s resplandent, so confident
∴pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader
∴warnings a note: no one, just fluffy. I made some changes in your request to make the story more dinamic. 1,2k words.
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Courtesy was one of the qualities shared between Prince Jacaerys and you, both externally honored with the suitors presented during Prince Aemond's engagement, but dissatisfied under the kind and grateful banner. In comparison, perhaps your case was worse than the heir of Rhaenyra Targaryen, since your lord father was basically accepting any agreement by your hand, not caring about a suitable age group of the other gentlemen. It was terrifying to sustain a false smile while feeling totally humiliated at that table, so, requesting permission to have some air before another gentleman introduces himself, you were released from your obligations to pick up one of the delights arranged on the desserts table.
So, you saw from afar a lord bearing a silver and blue coat, old enough to be your grandfather presenting himself to your father. For the seven!
Your legs were agile when you sneaked quickly trying to hide, taking advantage of the fact that some tables were empty and the attention was on the dance between the betrotheds (a surprise to see the one-eyed prince being a dancer peculiarly... bold), you hid with a slice of cake under a distant table graced by a black towel that covered it from end to end.
On the other side of the hall, Jacaerys Velaryon enchanted ladies of all ages with his charm and education, a true prince beyond the title. He was aware of his duties and knew that he needed to get married soon and have heirs, and he also couldn’t deny that a part of him was satisfied with the attention received, it was reassuring, in fact, to know that the rumors about his paternity weren’t a hindrance for the butterflies to approach. But at that moment he just needed to rest his lips after kissing so many hands in a short time. And then, approaching the dessert table, he heard a distant sneeze. Strange, there was no one in the direction of the noise. Seconds were spent looking carefully in the same direction, until another sneeze intrigued him sharply and made him go to the source of the noise. It couldn't be...
“My lady? What's going on?" He asked as he stared at your wide eyes.
"My prince!" Your exclamation was low, although scared. "Don't tell anyone, please!"
Jace quickly looked around so as not to draw attention. "Why are you hiding? Did something happen?"
"I cannot say."
"Why?"
"I cannot say! Just... leave me here." You retreated further into the table.
Amazed by the nature of the situation, the prince imitated your condition and infiltrated under the table, to your surprise and horror. "My prince, you don't have to," you whispered.
He felt he needed it, all of a sudden. "Did anyone hurt you, my lady?"
"No, no one hurt me.” Not physically, but you felt hurt and emotionally disgusted.
"Then why are you hiding? I can try to solve it, if you allow me to-"
"It's nothing, my prince, you don't have to worry," you replied, making an upset pout.
He copied your pout, looking at you carefully. Clearly questioning in the traditional way would not work, so Jace opted for a different approach.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to pressure you. We have not yet been properly introduced, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon,” he raised his hand towards you, “honored to meet you.”
You couldn't believe that Princess Rhaenyra's son was formally introducing himself under a table because of you, seven hells, what a scandal! You presentation yourseld in a low voice, uncertain and worried about what was happening because of your.
"I don't think this is appropriate, my prince, you shouldn't be in this situation," he added.
"Neither do you, my lady, but here we are," he said, "and I would really like to know what happened to make you be here and I don't intend to leave here until I understand.
Oh dear.
"Nothing happened, it's just... my lord father and my lady mother are looking for a betrothed for me, and I just wanted some time to stretch my legs," you started, "and, a lord approached our table just now... an older lord, much older than me, and I panicked."
His mouth opened subtly. "Well... uh... I believe that your father wouldn’t accept, if that is the intention, a marriage between the two of you," he said uncertainly, seeking to reassure you with what he thought was plausible.
“My father would change me for a herd of goats, if I were favorable,” you replied bitterly, looking down.
The confusion and shock were even more evident on Velaryon's beautiful face when he heard that words. Such a fate seemed too horrifying, however, common for some ladies, unfortunately.
"My lady, I..." he stuttered a little, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say."
"I know, it's okay."
Your weak voice denounced the opposite. Although it had been prepared for the situation, the choice of suitors had not been satisfactory, especially the last one. This was a situation that Jacaerys would not need to go through, since his mother was more flexible about it, however, it did not stop him from helping a lady as adorable as you.
"I have an idea. What if I showed up in your company? Maybe it could be a temporary distraction to your father."
Temporary, well-used term.
“It can work at the moment,” you said, maybe you can save time to find a better suitor. "Maybe... if you, my prince, could grant me a dance, so he can see."
"Well, I should have made that invitation, forgive me for being so slow," he joked, "but yes, I would be able to dance with you, my lady."
He smiled sweetly; soft brown eyes shining towards him, oh, how beautiful and kind he was! A real delight!
You replicated Prince Velaryon's smile and waited for him while analyzing the movement to leave the table without being noticed, however, at the same moment that Jace lifted the towel, Prince Lucerys widened his expressive eyes with the image.
“It's not what you're thinking,” Jacaerys seriously warned him. The heir of Driftmark quietly nodded in confusion, looking at the rest of the hall. "Are there many people close?" Jace whispered.
“No,” Luke imitated his brother's tone, watching him come out from under the table.
You wanted to sink on the ground with the astonished look of young Velaryon on your shrunken figure below waiting for the endorsement of Prince Jacaerys to leave.
"Don't tell that to anyone," he said to dear Lucerys, "let's go, my lady," he raises his arm to lead you to the salon, "where is your lotf father?" He whispered.
"A little further to the right, my prince."
Without looking directly at your family and the old lord who presented himself as a suitor to your hand, you positioned yourself in the hall together with the prince, receiving attentive looks from some ladies, the royal family and your own family. So far neither of you has chosen partners for a dance, so the whole situation was seen as suggestive for Rhaenyra Targaryen and a real dream for your mother, who didn’t bother to hide the surprise when contemplating the scene. "It's Prince Jacaerys!" She murmured to your father, who only expanded his eyes in interest, to the misfortune of the old lord.
“Call me Jace,” he smiled toothlessly at you, making your body tingle in response.
