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[pidgydraws]

🐕 dog dads 🐕

[entomolog-t]

June is a simp.

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SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW

I LOVE THEM.

I have had this stupid thing in my wips since PRE Valentine's Day and I have finally finished.

Getting better with clothing and folds, but frankly it only makes sense 20% of the time 🙃 Also enjoy me dressing Aedes in progressively sluttier more breathable outfits everytime I post him.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 266

Back on my Danny & Ras frienemies/rivals/maybe-lovers-nobody-can-tell-their-signals-are-very-mixed train. 

See, Danny has gone through time a lot. Often. It comes with being Clockwork’s charge-son-thing and honestly he finds it fun. And several times he’s used this time travelling to get some training in. Enter Ras, stage left, also a teen at the time and also learning swordsmanship from the same person. 

And they… utterly despise each other. They would kill the other for an apple slice, if the other one would die! But also, only they can kill the other, as it is obviously their right! 

And well, they keep running into each other. It has been a hundred years, surely the other would die by now? But of course their rival would live through utter spite. Probably to spite them specifically. 

The amount of times they have ended up sparring- trying to kill each other or not- the moment they see the other is actually ridiculous. But time is also passing. And… Danny understands, not having another to talk about things people are forgetting, or have already forgotten. 

How they ended up actually talking without a murder attempt was a long story that included a demon, a dragon, a pair of fae, some bandits, and a lot of alcohol, but it happened. And then it happens again. And again, and now it’s just kind of normal to share a drink after their spars, talking about things that no longer exist, and things they miss. 

Sure Danny can go back in time again, but he knows better than to do it willy nilly. He’s matured, he’s been an adult for a hundred years now, he knows there’s consequences for messing with time, even with Clockwork’s blessings. 

The first time they got married was technically for an undercover assassination. Well, Ras was there to assassinate someone, Danny was there to grab an artifact that should Not be in the realm of the living. And they got divorced after, it was fine. 

They just, also got married again when they met a few years later, for another job. And… okay, so maybe they have gotten married over a dozen times now and only divorced like half of those times. Half of those were for the bit or while drunk! 

And even if technically they’re married or shared a bed, it’s not like they're exclusive! As Ras’ daughters’ existences attest to (adopted in one case or not). They don’t exactly have a label for their relationship, despite others asking for one or trying to put a name to it themselves. 

Now Danny knows Ras isn’t exactly a good dude, or at least on the side of ‘good’ as he’s a literal assassin. But he also knows that good? Bad? Rather relative. He had gotten labeled as a villain when he was just trying to help all that time ago after all, and really who was he to tell someone else how to live their life? 

Which brings him to now, where he’s run into his old frienemy-rival and his youngest daughter. Who has a braindead teenager and a small toddler. Which is fine, really- but also, Talia dear, why are you using a brain dead teenager to guard your three year old son? 

…

Okay, Talia dear, Ras (Derogatory), why are you using your brain dead son and grandson to guard your younger son and grandson? Do you not have the Pits, which you were soo proud about Ras? Yes, he will spar with you, but for Realms’ sake, heal, what’s his name? Ah yes, go heal Jason and he’ll actually stick around for a few years, deal? Good. 

[sawxwhxrex]

[sorenhugo]

How to flirt

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

the body language. the fucking body language ?????

[moonsnqil]

aftg au where bee adopted andrew and later aaron when they were teens. she owns an apple orchard that the twins and occasionally a few of the foxes help run but it's almost harvest season and she needs help prepping everything for the town's fall festivals so she decided to put up a help wanted ad. neil, tired, alone, and running out of options, decides to apply. bee let's him use the renovated barn loft as residence when she learns he's homeless. andrew is wary, his family means everything to him and neil is a flightly little thing that could only bring bad news, but something about neil is familiar. maybe it's how he checks all his exits or how he flinches when people touch him or how he cradles the key bee gave him in his palm like it was a treasure instead of a piece of metal. he asks neil for truths and it's like bleeding a rock but he finds neil is more willing when truth is reciprocated. they spend their days walking down the lines of apple trees, harvesting and talking, and andrew is only a little mesmerized with the way neil's auburn curls blend with the red of the apples and his eyes match the sky like something deliberate, like he was meant to be here. andrew thinks that maybe he doesn't hate how neil looks at him like he's worth something. andrew thinks that maybe he doesn't want to lose this. he's still learning how to accept that not everything is transactional, he doesn't need to make deals to keep people close, hes still figuring out how to want things without the fear of them being snatched away. his mind screams at him to turn away and push any feeling aside but then neil is handing him an apple and smiling and telling him stories he says he's never told anyone else and andrew doesn't think he deserves this but he wants it

[rottengurlz]

try to be gentle when you are ripping me apart 🔪

w/ @kashisun

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Why would you—That's not—I just wanted to ask for help, why did you have to go and make it awkward???

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[sunnynwanda]

Remember

Warnings: language, mentions of past falling out, slightly suggestive (kissing)

Today was officially the worst day ever.

