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Some of y’all act like y’all’ve never noticed Shaggy’s (scooby doo)shoe size.

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WIP Whenever

@valkyriejack tagged me on Wednesday but I didn’t have a good WIP to share ;A; I have one now tho!! Thank you for the tag <33

I’ve fallen in love with the Manikin app on my tablet, it’s been really easy to use and now it even has a skeleton model you can pose. Used it to build a sketch off off and drawing some Silver Linings 👀Nate’s letting his hair down, too!

Tagging @mutfruittea @nukaworld-nora @scorpio-skies @saltsealed @gaeadene No pressure!

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the corners of this patch the limits and the borders indicative implicatively audacious.

[english-tibetan-dictionary]

implicative

dgag pa - ft. of {'gog pa}; 1) to negate, refute, repudiate, disapprove, criticize, deny, invalidate, nullify, contest. 2) negative phenomenon. 3) obstruct, inhibit, suppress, repress, block, to hinder. 4) obstruction, absolute / implicative negation; refutation, negation, criticism, objection, rebuttal [RY]

dgongs pa - 1) (Tha dad pa [h]. think, consider, reflect, consider[ation], concentrate on, give thought to, wish, thought, idea; 2) mind [h]; 2) essential essence of thinking, intention, mean for, intend to be, [deepest] sense/ meaning; 3) leave of absence, day off [Nad dgongs zhu ba,...Dgongs pa khrol ba,...Dgongs pa rtsa yang,...Dgongs pa rang zhu,...De ring las khungs su yong mi dgos pa'i dgongs pa zhu ba]; 4) realization, insight, vision, meditation, (enlightened [wisdom] [mind], understand[ing], cognizance, know[ing]; 5) care for, feel, regard; 6) decide; 7) great necessity; 8) implication, implicative, intimation; 9) deep experience/ structure, primordial condition [IW]

dgongs pa - {dgongs pa, dgongs pa, dgongs pa, dgongs} trans. v. . (h) Of {bsam pa}. 1) mind, frame of mind, attitude, intention, thought, consideration, viewpoint, idea. 2) [to emphasize the honorific] enlightened intent, wisdom mind, realization, insight, vision, wisdom, meditation, deep experience. 3) to think, consider, concentrate upon, reflect, understand, give thought to, care for, feel, regard, realize, know, decide, intend. 4) meaning, intent, implication, understanding, cognizance, necessity, intimation, interpretation; {kyi dgongs pa} enlightened intent behind. 5) implicative, meant for, intended to be. 6) deepest sense, primordial condition, deep structure [RY]

ma yin dgag - implicative negation; nominally bound negation [ggd] [RY]

med dgag - nonimplicative negation, verbally bound negation [ggd] [RY]

med dgag dang ma yin dgag - 'refuting as an absence' and 'refuting as an identity'; nonimplicative and implicative negation; Skt paryudasa and prasajya-pratishedha / nishedha [RY]

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I just need to share that the best NSFW line ever written about Pipan was not written by me, it was written by someone who gifted me fanfic offsite in a story called Mr. Blue and Mrs. Red, wherein Piper suggested they “make purple”

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Last Line Meme

Tagged by: @randomwordsandstormydays Thank you :D Also, I’m sorry in advance. You caught me writing smut.

Rules: Post the last line you wrote, then tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Sentence: He cleared his throat, "I ah, hope you know this maiden's armed," scowled with false admonition, "Tch. No funny business."

Tagging: NOT THAT MANY @tarberrymentats @shadow-mockingbird @ronqueesha @thewookieruns @daddyfuckinlonglegs @bagheera-is-back @saltsealed @radbeetle and anyone else who wants to I’d be stoked to see! No pressure tho <33

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Piper/Nate 44? I need angst haha

… out of lust

I’m not sure this one strictly qualifies as angst… but Nate’s certainly having a hard time x’D Hope you enjoy!

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She couldn’t get enough. Like the day Publick first hit the stands, or a mug of fresh tarberry juice, there was something addictive about stealing clandestine glimpses from Nate. Tilting her hips in just such a way to accentuate the curves he liked to trace, she watched him stare. Catch himself. Glance away. But he was still paying attention. The unsteady clearing of his throat told her so. And the rap of fingers against his thigh as they walked.

People had eyed Piper’s figure before, of course. Strangers in passing. Never a lover though. Never Nate. Who, now that he’d tasted her, seemed to be having just as much trouble keeping their trysts a secret as she was. The memory of skin on skin and his tongue against her red throat sparked a shiver through Piper. These little baits were crumbs thrown to starving bodies.