"You honor me, my- Jace, thank you for doing this."
"You're welcome, my lady.”
When the music started, another dragon danced happily with a butterfly that would come to be known as his future betrothed.
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midnights- blurb (less than 500 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request a vault track to make it spicy)
“i meant something like that." (from new girl) with matt <333 (i'm crying already, i love him so much)
I must confess, i've never seen new girl, so I just went wherever my brain took me when I read that quote (which ended up being angst, shocker) BUT there is a fluffy ending ;)
blurb below the cut
something like that (matt's version)
i meant something like that
“Sweetheart-”
“Don’t sweetheart me, Matthew.”
“Just let me explain.”
Matt followed your furious path across the living room that was bathed in flashing neon colors, like a sad puppy that knew it was in trouble, and into your shared bedroom where he tried to reach for your arm. Scalding steam was practically coming out of your ears as you sharply tore your arm away before he could grasp it.
“Why don’t you give me a quote for your eulogy instead, because it looks like I’m gonna be writing it a lot fucking sooner than I’d like.”
Matt visibly winced as the serrated bite of your words pierced him like cuts from a razor. You had every right to be angry with him, and he knew it. He asked for a lot of grace from you with his complicated lifestyle, both in the courtroom and on the shadowed streets. But he had been too reckless lately. He barely escaped a huge explosion on the docks by a divine miracle, but when he came home that night, he had scared you to death.
He had collapsed in the middle of the living room floor, covered in his own blood, fading in and out of consciousness. You had to cut his charred suit off just to be able to assess how bad it was. Claire had assured you that he was in a stable condition before she left, but when Matt woke up the next morning, he knew he had pushed you one step too far.
You had been avoiding him for five days now. You left early for work while he was still sleeping on the couch, you went out of your way afterwork to kill time before you eventually had to go home, and when you did you ignored him completely and went straight to the bedroom, locking the door behind you.
It was torture for Matt.
Matt’s face softened into an expression of complete remorse, resembling that of a wounded duck. The apology was written all over his face, and you could see the guilt twinkling in the green flecks scattered in his hazel eyes. He slowly raised his hands up in a sign of surrender, and took a gentle step towards you.
“I know I scared you, and I’m so sorry. I never, ever, wanted to put you through that. I swear.”
“I thought you were going to die in my arms, Matthew. You know exactly what that feels like. It happened to you twice with Elektra. Why would you ever do that to me?”
Matt could taste the saltwater sliding down your cheeks before he heard the tears in your voice. Your words nearly knocked the wind out of him. He did know that pain. He never wanted to go through it again, or to make you go through it.
Taking a deep breath, he took another step closer towards you, tenderly reaching for your wrist. He brought your hand up and placed you palm over his chest, directly over his heart, and held it there with both of his own hands. Matt spoke in a gentle tone that caressed the strings of your heart.
“I never meant for that to happen, and it will never happen again. But it made me realize something very important. I don’t need to be Daredevil, but I do need you. There are a lot of people that love this city, and they can protect it without me. All I need to protect is you.”
You could feel his heart beating against your hand. It was strong, steady, and calm. The rhythm never faltered once. You could feel that he was telling the truth. Letting out a shaky breath, you wiped at your cheeks with your other hand.
“Dramatic gesture to extort my forgiveness? Very romantic.”
A tiny smirk instantly tugged at the corner of Matt’s full lips, causing one of your beloved dimples to make an appearance. He arched one of his brows when he heard the tease laced in your sarcasm.
“Did you want something grander?”
“Something like standing on the street under the window, holding a boombox over your head, blasting a cheesy love song while you beg for my forgiveness for all of New York to witness?”
Matt’s tiny smirk turned into a full blown grin as he gazed down at you blankly with a look of pure adoration. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and he pulled your left hand off his chest, holding it in one of his own, and slowly lowered himself down to one knee. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small black velvet box and used his thumb to open it, revealing a beautiful engagement ring that took your breath away.
“I meant something like that.”
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yes, i’m thinking about casual dom!aaron again because it makes my brain go brrr 😵💫
and it’s just the littlest things, like you dropped your fork and now you’ve gotta duck under the table to grab it, and it’s only natural that his hand would go to cover the corner so that on your way back up you don’t hit your head 🥺💗— he’s very conscious of this with cabinet doors too
and in crowded spaces (or even not) his hand is always on the small of your back, protectively grazing the skin there as he gently guides you forward :’)) and when you fall asleep on the couch while waiting up for him, he’ll carry you to the bedroom and tuck you in with a soft kiss to your forehead. if you wake up, still groggy with sleep, and you frequently do, it’ll earn you a bigger smattering of kisses, affectionate and adoring, to your lips, nose, cheeks <33 and oh my god, he’d love brushing your hair, and you would love it when he does, in fact, some nights you would beg for him to, but lucky for you, it’s not like it takes much convincing. he’s just completely enamored GAH
pleaseeee absolutely lovesick aaron <33333 and the sense of pride that envelopes him gets whenever he does something for you 💕🦋💕🦋 UGH there's nothing better when his dominate and soft sides collide together >>> the best combo hehe <3
yes, you're completely capable to do things on your own and he knows it, but he loves taking care of you. like, it's him, he's the one who gets to carry you to bed, he's the one opening doors for you, he's the one who gets to touch you and litter you with kisses and give you all the affection in the world. he simply loves how it shows others you belong to him. but most importantly, it shows you how much he loves you. that if you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask and he's already there.
say the two of you are out somewhere, and aaron sees someone eyeing you. but naturally, his hand falls onto the small of your back. the simple gesture makes you blush, his touch always does that to you 🥰<3 and whoever was glancing at you, notices how you smile and look at aaron - just from his small gesture - and knows not to intervene. you're completely oblivious to this, but aaron knows. like that's right! it's clear you're his.