Hero was sure of it. Not only were they forced to cut their day off short, but it was also raining cats and dogs, and their asshole of a nemesis decided to challenge them at the worst time possible - and if that wasn't enough, the little shit was late. Again.

Hero groans, leaning back against the brick chimney, no longer bothered by the raindrops hitting their pale skin. They wipe their eyes, staring up at the gloomy sky, the misty grey reminding the eyes of someone they used to know. Lucky for them, the thought gets interrupted by a voice that carries enough mockery to erase the chalky feeling from their chest.

"How do you manage to look more pathetic each time we meet?" Villain drawls, leaning their shoulder against the chimney.

"When will you learn to read the damn time, you little-" Hero cuts off, an irritated growl escaping their lips.

"Uh-uh," Villain chuckles at their inability to curse out loud, their lips curling into an attractive annoying smirk. "As long as it annoys you, I don't see why I would."

"I hate you," Hero mutters under their breath, earning a scoff from Villain.

"No, you don't," they muse, watching Hero with an unreadable expression in their deep grey eyes. "You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do," Hero assures them, not quite believing their own words. Somehow, it matters more to convince Villain right now. They shake their head, getting up. "What did you want?"

Villain pauses, shrugging as they step away, keeping some distance between them. "I, um- wanted a fight?"

"Is that a question or a statement?" Hero quirks an eyebrow at them, but Villain avoids their gaze, and Hero's concern grows exponentially. "Villain, what's wrong?"

"I- can we move this inside?" They request, looking more sheepish than Hero has ever seen them. "Do you remember this place?" Villain adds, their voice sounding strained.

"Yes," Hero's response is barely audible through the loud drumming of the rain. They can feel their throat tightening, so they gesture for Villain to continue.

"I own the place now," Villain confesses, meeting Hero's gaze with their own. For a moment, Hero just stares at them, heart clenching at the flood of memories invading their mind like a rogue wave - unpredictable and devastating.

They don't respond; instead, they follow after Villain, careful not to trip on the familiar - now wet - stairs. Once they get inside, Villain leads them down a scarcely lit corridor until they reach the bathroom. Hero offers them a questioning look.

"Your clothes are drenched," Villain explains. "Take a shower, I'll lend you something to wear."

"The hell-" The door shuts in Hero's face, cutting their protest short. They sigh, glancing around the small bathroom with green tiled walls. It's still as cosy, and it's ripping their lungs out through their throat to be here again.

By the time they get out of the shower, the clothes are set out for them. Hero gets dressed, pausing to look at their reflection, clad in Villain's clothes. They run a hand through their hair and squeeze their eyes shut, willing themself not to think of the place they're in, the memories it holds and the way their heart clenches painfully in their chest at the thought of Villain choosing to buy their childhood home.

"Why?" Villain's head whips up at the question. They take Hero in, gulping before averting their eyes to the logs in the fireplace. "Why do you own this place?"

Because it was your home. Because it was the only home I knew. Because I couldn't bear to lose it the way I lost you. Because I...

"I wanted to," Villain opts for the safest answer, not daring to look at Hero, despite being aware of their presence in the room. The same room that held all of their happy moments gathered in four walls covered in flowers hand-painted by Hero's mom.

"That's not an answer," Hero argues, their brows furrowing. They feel conflicted yet relieved, and it's a strange combination.

"I know," Villain breathes out, burying their face in their hands. "I loved this place." I love you.

"I remember," Hero nods, coming to sit next to Villain's hunched form on the couch. "We loved having you here." They place a hand on Villain's back, rubbing it soothingly.

"Your mom sold it because of..." Villain mutters, but Hero doesn't allow them to complete the sentence, circling their wrists with cold fingers and pulling their hands away from their face.

"No," they state firmly, taking hold of Villain's chin and tilting it up. "Look at me," they demand. "She didn't do it because of you. She did it for me. I didn't want to keep living here. Not after-"

"I betrayed you," Villain nods shortly, their hands clenching in their lap. "I remember."

"Not after I lost my best friend," Hero corrects, letting go of their face. "Do you remember that as well?"

"Being your best friend?" Hero hums in confirmation, making bile rise in Villain's throat. "Of course I do."

"Anything else you might remember?" Hero questions, their tone too bitter even for their own taste. "Like how we spent every waking moment together, how you were the only person I could trust, how I shared my best and worst with you?"

"Everything," Villain lets out a heavy sigh, their beautiful grey eyes watering. How do I ever tell you? "I remember everything."

Hero stares at them, unable to stomach the disheartened expression weighing Villain's features. They know Villain deserves their cruelty but can't bring themself to press on.

"Well, then you should also remember how I've always managed to whoop your ass in a fight," Hero grins, pushing Villain back against the cushions in an attempt to ease the tension.

"Hey!" Villain protests, but just as they are about to get up, a pillow hits them square in the head. "Hero!"