Even now, as they made their way down the streets of Boston, warm sunset bouncing off the pavement, she felt Nate’s attention drift back to her and swayed her steps a little. Hardly enough for anyone except him to notice. Peeking over her shoulder, she smirked. 

Nate’s hand rubbed at his mouth as he appeared overly preoccupied with a crumbling brick wall. No one could know about their affair. Neither dared to be too forward, not when Institute spies could be watching. But he was so ridiculously fun to tease. Every quiet moment since hitting the road had been spent testing how far she could push him. 

Piper only realized she’d been, maybe, a little too effective in her methods when Nate suddenly took her by the wrist and tugged her against the wall of a discreet alley.

Oh God. He was so close now. She could smell his familiar musk, and her eyes lit up with mischief. “Somethin’ the matter, Blue?”

“This game of yours.” He pouted. “You’ve been teasing me all day. Do you have any idea how distracting that is?”

“Maybe.” Her brows quirked over a wicked smile. “Is that a problem?”

“You’re not playing fair.” He breathed, looking at her with such intensity her legs turned to jelly.

“Yuh think so, huh? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure my game means, ah,” She tilted her head back, taunting him with the skeptical upward sweep of her parted lips, “my rules.”

“Hmm…” He smirked. He was perilously close. “I’ll concede defeat.”

“No, you?” Piper tilted her head away in mock opprobrium, “THE Agent Charmer, and you can’t even outplay this one little ‘ol reporter? What will the people think!”

“They’ll think-” Blue exhaled unsteadily, hot against her flushing earlobe. “-he didn’t stand a chance.”

All the words in her head turned to gibberish. It was hard to think of anything except him at this proximity. 

She kissed him. Once, twice - soft, searching kisses that filled her up with music. Nate’s fingers flexed on her hips, sliding up her waist and over her shoulders to cup her cheeks. His hands were trembling, too.

“I want you.” Nate huffed, finally opening his eyes again.

She grinned, flashing him a vixen’s smile, and ducked out of reach. Nate stared after her with frustrated desperation. But she was exposed, now. The crows would notice if he made chase. She almost felt bad for him. Almost.  

Her voice was sultry and taunting as she sauntered down the street, “Sorry Blue, that was your free space. If you want more, well… you’ll have to play the game.”

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ANOTHER WIP OF AN OCTOBER PROMPT because I can’t finish them on time anymore apparently x’D

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Sometimes you sit down to sketch a kiss and get very absorbed in it and what started as a 30 minute doodle you spend 4 hours on instead

ANYWAY. Have some Pipan love!

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You've ever heard of the sex rating formula from fallout 2 if so what is Nate and Nora's ratings

GREAT question. THANK YOU for asking (For anyone who doesn’t know about this, check it out here!)

Nate rocks a natural 8.87 👀 He’s also got a few levels in the Ladykiller perk and - between Nora and Piper - a lot of experience, which you could theoretically substitute for other Fallout 2 buffs to place him well into legendary status (something like 12.87) 

Stats alone, Nora is a respectable 7.03 😏 Her diverse experiences in this area would earn her that +2 easily, and if this was New Vegas she’d be rocking Cherchez la Femme and Black Widow so I’d expect her to land in the 11.03+ range herself. 

 I haven’t…. thought about this a lot. Or anything.

(I’ve had this terrible screenshot stashed away for ages from when I was testing out a pose mod, and couldn’t bring myself to delete it and look, now it’s here, in the light of day!! Life is strange)

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16. Piper/Nate ...lazily

(asked by @shadow-mockingbird ) Nothing explicit but there’s some implicative banter and nudity in this one!  😱

A hot bath. One thing you never took for granted in the wasteland. After days on the road getting by with soapy rags and a saucepan of boiled water every night, Piper was more than ready to kick back, relax, and soak away the grime. 

Blue had insisted on preparing it. He intended to spoil her. The ache in her bones left little incentive to protest, especially after he leaned in close and whispered tempting promises. Let it never be said her lover lacked imagination. Magnanimous overture was his favorite way to speak of desire. 

Tonight was no exception. Heating the water would’ve been plenty. But he’d gone the extra mile. Steam rising from its surface glowed against dim lantern-light, a radio hummed Billie Holiday’s “Blue Moon” just quietly enough to fade into the background, and Nate had even scattered hubflower petals around the ceramic tub. Piper smiled fondly at the display. 

Sometimes it made her feel guilty. So many others lacked even the most rudimentary amenities. She didn’t deserve this. Not Blue’s confidence. Not his doting. Certainly not his love. Admittedly though, that guilt plagued her less each passing day. Hardly at all tonight. Whatever she’d done to find herself in his heart, it was a place she was happy to be. 