protective aaron my beloved hehe <3 if the two of you are cooking in the kitchen together. he's very mindful- he's moving hot and sharp objects away from you, to prevent you from accidentally knocking into something and getting injured. if he notices your shoe is untied, he doesn't hesitate to reach down and tie it for you. and when you two shower together 🥹😭 he loves shampooing your hair and washing your body for you 🥹 his touch is so so gentle, and afterwards he'll dry you off with a warm towel and brush your hair for you, before grabbing his comfiest pair of clothes for you to wear 🥰
godddd he's so in love and will do whatever it takes to show it <333
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Cure Wounds
Wyll Ravengard x male!OC
Super self-indulgent smut between my dnd OC Romero and Wyll. If you have any questions about Romero, please please please ask!! I love talking about him and some of the stuff I reference here is kinda "if you know you know" (like mentions of his family), so if you wanna know, please ask
Thank you @shenanigans-and-imagines for encouraging me to write more self-indulgent oc fics <333
SMUT BELOW THE CUT
Warnings: swearing, scratching, marking each other (hickeys), bruises, brief mention of battle scars, anal fingering and sex, possibly OOC Wyll
Word Count: 4,364
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“Do you remember how I used to heal you?”
Wyll chuckled, grinning at the mere memories that passed through his mind. “How could I forget? You would insist on kissing each bruise and cut, singing spells all the while.”
Warm sun flooded through the gauzy curtains that hung before the balcony doors. It warmed their skin, golden beams highlighting the scars they’d earned over their adventure to free their minds of tadpoles. It had turned out much more involved than any of them could have guessed. And despite the stories and tales that came of it, they were both quite glad for it to be over.
Romero lifted himself from his lover’s chest, the soft sheets slipping down his body as he supported himself on his arms to lean over his beloved. “I had to sing, it makes the spells more potent.”
“I don’t believe that for a second.”
“I’m a bard! What about it sounds untrue?”
“That you only did such a thing with me, for starters,” Wyll said through a laugh. He reached up and carefully weaved his fingers through Romero’s long dreads, threading the thick strands between each digit and holding on lightly. It was always a treat to see his hair loose, rather than tied up by the ribbon he carried around. It fell wildly over his shoulders and framed his face. Wyll felt lucky to see him like this. “If anyone else were injured, a quick spell under your breath and they were right as rain.”
Romero leaned down until his chest pressed to Wyll’s, both rising and falling in a dance with each inhale and exhale. Their noses were only inches apart. Their eyes flickered about their faces, openly admiring the man they married. Sometimes, Wyll could not believe he had been so fortunate to stumble across Romero’s path thanks to that damned nautolid. After seven years, he remembered what it meant to be Wyll Ravengard, not only the Blade of Frontiers.
“Would you rather I’d kissed all their wounds, too?” the bard teased.
“Not as such, no, but I can’t help wondering why you did so with me.” When Romero smirked wide and devilish, he quickly added, “For reasons other than being your partner.”
Romero snickered, but he did not answer right away. His smile softened. “Because of my reputation, you mean?”
Wyll hummed, apologetically. “You weren’t exactly well known for long-term relationships.”
“No one in my family is - you’re perhaps the first among any of us to be properly courted.” He sighed softly and ducked his head to brush his nose along his neck, closing his eyes and appreciating the gift he’d been granted to indulge in this closeness. “I never did it to lure you into sex,” he assured in a whisper. “I never wished to pressure you like that… But I still wanted to love you, in the best way I knew how. Being able to kiss you - just kiss you - my love, it satisfied me more than an ocean of ale or banquet of roast meats ever could.”
Wyll let out a quiet breath. “Just to kiss me.”
“Even now,” he said, pulling back to speak face-to-face, “if you said for the rest of our days, this was all I could have: a cuddle and nothing else - I would never want for more.”
Their hearts thudded pleasantly against their ribs in a call-and-response of their souls, each beat like the skipping step of two lovestruck fools frolicking through an endless field of wildflowers, hand in hand. In all his past sexual encounters, never had Romero ever felt like this with anyone before Wyll. Never had his heart raced at the mere thought of a touch, nor had his mind been so consumed with thoughts of the other, no matter how mundane. It was addictive in its own right. And he prayed to any god willing to listen that this feeling would never fade.
Wyll smiled, warm and adoring, as his hand slipped from Romero’s hair to his cheek. “You can have much more than a cuddle, my love,” he promised. “No singing required.”
Chuckles and grins got in the way as he pulled his husband down to him, teeth clacking and lips barely brushing in the clumsy mess of it all. But it was wonderful. Once they could gather themselves, their laughs died down and the kiss became one for the ages: tender and gentle, yet full of passion.
Romero leaned more weight to one hand so he could tangle the other in Wyll’s hair. It had grown longer since the end of their quest. He took great pleasure in helping his beloved wash and retwist his locs, and he adored being able to tug on it in moments like this. Wyll vocalized his enjoyment with a groan, urging his head back further into the pillow despite his horns poking into the plush so he could follow the pull.
“How much more than a cuddle?” Romero teased into the kiss.
Wyll grabbed his waist and guided his lover to straddle his lap. Then he pushed himself up to a sit, chasing Romero’s lips, never wishing to be parted from them. He was free to do so, to experience moments like this not in one night of debauchery to be forgotten, but for years to come. He slid his hand along his back, pressing the bard closer. Romero acted in kind, one of his hands pulling him closer by his hair, and the other cradling his neck fondly. The calloused pad of his thumb stroked along Wyll’s scars, brushing along his stubble. When Wyll pulled away, Romero let him, but wouldn’t allow him to stray too far, pressing their foreheads together and sharing each breath.
He peered up at his lover with his one good eye, now a bloody red from Mizora’s punishment. Dark brown eyes looked back at him, blown with affection and lust. Even when he’d sprouted horns and ridges, he’d never looked at Wyll any differently. There was never disgust in his eyes directed at him. He left a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth.
“As I said in my vows, Wyll Ravengard belongs to you.” he whispered. This close, he could feel the way Romero’s heart skipped a beat. The awe in his eyes - the full realization of what those words meant. I have your heart, and you have mine.