"What?" Hero chuckles, flinging another pillow that hits Villain in the face. "You don't remember that small detail, you little shit?" They hiss, maintaining a playfull tone.

"Maybe not," Villain sneers, catching another weapon of Hero's flying in their direction. They look at it before glancing back up at Hero, their lips stretching into a wicked smirk. "But I do remember you're ticklish!"

"No, no, no!" Hero all but yelps the second Villain's fingers touch their sides. They try to wiggle away but end up falling to the floor with a strained groan mixed in with uncontrollable laughter.

Villain grins, sliding off the couch and landing on their knees over Hero, still tickling them as they hover above their nemesis. Though the victory doesn't last long because Hero manages to compose themself and grab Villain's wrists.

"I hate you," they murmur, staring up at Villain with a bated breath. They can hear their own heartbeat thundering in their temples like a wild bird in a cage of thorns.

"No, you don't," Villain mutters, glancing at Hero's lips before meeting their eyes again, barely restrained desire flaring in their eyes.

"No, I don't," Hero agrees, leaning up and capturing Villain's lips in an intense kiss, only to break it a moment later as they start to process what the actual fuck they are doing. "I-"

"Shut up," Villain growls, crushing their lips back on Hero's, one of their hands coming up to cup Hero's jaw.

"I'm not forgiving you just because you got the house back," they mutter, gripping the back of Villain's neck to keep them in place.

"I know," Villain drags their lips over Hero's jawline, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake.

Hero guides Villain's lips back to theirs, whispering between kisses. "And this doesn't mean we're friends."

"Wouldn't dream of it, baby," Villain lets out a soft whimper, earning a low chuckle from their enemy.

"Baby, huh?" Hero grins, feeling Villain melt in their arms.

"Fuck, I love the living lights out of you," Villain mutters, thinking out loud unfiltered. Once the realisation hits, their eyes widen in anticipation of just about anything in response.

Hero, however, does not hesitate, pulling Villain down on top of them and catching their lips in a deep kiss.

Hi lovelies!

Based on the lovely request right here! Though it got a little out of hand :) I had been thinking about childhood friends turned enemies turned lovers for some time and this just evolved into that trope.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

xo Sunny

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[the-broken-pen]

“You’re a super villain.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Oh, sorry love, I thought we were stating facts.”

“You—“

“Called you gorgeous? Yes.”

“No—that’s not what I—god, you collapsed the bridge this morning.”

“Ah yes. I did that too. In more pressing matters, do you have a preference towards wine?”

“I don’t—“

“I’ll pick, then.”

“All those people—“

“Were unfortunate casualties. Look. Stop trying to call for help under the tablecloth, I can see you. Look at me. I am a villain, yes, but I would give you the world. A hero? They would give you up for the world. Do you really want to love someone who will never put you first?”

“…no.”

“Excellent. Now, do you like pasta?”

“Um. Yes?”

The super villain smiled.

In the end, loving them was easier than the civilian had thought.

[mitskikissme]

[sawxwhxrex]

i try to be the chill girl but honestly i’m not

[leathfaic]

Ghost's and Soap's courting behaviour must've been a fucking trip to witness from an outside perspective. Like yeah they are flirting over comms without abandon, but in person it probably took them a while to get that comfortable (emotionally repressed as they both are in their own ways.) We get a glimpse during the Prison Break where Ghost is definitely showing off and Soap is absolutely smitten.

But it probably continues like that for a while. Ghost sniping, knifing, just continuously showing off extremely controlled violence to Soap's praise. Stunned and flustered that he found someone he can impress with all the ways he knows to kill a person. Wipes his bloody knife with a stupid little grin on his face that almost hurts because he's not used to it.

All the while he's absolutely fawning over Soap's demolition skills. Soap who will level a fucking building with nearly superhuman precision just to get Ghost to compliment him for it. Beaming like he just won a competition every time Simon has a nice word or two to spare for him, ash and dust still settling in the background.

Johnny who pushes himself in the gym when Simon is there: perfect form, keeping repetitions going only to nearly collapse on Gaz when Ghost leaves the room.

Ghost who gets extra gruff and showy in his authority over other soldiers when Soap is around, unconsciously wanting the other to know what a good CO he is. That he's great at being a soldier all around. And who fucking smiles under the mask when Soap shoots him an adoring look.

It's like two very confused and violent teenagers dancing around each other, both are intimated by their feelings for each other, but not enough to let it rest. Both desperately want to leave a good impression. Both too manly and gruff to do something about it at first, too afraid to be rejected to risk a confession.

The general sentiment on base once they get it sorted and finally get together is a huge "Thank fuck, took them long enough!" because it was getting annoying, but its not like anyone was about to call the fucking Ghost out on his antics. And while Soap might have been called out it certainly didn't stop him from acting a fool the moment Simon Riley enters a room.

Now there's some peace and quiet on base, we'll mostly, unless you have to room next to either of them...

[ilikedetectives]

Tadpole Communication

by @barbozari ^o^

[sentrysapper]