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h-didanart ¡ 3 months ago
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And for today’s cut fic interactions! The Blood Twins trying to see the good side of their situation, I think, kinda? Ehhh, somewhat
(These two are from what’s supposed to be the same scene btw :P)
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Bloody: I actually had a feeling this would happen since the rat thing
Harvest: … that’s fair. You did notice we wouldn’t enjoy the slaughter first after all
Bloody: y-yeah… that was pretty bad
Harvest: You’re telling me, I should’ve seen it too, such an obvious thing, if only it wasn’t for my incompetence
Bloody: you forget we’re both incompetent
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Harvest: So, this is our life now
Bloody: Seems like it
Harvest, sighing in exhaustion: Such a miserable life
Bloody: Better than a miserable end
That was probably not a good thing to say, fuck
Harvest, quietly: Suppose so
They both were quiet for a bit
Bloody: I liked Solar
Harvest: I did too
Bloody: He was nice
Harvest: Sure he was, until he wasn’t
Bloody, looking at Harvest: Do you think he still cares?
Harvest: He shouldn’t
Bloody: But does he?
Harvest: …
Bloody, fidgeting awkwardly: Sorry, stupid question—
Harvest: I hope he does
Harvest: We’ll probably never get that level of concern from anyone again with how we are now- besides, well
He gestures to them both
Harvest, giving the stink eye: and stop cutting yourself off, it’s getting annoying, who cares if it’s a dumb thought, you forget we’re both stupid
Bloody:
Bloody, frowning: Don’t use my words against me
Harvest: I’ll use whatever I want against you
Bloody reached to punch Harvest’s shoulder lightly, the younger rolled their eyes.
That felt right
This felt right
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muppetfreak ¡ 1 year ago
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Mr. Riordan, it is truly a pleasure getting to experience your second draft.
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truetogaia ¡ 2 years ago
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cmere catboy pspspsppspsp!!
IM NOT A CAT PERSON BUT JAKE CAN CHANGE ME!!!
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stars-n-kites ¡ 2 months ago
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really an inexplicable train of thought but i feel like taako is the kind of person who in a modren era au would just decide to go to a shooting range and learn how to shoot a pistol for funsies, but would consider learning to spin the pistol all cool like they do in cowboy movies to be his first and foremost priority. like hes already bought a holster and the moment he is given a gun he immediately starts trying to twirl it. the instructor has to tell him to stop or theyll take the gun away from him. he keeps trying to lead the conversation back to it anyway because he really feels like theyre putting the cart before the horse here if hes learning how to shoot the gun before even knowing how to dramatically reholster it if he were to get in some sort of cowboy duel. hes actually really good at the shooting part but he gets kicked out of the class after his eighth guntwirling attempt in which he accidentally flicks the safety off mid twirl and shoots one of their light fixtures
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v88sy ¡ 4 months ago
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In which we are all Carlos rn.
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fraternum-momentum ¡ 4 months ago
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fuck cops! yeah i just might
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lilisettean ¡ 11 months ago
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Ice Wine | Zayne/Reader
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About: A slight misstep and slip of hand when playfully shoving Zayne caused you to fall onto his lap, with you straddling him.
Pairing: Zayne/Reader
Notes: A partial rewrite and continuation of Zayne: Drunken Intimacy. I liked the memoria event from this card but when compared to Xavier and Rafayel's... Yeah...
AO3: Read here!
Warnings: Dubious consent (reader is drunk), light bondage, hints of dominant Zayne, hints of brat/brat taming. Age 18+ please! Enjoy :)
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“I… Whatever. I’m going to sleep.”
You mumbled, pointedly ignoring the warmth lingering on your cheek. At this point, you don’t know whether you were flushed because of the alcohol in your system, or because of the position you were in.
While inspecting Zayne’s chin for bruises, a slip of your feet made you tumble forward, causing you to straddle him while you looked at him for possible injuries due to your headbutt earlier. 
The suggestive position you were in hadn’t registered until he kissed you, his face mere inches away from yours afterwards. It didn’t help when you tugged at his loose tie again to tease him, only to be met by his hands gripping at your waist, pulling you closer to him.
Unlike most of the time when his skin was cold, almost icy, to the touch, you could feel heat radiating off him, warming you even further. 
“I thought you had good reflexes.” He remarked, his eyes not once leaving your face. You met his gaze head on, determined not to shrink away from his intense focus on you. “For a hunter to be caught so easily… It seems you’ve gotten careless, no?”
“...Do I need to be alert when with you?”
He froze at your reply, his grip on your waist loosened momentarily before tightening again. “How sly.” He smiled as he leaned into you, closing the gap that was present. “One would think you are tempting fate.”