So long ago it seemed, when Romero flirted and fawned over Wyll, they kissed. A proper kiss, but it never went any further. Wyll wanted to do this properly, to wait. He could not have Romero’s body without first having his heart. And now he did, just as Romero had his.
Romero crashed his lips against Wyll’s, kissing him with as much passion and love as he could muster. His heart felt like it was bursting with love, almost painful as he desperately tried to be as close to his husband as possible. He slid a dextrous hand along Wyll’s spine, pushing his nightshirt up as he traced the ridges and scars that adorned his body. He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to maneuver the shirt over his horns and toss it to the floor, and then his hand was back in his hair, tugging him close, and his teeth were nipping at his plush lips.
“I love you,” he murmured in between each kiss. He couldn’t stop saying it. And Wyll couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot each time he did.
“I love you, too. By Balduran’s blade, I love you.” He worked quickly at the buttons of Romero’s shirt. It was half open already, as Romero loved to show off his chest and the tattoo on his right peck.
Once it was fully undone, he pushed his hands inside, caressing the warm skin now exposed to him. Romero sighed, arching his back just to have more contact. Gods, his skin was so soft. He felt down his back, up his sides, his stomach - everywhere he could reach. It would never be enough.
Wyll pulled away from the kiss, but his mouth immediately found purchase on his neck. The hand in his hair tightened, tugging and pressing him further into his skin, the other digging blunt nails into his shoulder. He could just imagine his beloved’s face. His eyes closed as he whines and begs for more, his mouth parted as he moans. When Wyll finds his pulse point just below his jaw, Romero won’t let him move until he sucks a mark into his skin, a pretty bruise that claimed ownership. He was certain he would have his own marks before all was done.
He trailed his mouth lower, lips brushing over his Adam’s apple and collarbones in open-mouth kisses. He deviated at his sternum to kiss and nip at his tattoo. It was a six-pointed star, denoting himself as a child of a famous bard who had more children than Wyll could fully wrap his head around. He traced each line, bit at each point, sucked at the open center. Romero groaned, craning his neck to place a kiss on Wyll’s head.
“My love, I need you,” he breathed. “Please.”
Wyll grabbed his waist and pressed to designate a side. He did not have the strength to push his love around, but Romero certainly did.
With arms wrapped around his neck, he was rolled over. Romero’s head fell back into the plush of pillows and Wyll was above him, trapped by the legs around his hips. He was tugged up by his horns into another crushing kiss. If their lips were not bruised and swollen, he would think it a miracle of the gods.
Romero slid his tongue along Wyll’s bottom lip. He opened his mouth instantly, moaning and tilting his head, wishing for more. He dug his nails into the bard’s hips, pushing down the hem of his sleep pants so he could grab even more, to trace his thumbs along the v-line that led like a pointing arrow to his arousal. His mouth watered at the idea of kissing along those creases, of marking his love where only he could see and enjoy. Of taking him into his mouth and placing his hands on his horns so he could be guided, used for his love to take all the pleasure he could ever want from him.
But not right now. They were too desperate to feel each other, to become as one. Soon, he told himself. He would make a whole day to spend with his love, with no politics or expectations, just to experience everything they could offer each other. One day.
His hands slid further into his pants, following his skin to grasp onto his ass and lift his hips up to grind against his own. They moaned into each other’s mouths at the slightest bit of friction. They could each feel just how aroused the other was. It was maddening.
He pulled away from the kiss, breathless. Romero loosened his hold on his hips, relaxing his legs so Wyll could sit up and push them apart further. They both looked like messes, he was sure, but he could not help admiring how beautiful his husband looked when he was so eager and marked up.
“Tell me what you want of me.” He guided Romero’s pants down his hips, lifting him up by his ass so he could slip them out from under him. Further still, his mismatched eyes could not tear from the beautiful half-lidded brown eyes of his lover as his cock sprung free from its cloth prison. He sidled back as he guided them down his legs. “Tell me everything you want me to do, and I will. Anything you ask of me,” he breathed, finally tossing the pants to the side and guiding one of his legs up so he could kiss his thigh, sucking at the skin by his knee, worshipping every inch he could, “say the word and it is yours.”
Gods, Romero’s head was spinning. A million images and desires flickered through his mind, ways to be taken and take in return, to taste and feel. The thoughts that filled his head, of Wyll in so many positions, so debauched and used, it would have sent him over the edge in an instant if he had been getting himself off. The mere prospect alone, of a partner who put themselves in another’s hands so easily, to be manipulated like putty to any whim or desire - it would occupy his every waking thought for weeks if he wasn’t careful.
“I need you to fuck me,” he told him. “I need to feel you inside of me, I need you to- Gods.” His hips bucked against air as Wyll slowly, so slowly, trailed his way down his inner thigh. Seeing his face so close to his aching cock had him flushing with arousal and want. “I need you to touch me and kiss me and just fucking fuck me, please.”
“So articulate,” Wyll teased against his skin. Romero whined. He’d never take it to heart; he fell apart so easily under Wyll, all flowery expressions of love were the first to devolve.
Wyll slid off the end of the bed to remove his pants, already much too hard and much too needy. Just the sight of his husband laid out on their shared bed, golden-brown skin gleaming in the sun’s morning rays, had his member twitching with anticipation.
He crawled back on the bed, over his lover, kissing him deeply as he reached into the nightstand for the bottle of oil. Romero grabbed Wyll’s hips and drew him down, grinding their dicks together. They moaned desperately, barely able to keep their mouths connected. Thanks to Mizora’s punishment, Wyll’s cock was lined with bumps and ridges. It had been extremely embarrassing at first, and a point of self-consciousness on their wedding night, but Romero had assured Wyll in multiple ways (though most often with his mouth) it was not an unwelcome part of his curse.
He poured a generous amount of oil into his hand and dropped the closed bottle on the bed beside them. With one hand, he pushed one of Romero’s legs up against his chest, and with the other he gently prodded at his entrance.