The adulations weren’t the only reason. He smiled so often now. She’d give most anything to see that lopsided grin. Being the one to bring it to Blue’s face was reward enough for most trials. Some days he would sing for her, too. Those days were her favorites.

With a hum of pleasure, Piper eased into the bath. Heat hugged her sore muscles. The protest of each bruise and scrape surrendered to a massage of warm, clean water. Yeah, he’d really outdone himself. It was the perfect temperature. Wriggling like an eel, she submerged herself almost entirely to enjoy the soak. 

Some minutes later, rhythmic knocking sounded on the divider. “Mind some company?” Teased a welcome voice.

She smirked. “Oh I dunno, Blue. I’ve got my reputation to think about.”

“I can be discreet.” Owly cornflower eyes peeked sideways around the corner. 

Sitting up with a giggle, Piper waved an inviting hand. It glistened against lantern light. “Come on, y’rascal.” 

The newness of their intimacy had yet to wear off. Even in her eagerness, she flushed bashfully to be so exposed. Blue drank in the sight of her. Like he’d never seen a woman bare before. As if they hadn’t made love tangled in soft blankets, here in this very Castle.

He’d already cleaned up. A testament to his military background, he could be in and out of the barracks’ showers in two minutes flat. Though it looked as if he’d taken a little longer to make himself presentable this evening. She took a moment to admire that clean shaven jaw, chiseled in the image of some prewar statue. Nate’s damp hair was sleek and blueish against the dim atmosphere, practically begging be ruffled. He was absolutely, without a doubt, in a perfect state to be kissed. And maybe a few other things, too.

Nate took a seat on the floor beside the bath, one arm on a knee, the other draped lazily over the rim of the tub. He swirled the water with a finger, then reached to scatter petals across its surface. 

Piper splashed at him in mock offense, “What am I, soup?”

An ember sparked to life behind his gaze, “Well, you do look quite tasty.”

Their eyes locked. Stayed that way. Far too long to be considered proper. A jolt ran down her core, curling her toes. Blue noticed. His hand dipped below the water and caressed meaningfully down her thigh, hovering on the inside just above her knee. Maybe she’d just been soaking too long, but suddenly Piper felt exceptionally hot.

“Pfa, shoo-” She shrilled out with a playful wriggle, prying his hand off clumsily. Another surge of overeager nerves shot out from where they touched, “I’m trying to get clean here.”

“Alright, alright.” He snickered, leaning back to admire the view.

She reached for the soap, only to wince as the motion aggravated a particularly large bruise. It spread in vivid maroon across her shoulder down toward the lowest ribs. A token left by falling rubble. Echoes of that first painful impact rippled beneath her skin. Even the soothing heat of the bath couldn’t expunge it.

Blue’s lips drooped with soft concern. “Here, let me.”

“I’m okay-” 

“I want to.” He’d already shifted to kneel behind her, but waited to reach out, “Please?”

As his lips brushed persuasively against her unbruised shoulder, she realized the false bravado had been silly. Old habits died hard. But this was her Blue. They took care of each other. “Thanks, Dollface.”

Eagerly he set about the task. His fingers weaved against her scalp, lathering soap in. Nate remained thorough and methodical in his doting, every strand received careful attention. You’d think some priceless artifact lay in his palms. She was sure all traces of grime had been expunged, but he seemed to be enjoying the task too much to notice. A sleepy contentment flowed beneath her lover’s captivation. Being pampered wasn’t so bad.

“Remind me to let you do this more often.” She hummed, closing her eyes. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” 

Nate took a pitcher from the floor, filling it from the tub and rinsing her clean. With his other hand he continued running through her hair. It was almost playful - how he brushed out each weightless ebony lock. At this length, her style was a hassle to maintain, and more than once she’d considered cutting it all off for sheer frustration. Under the attentions of Blue, no sense of similar agitation showed. “I love your hair.” He murmured, kissing the top of her head. “You know that? Even in a tangled mess.” 

“You tryin’ to woo me?” She leaned back. 

“Of course. Always.” Nate pressed into the touch and breathed deeply. For a moment they rested together, content to merely be close.

Then his mouth began drifting down the side of her neck. “I say I’ll go through fire. And I’ll go through fire.” He sang quietly, just for her, “As she wants it, so it will be… Cra-zy she calls me.”

She shuddered, reaching out, “C’mere.” 

“Yeah, I’m crazy-” He grinned dreamily as she planted a lazy kiss on his lips. “Crazy in love with you…”

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