“Yes, how sly.” You mumbled, unperturbed by the sudden closeness. “You haven’t drank a single drop of wine, and yet you act as if you are drunk. You’re not making any sense here.”
“With you in front of me like this… How am I supposed to make sense of anything?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, a question ready on your tongue but then something within you clicked, a sudden realization shocked you out of your drunken stupor. 
The heat. 
Zayne never was warm to the touch, unless he was sick. But he was neither that nor a drinker, so that left only one possible explanation.
You quickly glanced down, and you were appalled to find the neckline of your dress was pulled down further and the strap of your dress falling to the side, giving Zayne an eyeful of your cleavage. It didn’t help that because of the dress, you opted to use pasties instead, leaving your breasts barely covered. 
Combined with you straddling his lap, and your face flushed from the alcohol, the sight made it seem as though you two were–
No longer hiding his true intentions, Zayne slid one of his hands down your hip and under your dress, caressing your thigh. “Am I still not making any sense to you?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Seeing you shiver at his touch yet not pulling away from him, he continued. “You wouldn’t object if I kept you close, would you?”
Instead of replying however, you hooked a finger onto his loose tie, and–
“Mmph–”
It was as though a switch had been flipped the moment his lips met yours. Gone were those gentle touches and careful caresses of your skin, his need to be with you– be in you– consuming every single rational thought he had. 
While you had the element of surprise, shocking him when you sealed his lips with yours, he quickly wrestled back control, taking the lead of the kiss by tilting his head slightly for better access and pushing his tongue against yours. The roughness of him pulling your hips closer to him, to have you straddle his crotch and feel his clothed cock nudging against your inner thigh, made it seem like he was as drunk as you were, having lost control of his tightly held restraint. 
No, he was as drunk as you were. But instead of being drunk on those fruit wines you brought home, he was intoxicated by something– someone– else.
You.
“Zayne–” You gasped between kisses, your face no longer flushed due to the alcohol, but because of the intensity of his kisses, not giving you much respite between them. It didn’t help that his hands were roaming all over you, the warmth from his touch seeping into you, banishing all hints of drowsiness away.
You fumbled with his tie and cursed at the many buttons his shirt had while he tugged down the straps of your dress, peeling away the annoying pasties that were in the way and cupped your breast, thumbing over your pert nipple.
“A lot of people asked about you tonight.” Zayne remarked as he kissed your neck, his breath tickling your skin. “They asked if you were single.”
“What did you tell them?” You asked moments later, too distracted by the hand that was under your dress. He had dipped his fingertips under the waistband of your panties, toying with it and teasing you for what’s to come.
“No.” His denial, while quiet, was firm, commanding almost. “You are not. In fact–”
Zayne adjusted the position you were in, keeping you close and– oh. 
“You are taken.” He stated, emphasized by the bulge pressed against your clothed heat. You could feel the outline of his cock next to you, its hardness causing warmth to pool within you. Against better judgment, in which you should undress him and yourself before attempting anything, lest you ruin the outfits, you wiggled your hips and responded in kind.
And before you could react, he slid a hand under your hips and lifted you up, and pinned you down to the sofa, forcing you into the same position as earlier when you had tugged on his tie.
Unlike earlier when you were in control and him pulling away at the end however, he was hovering above you, one of his hands right beside your head while the other was still on your hips, his body right between your thighs.
Your heat clenched in anticipation, waiting for him to pull you closer and onto his clothed cock. But instead of that he paused to look at you, his half lidded eyes roaming all over your form.
You took the chance to take a good look at him as well, to see if he was just as affected by this non alcohol induced heat. His tie was long gone and his shirt was half buttoned, revealing his broad chest. While his pants remained the same, you could see the outline of his cock straining against the front of his pants, making you wonder how it would feel against, and inside you.
Zayne felt his cock throb at the sight, and he couldn’t help but bunch your dress up further to your abdomen, exposing more of you to him.
“The dress…” You mentioned, suddenly made aware of it. He had paid for both of your outfits before you could’ve and you’d hate to ruin his gift. But he silenced you by lowering himself down to your lips and sealed it with his, distracting you.
You were so caught up in him that you barely noticed him pressing closer to you, his hand that was on your hip no longer there. It was only when you heard the unbuckling of his belt and the telltale unzipping that you remember about the dress.
“The dress will be ruined if I don’t take it off.” You breathed out after you broke away from the kiss, your eyes darting down to where his cock would be. And sure enough, it was right on top of your heat, its tip glistening with precome. Zayne tilted your chin upward before you could stare at it further however, forcing you to meet his heated gaze head on.