Romero hissed as a finger was slowly pushed inside him, followed soon after by another. He had to pull away to catch his breath, burying his face in Wyll’s neck as he wrapped his arms around Wyll. His fingers slid carefully in and out of him, pushing as far as they would reach and pulling out almost entirely before he pressed in again. Breathless curses fanned across Wyll’s scarred skin, mixed with little pecks and beautiful keening sounds, like music to his ears. When he was opened enough to push a third finger in, he felt Romero’s cock twitch against his, weeping with precum.
“Please,” he whimpered. He grabbed at Wyll’s ass, dug his nails in at his shoulder blade, trying to pull him as close as he possibly could. “I’m ready, I need you. Please, my love, need you inside me.”
He eased his fingers out of him and poured more oil into his hand. He rubbed it along his cock, knuckles brushing along the underside of Romero’s drawing out needy little breaths. He pulled back slightly to see what he was doing as he lined himself up. Romero’s stomach was already glistening with both their precum, the tell-tale drips of Wyll’s own decorating his cock. He had to restrain himself so he didn’t try to clean him up with his mouth.
Slowly, as gently as he could manage, the head of his cock pushed into his asshole. A guttural moan reverberated from the bard’s throat, choking off at the end as his cock pushed deeper and stretched him further.
It felt so fucking incredible. Tight walls clenching around him with the slightest movement, the heat enveloping him. Wyll groaned as he fully sheathed himself inside. He ran a hand along Romero’s side, caressing him and urging him to relax into it.
“If I ever get used to this feeling,” Wyll murmured by his ear, “I could be tempted to make another deal to remember it again.”
Romero chuckled airily, running a hand down Wyll’s locs and softly tangling his fingers in the ends. “Don’t worry, my prince, I’ll make sure you never get used to it.”
They laughed quietly together, holding each other close in a tender moment. When the laughter died down, Romero pulled his head from Wyll’s neck and kissed him. It was not lustful or desperate. It was slow and sweet, as if all time around them stopped just so they could indulge in this moment.
They pulled away slowly and pressed their foreheads together. Wyll looked at Romero so warmly, and so attentively, waiting for his signal before he moved again. They stayed there for a moment longer. Then, Romero nodded, and Wyll slowly pulled out.
They choked on shared air as the bumps and ridges lining Wyll’s cock grated and rubbed against Romero’s sensitive walls. Almost all the way out, he thrust slowly back in, fully seated once more. A pitiful whine came unbidden from his husband’s throat. He did not wait long before his hips were moving at a slow, consistent rhythm.
Someone swore, but Wyll couldn’t tell if it was him or Romero. The result was the same: Wyll picked up the pace, thrusting faster, losing himself to the pleasure, spurned on by every choked, panted breath and quiet plea for more, more, more. He pressed his cheek to Romero’s temple, wishing he could bury his face in his neck without risk of butting him with his horns. How he would happily ravage the skin there, feeling the vibration of his cries against his lips. Maybe Romero sensed the way he held back, felt the strain in his neck and shoulders not to give in lest he hurt his beloved, for he grabbed Wyll’s horn, pulled to make the young Duke crane his neck, and kissed feverishly over his pulse, his Adam’s apple, his jawline.
He sucked and bit a matching mark just below his jaw, where his heart could be felt strongest, as it raced and rushed with ecstasy. He cried Wyll’s name by his ear, before his words devolved into stammered nonsense before biting just under his earlobe in a lousy attempt to try getting his wits back.
Wyll pushed Romero’s other leg back against his chest, hands pressing under his knees to keep him contorted just like that. Gods, just like that.
He dug his nails into his skin, clawing at his flesh and urging himself to go faster, fuck him harder. He broke himself out of Romero’s hold to crash his mouth against his, open-mouthed and panting.
Birds chirped, greeting the new day. Down below, the market was waking up, stalls being set up and vendors chatting with each other. None of it mattered. None of it reached even the edge of their senses. Wyll growled and Romero swallowed it, responding with his own moan. Nothing else mattered.
Romero scratched at Wyll’s back and arched his own, longing to feel every inch of him that he could. Wyll hissed at the sting, but the pain faded from his mind when he was pulled close so the bard could hug him, crooning like the most beautiful songbird by his ear. Wyll felt the knuckles of Romero’s other hand brush his stomach as he stroked himself, fucking into his hand as Wyll’s thrusts became rushed and uneven.
“Love you,” Romero muttered breathlessly, choking on a moan. “Love you so much. ‘M yours. Gods, you have me. You have all of me. My beautiful prince.”
Wyll let go of one of his legs to cup his cheek. Romero immediately responded to the touch, moving to press his forehead to Wyll’s. His eyes fought through ecstasy to look up at him, half-lidded eyes squeezing tight before being forced open to see his husband.
“My handsome knight,” Wyll gasped. “So close.” His hips stuttered and his eyes shut, a whine leaving him as he pressed his forehead harder against his love’s. “Let me fill you. Let me fall apart with you. I want to be one with you, my love.”
Romero leaned up to kiss him, and Wyll responded in kind. His heart raced as his hips faltered, frantically thrusting as deep as he could possibly go, his pelvis crushing against Romero’s. He cried out, mouth falling open around his beloved’s name, panted and whining, lips still brushing against each other because they couldn’t bear the idea of parting.
His hot cum spilled in large spurts, driving Romero mad as he was filled. Romero tugged desperately at his cock, squeezing as his hips bucked up into his hand, until he finally found his release. A guttural groan morphed into a high-pitched whine as he worked himself through his orgasm, cum coating his stomach and hand. He only stopped when he became so oversensitive it hurt.
They laid there, panting, clinging to each other. Sweat glistened on their bodies in the mid-morning sun. Too soon they would have to greet the day, too soon Wyll would be dragged into courtly meetings and Romero would venture off into the city to help with what rebuilding he could. They wouldn’t see each other again until late in the evening, if they didn’t make an effort to share lunch together, and more often than not these days they had to forgo that small slice of domestic bliss. Staying here, even hot and sticky and sweaty, let them linger just that moment longer.
When Romero caught his breath, he slid his hand from Wyll’s shoulder to his cheek. He guided Wyll into a kiss once more, soft, barely even a brush of lips. Goosebumps trailed the young Duke’s skin at the delicacy. He should have known it would not last, however.
He felt the smirk grow on his lover’s lips before he saw it, and before he registered what mischief his love would pull now.
Romero trailed kisses along his cheek, down his jaw, and to the dark bruise he’d left at his pulse. It was sensitive to even the lightest brush, a slight hiss escaping Wyll when a kiss was placed over the darkest section. His lips brushed over it again, but before Wyll could scold him, the song-like whisper of Te curo hit his ears and the pain was gone.
He burst out laughing. He carefully slid out of Romero so he could sit back on his knees, still chuckling, his red eye gleaming with joy and fondness. “Do not tell me this was your plan all along.”
“It wasn’t!” Romero quickly assured him through a cackle. “But how could I resist? Far be it from me to leave a lover suffering because I couldn’t help myself.”
“I don’t know about ‘suffering’ - I quite liked it.” He brushed a thumb over the bruises at Romero’s neck. “And I know you did, but I suspect you’re not going to let me heal you.”
Romero chuckled, taking Wyll’s hand and curling his fingers so he could kiss his knuckles, asking playfully, “Would you like me to let you heal me?”
Wyll sighed, contemplative, a soft grin on his lips as he studied the constellations decorating his neck and chest. His love would walk down the streets of Baldur’s Gate, shirt wide open, marks on full display for the populace. It made Wyll flush just imagining it, but it stirred something unpleasant in his gut. As much as he loved marking his husband for himself to see, the thought of everyone else seeing it and knowing their private business made him feel exposed.
“Yes,” he finally answered. Romero smiled, understanding without words the thoughts going on in that head of his. He was always good at reading people, understanding their reasoning, how they thought, but he knew no one as well as he knew his husband.
Wyll slipped his hand from the warm grasp of his beloved, not without a kind squeeze to his fingers first. Romero watched in quiet admiration at the magical abilities of his love, as his hands performed practiced poses, glowing in mystical light. Wyll had a habit of casting his spells with a strong voice, like the words alone would strike terror into his foes. Even now, with a rough Sanitatem ius, a red elixir in a bottle forms itself in his hand.
He uncorks it and cups the back of the bard’s neck, lifting his head and bringing the lip of the bottle to his mouth. Romero didn’t take his eyes off Wyll’s, watching him with warm, dark eyes mellowed with overwhelming affection. He dutifully swallowed every ounce as his head was guided back to follow the tilt of the bottle, Adam’s apple bobbing and bruises already fading with each second. Once the bottle was empty, vanishing into thin air in a wisp of color, Wyll couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing him. His tongue ran along Romero’s lower lip, tasting the lingering flavor of liquid heat. A mere taste alone sent a jolt through his system.
He sighed softly, contentedly, as he slowly pulled away. “Come on, my love.” He slipped carefully off the end of the bed, legs aching from kneeling on them so long. He could only imagine Romero’s plight when he finally stretched out his legs with a quiet hiss, taking Wyll’s hand to help him off the bed. “It’s about time we got cleaned up.”
Romero rested a hand at Wyll’s lower back as they walked together to the bathroom. Wyll’s arm wrapped around his waist, tucked under the open shirt hanging from his shoulders, and rubbing mindless circles into his hip.
Wyll jolted when Romero playfully pinched his butt. The bard had a wide, stupid grin on his face. “I love you!”
Romero laughed as Wyll playfully shoved him away, just hard enough to have him stumbling. There was a bright smile on his face. “I love you, too, you damned fool.”
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Fun fact: The spell Healing Elixir is a 1st level Warlock spell, and it didn't have a verbal phrase from bg3 that I could find. Te curo is latin for "I cure you", so I just translated "Healing Elixir" into latin to get "sanitatem ius" :)
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Btw. Cow available for petting 🐄🖤
Cows my beloved <333
Have my favourite painting of them in return
To kalve i det fri, slikkende en væltet mælkebøtte (udkast til keramisk fad) - 1890, by Theodor Philipsen 1840 - 1920.
He's the same artist of my previous header, the one which contained the ducks and cows.
Køer og gæs ved Nyværk på Saltholm (udkast til dekoration af punchebolle) - 1893
It has a matching twin (kinda)
Køer og kalve nær indskibningsstedet på Saltholm (udkast til dekoration af punchebolle) - 1893
He mostly liked to draw animals, you could see the love in each stroke.
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Happy Valentine's day everyone! I love you all so much and for liking my content! Thank you so much for your support I'm giving yall a bouquet of flowers and a basket of rubber ducks<33
I wanted to do the ship your moots thing because it's so cute and also Valentine's day! WISHING ALL MY MOOTS HAPPY VALENTINE'S MWAH MWAH ILY ALL SO MUCH
Starting with my bff @baeshijima
Soph, you fr are a blessing in my life and I'm so happy that we met and became such great friends! No amount of words can describe how much I love and appreciate you. I still remember how we met through me sending you asks and we instantly became besties. Now look at us, a healthy friendship and we love our fictional men with angst, but fr tho I see you as a little sister and I'm so happy and thankful for this. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I'll always be here for you if you need anything bff I got you<33
Have your Valentine's day date with Alhaitham!
You would expect Alhaitham to not care about things like Valentine's day, but he does. Ever since you two started dating and he started to care about all the things you care about, your interests, hobbies and many more. Not only does he feel closer to you, but he also gets to try new things with you. He knows how excited you are about Valentine's day, so he prepared everything, even went as far as asking Kaveh on date ideas which send his roommate into a shock. He prepared everything to see you happy. For Alhaitham, you smiling is the prettiest view he has ever seen in his life.