“Don’t worry about it. I want it on you.”
“Have you been imagining fucking me while in this dress, Zayne?” You teased, and when he responded with a small smile only, you laughed. “Who knew ‘Zayne the Terrifying’ had such dirty thoughts?”
“I may be a terrifying man, but I am still a man in the end.” He replied as he pushed your panties to the side, and dragged a finger up against your entrance. “Especially when it comes to you.”
With that, he captured your lips once more, slotting himself between your slick folds, and thrusted slowly against you. His hands were on your hips, sliding your wet heat up and down the side of his stiff cock as he fucked your folds.
It was difficult to concentrate, every single coherent thought disappearing like mist with every thrust against you. You had half a mind to unbutton his shirt further, to slip your hands under them and drive him mad with want like he did to you, but that required focus, which you had none of. Especially when his cock grazed over your clit, forcing whatever drive you had out of you.
The ache to have something, anything, within you grew every time his tip caught onto your entrance. You waited  with bated breath for the inevitable push of his hardened cock into your waiting heat, only to have him thrust upward again, leaving you wanting.
You reached down to take matters into your own hands. But before you could do so, Zayne caught your wrist and pinned both of your hands above your head.
“Zayne–” You whined in protest when he reluctantly pulled away from you. But instead of teasing you as expected, his attention was elsewhere, his free hand grasping onto something on the side while he kept you pinned down with one hand.
You tried to see what he was looking for, but couldn’t as his attention returned to you once more, his half lidded gaze freezing you in place. He merely smiled at your confusion, and you were about to question him when you felt it.
He was binding your wrists with something… soft. Was that silk– oh. 
His tie.
Zayne leaned down to nip your earlobe, the corners of his lips twitching upward when you wriggled against your restraint. “Behave and let me.” He whispered, his soft demand contrasting your whimpers. “Impatience will get you nowhere.”
“And if I don’t?”
“In that case…” He trailed off, pulling away from you and sat up. His cock was no longer between your folds, and was instead replaced by his finger, prodding and teasing your heat. He traced the edges of your entrance, coating his finger with slick, before pushing it in. 
Before you could question him on how this was going to force you to behave, he curled his finger and prodded at your soft spot, touching it every time he pumped his finger in and out of your heat. 
Just when you were accustomed to his touch, he pulled his finger out of you entirely. A thin strand of slick connected your heat and his finger, snapping when he brought it up to his lips, staring directly into you whilst he licked his finger clean.
“Now…” Zayne said, positioning himself between your thighs once more. He had wanted to please you and push you towards that high you wanted at least once before burying his fingers, then his stiff cock, inside you, but your impatience– and his as well if he were to be honest– forced his hand. “Will you behave and let me prepare you?” 
“Or do you want me to make you beg?”
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dooweeedooguy ¡ 8 months ago
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Since there are a lot of people who just watch New Who and dont watch Classic, I feel like I need to clarify this for ALL of you...
these two fine fellows, although they play the same character... ...they do NOT play the same character
...hopefully y'all understand w/o having me going into depth lol
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miss-rum-hee ¡ 1 year ago
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Modern Slacktivision Blizzard in a nutshell
Blizzard Lead Dev: "I just don't get it. People don't like our games anymore. We have over 45 gay NPC couples in Dragonflight, we have lesbians ride off into the sunset awkwardly in Diablo 4 and even Lorath finds it awkward when it happens, we have vitiligo options, we have multiple gay and multiracial characters in Overwatch 2, we changed the names of male and female to body type 1 and body type 2, turned all the sexy paintings into fruits, added green hair to humans, made the Night Elf heritage armor kind of not sexy, put a transgender dragon in the game, what the fuck do people want from us?"
Blizzard Forum Dev: "Well, I've been looking at the forums. Players want tails on worgens and-"
Blizzard Lead Dev: "I've GOT IT! Let's make a follow-up to that quest where the two centaur dudes want to get married, let's make the player prepare their wedding and they do this gay little talking-at-the-same-time and giggling moment, the gays do that stuff right? At least 4 people will find it cute!"