Next up, beloved bestie @stellumi
Omg we've been friends for a long time but we began to communicate more frequently and you are an amazing person and very supportive too. I see you as a big sister and also a great friend, thank you so much for this amazing friendship bestie. I love u sm and will always be here for u<3
Have your Valentine's day date with Vyn! (bcs u made me fall for him)
Vyn is ready for this day, in fact he has been preparing for a long time now to have the perfect date together for Valentine's day. From the nice breakfast and tea that you two will have together in his house, to a nice date all around the city of Stellis and visiting places you've never been to. Vyn knows you, and knows how to make you happy, your happiness is also his happiness. You are the precious rose that he wants to protect for the rest of his life and always make you happy. So when you took his hand and enjoyed the day together with all the surprises you two prepared for each other, you two were very happy. "Darling, did you have fun today?" He asked, in return you gave him a soft smile. "Everyday with you is happiness."
@astranne my beloved
Even though we knew each other for a short while but you really are a good friend and I really like talking with you. We either scream about fictional men (kazuha) or would talk about random stuff and I really like this atmosphere we have. Thank you for being my friend I love you so much<333
Have your Valentine's day date with Kazuha!
Poets. Poets are so romantic and Kazuha has an idea to spend Valentine's day together. While he was traveling, he found many beautiful sceneries that reminded him of you and also gave him more ideas for the date. When the day came, he took you to his favorite spot on top of a mountain in Sumeru where you can enjoy a great view of Port Ourmos with the sunset. He prepared a special Haiku for you and you two shared a lovely time together Kazuha makes sure that you always feel loved, and he never skipped a day to do so.
bff @lilikags
holds you gently and gives you a pat. We knew each other for so long and enstars made us become besties and thats a huge happyele w right there. You are a little sister to me and an amazing bestie I'm so glad we became close friends. I will always be here for you and will always have your back. Thank you so much for being my friend ilysm<333
Have your Valentine's day date with Nazuna!
He took a break from work and college for you. Today, he is not a famous idol or a college student, he is your boyfriend who will spend every second of the day with you. You and Nazuna had a cute amusement park date together. Getting yourselves matching headbands, going on many rides together, taking many pictures and enjoyed the fun atmosphere. At the end of the day, he gave you a cute matching keychain and a soft kiss on the forehead. All while muttering how much he loves you.
my bae @spiriteddreams
I really like the chaotic soft vibes you give, its so comforting and it's what made me want to get to know you. We recently became friends and honestly you are such a sweet and amazing person who I really am grateful to have in my life. Thank you for being my friend bestie ily<333
Have your Valentine's day date with Xiao!
A surprise date for Xiao. For the past few days, he was very focused on protecting the lands of Liyue and ended up exhausting himself even though he doesn't want to admit it. So you came up with a plan with the help of the adventurer's guild and the traveler. The adventurer's guild and the traveler made sure that the lands of liyue are safe from any harm as you prepared a nice, relaxing date with Xiao. A nice picnic together on the shores of Liyue as you two laid on the sand and enjoyed the nice weather. Xiao has never felt this relaxed before, he never felt so peaceful. As he held your hand and gave it a soft kiss, he wished you a happy Valentine's day.
my chaotic bestie @cherry-froggie
I love your energy so much omg I'm so happy I met someone as amazing as you. You are so awesome and I'm so grateful to have you as a friend. Happy Valentine's day bestie Ilyyy
Have your Valentine's day date with Scara!
Becoming a wanderer has its perks, and they are all perks that Scaramouche likes. The best part about being a wanderer is meeting you, you who treated him nicely and joined him on many of his adventures, you who always talked throughout your travels and he never complained, you who is always here for him. For Valentine's day, he decided to show you just how much he appreciates your presence in his life, even though he still doesn't trust people, but you are the one he trusts the most
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woahggg that’s so fucking cool i am :000
BUCKY HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A MOUNTAIN AND/OR THE OCEAN IRL???
yes i have!!! my state isn’t by either, but i’ve been to multiple mountains, in colorado utah and washington, and i’ve seen/been in the ocean four times, in florida massachusetts maine and i think one other time but idk the state :))
#and yes yes lakes my beloved <333#it’s not super close to my house (it’s like a 20 minute drive) BUT there’s also a really big river super close to me#in the summertime i’ll sometimes go to the park where you can go right down to the riverbanks and sit and eat snacks and watch all the ducks#and geese#i love rivers so so so so much#(even though it’s literally so dirty that you can’t swim in it)#(i’m dead serious it’s illegal to swim in the water because of dirty water and boats and stuff)
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ten first lines
Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have.
tagged by @ettelwenailinon <3333
should i have bent, been reshaped in your image
The snow crunched beneath Jamie’s feet, clinging to the soles of his boots no matter how hard he tried to scrape it away.
2. The Chasm
The rumbling was drawing close, now, trembling even through the floor beneath the Doctor’s feet.
3. the love that you need will never be found at home
Turning on his heel, Jamie strode along the short stretch between the bedroom’s walls, his boots clipping briskly against the floor.
4. Ritualistic
Truly, the Doctor thought, there was nothing like a book, a warm cup of tea, and a hot water bottle.
5. like brothers in blood
“What are they all staring at?” Twisting around, Ben shot a frown over his shoulder.
6. litany for a reunion
“It’s usually considered polite,” the Doctor declared, “to tell people where you’re taking them.”
7. Stormfront
She woke to a roar of noise, a great, sharp rumble that wrapped her body up tighter than the coarse blankets cocooning her in.
8. and lovely are the tales of other times
“It’s funny, isn’t it?” Victoria reached up one hand, her fingers flicking back and forth like she could touch the leaves above.
9. unsorted
Clambering to his feet, Jamie grimaced as he rolled his shoulders.
10. i'm trying to reach you (before all the ghosts do)
Ducking inside, Jamie swung the door closed hurriedly behind him.
not sure any of these are super punchy first lines (except maybe ritualistic!! idk) but actually I'm super happy with this fic lineup?? unsorted & litany for a reunion my beloveds <333 and 1 and 10 bookend the whole thing nicely tbh
tagging @galacticlamps @penny-anna @creagantuire @wromwood and anyone else who wants to do it!!
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MISHA MY BELOVED I BRING A GIFT
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It’s…quieter than usual.
Albedo stares past the flask of clear liquid, watching the stir bar spin along the bottom. It turns and turns and turns and the resulting swirl of solution whirred in his ears. Something was amiss.
The quiet sound of breathing, the quirk of a lip, carefully balled up yarn—yes. Yes, that’s right-
During those moments in the lab, Albedo would watch, lead to paper, and mindlessly scribble at it. An arch of his wrist would become the curve of an eye, a flick into the shape of a hand as it hovers to guide the tail of the yarn to weave between fingers. But right now, the drawing sat lifeless on the far corner of his desk with a telling—and careless, Albedo thinks, lips turning down at his carelessness—ring of brown.
He'd listen next time you slide over the handmade coaster his way.
If there was a next time.
It’s not until he shakes himself out of his thoughts to see that the solution was a startlingly bright purple that he finds that it’s hard to breathe. Another moment, and it shifts back to colorless. He’d have to redo the experiment again.
The mixer switches off.
Because, and he knew that he knew it, he was avoiding him.
And, what bothered him even more (if the pain in his chest and ache in his bones could be called that) was that at any sight of him, the alchemist, he’d suddenly duck and run off with wide eyes and-
When Albedo’s gaze drifts back down to his notes, the sight that greets him leaves a bittersweet taste.
Smiling up at him, was Misha.
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hehe enjoy the ebg >:3c
i've been on so many dates with my one and only lover aether <333 i have my supplies with me and i even gifted aether a scarf <333 a purple scarf to remind him of me <33333
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I posted 20,132 times in 2022
That's 4,384 more posts than 2021!
485 posts created (2%)
19,647 posts reblogged (98%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@araccoonthatlikesmurder
@iattachtooeasilytocartoons
@sociallyawkwardcat
@lemon-lime-slush
@the-purple-duck
I tagged 565 of my posts in 2022
#bestiee w/ 2 'ee's - 136 posts
#rue my beloved - 119 posts
#<3 - 91 posts
#friends enemies and everyone in between the aziraphale to my crowley <3 - 41 posts
#prev tags - 14 posts
#rueee <333 - 12 posts
#crowley - 10 posts
#good omens - 10 posts
#go2 - 8 posts
#anthony j crowley - 8 posts
Longest Tag: 132 characters
#i want to get little tattoos of fandom symbols all over my left shoulder so i have something to remind me of reasons i've been happy
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
screaming crying throwing up waiting for the second season of good omens
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#4
May i present SuperWhoLock:
Sherlock: good in a shit way
Dr. Who: shit in a good way
Supernatural: shit in a shit way
thank you for coming to my ted talk
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#3
i showed my friend who has never seen good omens this picture
and this was his reaction-
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#2
i love living a constant identity crisis. so fun
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My #1 post of 2022
i found this really cool picrew so it's time for a tag game, link is here
tagging: @angel-of-fallen-dreams @the-purple-duck @toomanyfandomnames @iattachtooeasilytocartoons and anyone else who wants to
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Tim is ABSOLUTELY my blorbo you're so right, and the dragon age callout was accurate lmao
And yours would be Jason 👀 I also want to pull a callback and snufkin&moomin and also Donald Duck from your earlier years
...does the ocean count as a blorbo
💕💕💕
I can literally not deny that lmao, Jason is <333 to me
omg snufkin!! and yes donald duck my beloved
the ocean is my blorbo now lol
#bumble bee babe#the only ones i've ever referred to as blorbo are sokka and i think steve harrington lol#donald duck is just childhood#snufkin (and moomin) are also childhood but it's not the same
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Hello LeRoy beloved! It's been a few days, how have you been? I hope you've found your hat! I know it's pretty latte, but I had to see you and I wouldn't dare come at this hour empty handed, so please take this! A bouquet of white and red carnations, I hope you like them! A friend of mine had the gardener gift me some, isn't her lovely? Of course not as lovely as you, I only have eyes for one person and that is you, my love <3
Oh, I think I might've trailed off...i'm sorry, sweetheart! I also come with another poem for you, I hope you enjoy it as you praise is what I live for <333
Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had a name: The world was made of air, which waited. I knew rooms full of ashes, Tunnels where the moon lived, Rough warehouses that growled 'get lost', Questions that insisted in the sand. Everything was empty, dead, mute, Fallen abandoned, and decayed: Inconceivably alien, it all Belonged to someone else - to no one: Till your beauty and your poverty Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.
-A. Crowell, your mysterious soneteer.
"Good evening my mysterious sonneteer! I have been doing quite well. I’ve recently found a beautiful trail to use for my morning walks! I wasn't able to find my hat yet, but I appreciate your support.” He gave a small yawn, it was fairly late for the man. He’d already gone through his night routines long ago. However, he couldn’t help, but wish to hear what the mysterious sonnet had delivered them through the mysterious beings that night. “My apologies for not being the most appropriately dressed for this occasion.” He gave a light laugh, patting the anon on the head as he listened to the rest of what was to be read.
He perked up at the flowers, noting the species and colours as he took the bouquet into his arms. A smile crossing his face as he realized they were the ones he’d mentioned prior. “They’re gorgeous! Thank you, my dear sonnet.” He took one of the carnations from the bouquet and twirled it around in his hand. “Your gardener friend did lovely! You two must have had a lot of fun piecing this together.”
“A. Crowell.” He hummed, trying to remember if he’d run into anyone recently with that name. Perhaps within a match? Those often blurred together for him, so it was certainly possible he’d simply forgotten one, right? “Well, you’re words are beautiful as always Crowell! They never fail to amaze me. I hope now that I know your name that I can speak to you face to face one day.”
LeRoy suddenly perked up, seeming to have remembered something. “One moment!” He ducked back into his room. Only the sounds of faint shuffling being heard from the halls. Once he popped back out, he handed the anon a red rose wrapped in some newspaper. “I was able to get you that rose!”
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