Blizzard Forum Dev: "Sir, it really seems like all of this pandering might be just a thinly veiled attempt to make people forget about that unfathomably disgusting sexual harassment lawsuit by catering to the loudest people on social media in hopes they'll start loudly advertising how PC we've become and we'll somehow rebuild our dwindling fanbase from new players who are suddenly creating accounts just to watch gay dragons talk about how much they love their mate. I think instead of trying to pander to people who hate our game and our company and always have and always will, perhaps a better option is to cater to the dwindling player base we have left, and to the people who left because of these stupid-ass politically correct things we keep doing. We can't just make people forget what our company did by pretending we're good people. What we CAN do is listen to our players. They don't want more gay NPCs in WoW, they don't want frumpy unattractive characters in Diablo 4 like forced fat druids, they don't want the Amazon's butt to be covered up in Diablo 2 Resurrection, they don't want Overwatch 2 to emphasize the importance of a character being gay or autistic above any semblance of personality or relevance to the story they might have. What they want is what they loved for the last 20 years. They want the company they grew up with back. The company that made Alexstrasza, Kerrigan, Whitemane, Sylvanas, the Eredar Twins, Mercy, Widowmaker, Tracer. Not the company that made a Thai femboy and made the crafting tutorial NPCs in Dragonflight absolutely offensively and objectifyingly flamboyant gay guys."
Blizzard Lead Dev: "You're... you're right... ... You're right, man. I dunno what I was thinking. You're right. People want the old Blizzard back."
Blizzard Forum Dev: "That's the spirit, man! We can turn this around, it's not too late. We can bring back the game that every really hot girl at every Blizzcon loved making skimpy cosplays for!"
Blizzard Lead Dev: "Orisa is transgender now"
Blizzard Forum Dev: "God fucking dammit sir"
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juniemunie ¡ 7 months ago
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I made this a year ago and it spawned an entire alternate timeline idea that me and my friends made up
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Reupload because i found my lil sketch of it (and hey, its my billdip kid!)
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freakinator ¡ 2 months ago
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devotionduo so codependent that when they try to be less so they end up hurting each other what if i kms
#mine.txt#zam hated being relied on so Heavily in s5 so now mapicc values team interindependence to a level that i dont think?? hes had before#which means hes taken more liberty in grinding for himself and his teammates a lot more than he used to#and because zam places a lot of value in himself in being the team grinder he feels useless and unneded#and since zams a huge grinder it means mapiccs main method of helping him is through violence but since hes a pacifist this season#and while technically zam is fine with other ppl killing and most importantly killing For him; he doesnt really have any beef that requires#killing as a form of revenge which means mapicc cant do the main thing that zam (and anyone else really) uses him for#and they both want to do and be more for the other but theyre stuck at a standstill cause theyre in uncharted territory#cause theyre friendly but not teamed (or even pseudo-teamed like in early s5)#i will say tho mapes more active in trying to find ways to hang out with zam#but if there isnt a clear opportunity to do so hes so Weird about it lmao like he basically just kinda. hovers over him lmao#whether in chat or otherwise#but when an opportunity Does present itself tho he seizes on it basically immediately#like the stalking is easy pickings but theres also gaias hand and literally anytime zam asks him to kill someone for him#ok but seriously tho the fact that mapicc basically declared them as teammates (even if its not official)#after he finished with the stalking was so sdfsdklaghsaljh#like bruh why does zam even have doubts about mapicc prioritizing him above everyone else he doesnt even do all that for his actual team 😭#devotions
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catboypines ¡ 2 months ago
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hey guys if i see another billdip vs billford poll i might ram my fist through my head <3 in fact can we stop with the comparison altogether lol. CLEARLY theyre the same but also completely different we’ve all elaborated enough on that. idc which one u like they both equally suck because bill is the worst. now lets go back to making whichever one we like better (for some weird unknowable reasons) kiss in our heads and go about our day. PLEASE
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yupthisisshe ¡ 5 months ago
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Neville headcanon/drabble - Emoticons and love hearts:
✿ He uses emoticons (70% of his personality is “:)” and well as 70% of his texts because he uses that one nearly every time he texts you) more than emojis, and when he does use emojis, the ones he uses most are ❤️ and 😮
✿ He also definitely signs his name in letters to you with a smiley and/or heart
✿ He doesn’t like just saying ok so he will say “Ok, love ❤️” or “Okay, love <3” and it gets you every time (pls I can’t he’s so sweet)
✿ Sometimes (especially when he first got a phone to communicate with you better) he just sends “:)” and nothing else
✿ You think it’s the cutest thing (it is)
✿ <3
✿ In conclusion, Neville Longbottom has my heart for life and he is the sweetest boy EVER.
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tooquirkytolose ¡ 2 years ago
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They really didn't have to make Miguel O'Hara that dummy thick. His cheeks were so big im surprised we didn't hear them clapping everytime he ran
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87000beesinapersonsuit ¡ 1 year ago
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padme listening to anakin detail how he just massacred an entire village of tattooine’s indigenous people and being like cool wanna get married
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ghostlykidplaidbanana ¡ 1 year ago
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After like 4 days of non stop drawing, I have finally finished this stupid thing 😭😭
Audio can be found here (credits to ProZD)
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