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ok but since calico jack is canonically one of the most famous pirates in the world, it's only a matter of time until he meets another octoagent and they immediately recognize him and just go–
#octonauts#octonauts above and beyond#octonauts calico jack#i vote marsh pinto or min- i will not elaborate further ✨<3✨#natquik *might* recognize him—but 100% i feel like if he does he's gonna recognize him as ''The Guy Who Got Crushed By A Tree'' 😂😂#imagine. imagine if paani recognizes him. that'd be interesting 👀#swear cw
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He played her game, Crowley was good at being the prized pet, obedient guard dog and all that until he found your weak spot then he was highly skilled at taking you out of the game, off the board and have you thinking it was your idea.
He looked up at the queen. She had a point, Hell had gone to shit and while He could give her the million reasons as to why she should share some blame for leaving it was ultimately her husbands fault and Crowley wasn't naive enough to think coitizing Hells it couple was a good idea.
" Are you done? " sarcasm still present, he respected Lilith but he had some dignity.
He got some space between them, straightening his suit he continued " Well, your highness, as you know Hell needs order, No demon is going to respect my authority over the Kings "
Crowley was dancing on a knifes edge here but he knew what he was doing, for the most part. " If I can have your attention, I do have some suggestions on getting Hell back in order " he smiled at her, a cold smiling predator looking into his prey.
Game on.
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Bro-nya not being a hey mamas lesbian cat girl was a missed but golden opportunity tbh like she’s so shiny like silver Pokémon and is my type rn but she had the potential to be my equally-gay nemesis where we meme the shit outta each other
#bronya posting#bronya#I am cursing this land with memes#Honkai star rail#oh look at this tag I had#I just be saying stuff -me circa ?!??#swear cw
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if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about
#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING#stranger things#platonic stobin#steddie#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#here we go again boys#i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like#nah i'm not gonna do it#maybe i'll anonymously write a fic#but no we're mombin posting on main#i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation#platonic co parents can be so so so personal#also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear#when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand#they have to know what kind of family they're coming into#cw pregnancy
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i’ll take care of everything
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing spoilers#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#cw blood#cw gore#throws up over these 2 and their absolute horror show of a friendship i guess#you know how she already had the worst shit going on. and then Someone was too big of a coward to actually help her#and then next thing you know he’s a pile of ground beef on her infirmary table and she has to worry about keeping him alive too. yeah#i swear i dont actually hate curly i like him. also if he suddenly got better i would beat the fuck out of him#anyway. parallels upon parallels and its all too horrible for words etc.
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Crime and punishment
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The Archivist ver. 2
#don’t mess with the Archivist#(said no one ever)#but shhh#ominous#s4-5 jon vibes#eyes#eldritch eyes my beloved#jonathan sims#the archivist#ceaseless watcher#jonathan sims art#the magnus archives#tma jon#tma archivist#tma art#tma fanart#tma spoilers#cw swearing#? just in case#also yes the sound was playing in my head while drawing this#my art
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CW: blood/gore!!!!
doodles of this absolute critter
#digital art#artists on tumblr#my art#fanart#tf2 pyro#tf2 engineer#cw blood#cw gore#where tf did he get that#they mean well I swear guys#she just wants to show their friends how much he loves them!!!!!
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And on that day, Garrus learned two things: to shut up and let Shepard fight the losing battle against gravity, and a whole lotta new human swear words
Comic Masterpost
Also, while I didn't end up being able to match the vibe of the rough for this panel, I like it so much that I must share it with the world
#Shep came out a lil scuffed but I don't feel like redrawing that one panel a third time#drawing her with a new hairstyle is always a bit of a crapshoot on the first attempt so oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#but while my shep did her best to turn into an unidentifiable blob?#Garrus gave me pretty much zero issues. only had to redraw him once#we see who the more loved child is in this family#mass effect#femshep#garrus vakarian#mass effect comic#shakarian#femshep x garrus#garrus x femshep#cw: swearing#sharky shepard#sharky art
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𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 || Accepting
(a collection of prompts from the YouTube show “BuzzFeed Unsolved”, feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)
@amischiefofmuses asked; “Hey, you demon fuck.” [Constantine to Dean]
After months of searching, countless hours researching, gathering specific weapons by trading favors, Not seeing Sam or anyone for that matter, dedicating himself entirely to find this one goddamn demon he was told was hatching a plan to over throw God, which would cause unexplainable chaos and so Dean even traveled thousands of miles to find himself an expert in this class of Demon and when they finally close in on an area of interest, this is the fucking 'expertise' " Hey, you demon fuck "
Dean couldn't have looked more murderous. He could be sipping an ice cold beer, maybe even have a decently warm shower, could've treated himself to some pie but no he's here with this idiot.
" Remind me again, why I need you " he huffed
Despite his pissy attitude Dean knew he'd never even get close to this level of demon, he only stumbled on the plans after he had been in hell with Crowley on another wild goose chase. He knew he was somewhat out of his depth here.
He adjusted his grip on the torch, demon blade clutched by his side. It wasn't the original but with demons, angels and witches either owing favors or trading you could get something pretty close.
" Wait " He put his arm across Constantine to pause their movement. He signaled he'd heard something to the left and they should check it out but Dean wasn't a real solider, he may as well have been throwing gang signs.
#Meme | GrabbyHands#Main | DeanWinchester#SPN rp#SPN#SPN cw#supernatural rp#amischeifofmuses#Swear cw
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It’s all in the Eyes👁️✨
Bonus:
#lmk#lego monkie kid#lmk mk#lmk tang#lmk pigsy#freenoodles#lmk freenoodles#freenoodle family#dadsy#baba tang#get it together pigsy smh#inspired by that one gag in s5 you know the one#tang has naturally long and beautiful eyelashes confirmed#also#cw swearing#pigsy does his best to censor himself around the kid but alas
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Your average lesbian couple ready for date night
#cw gun mention#I guess?#art#MLP#swearing#rarijack#rarity#applejack#apple jack#mlp rarity#mlp applejack#mlp rarijack#mlp fanart#mlp art
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#nonhuman#alterhuman#otherkin#therian#fictionkin#alterhumanity#therianthropy#otherkin community#alterhuman community#alterhumanism#nonhumanity#otherkin blog#therian things#otherkin affirmation#nonhuman community#therian community#therian stuff#tw swearing#cw swearing
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pairing: Sunghoon x fem!reader
genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, established relationship
content warnings: emotional neglect, some swearing, hoon is kinda a workaholic ig?, I don't think there's anything that really needs warnings other than this is sad but lmk if I miss anything!
summary: your boyfriend comes home late after promising to be home on time for once, only to find that you're nowhere in sight...
notes: this is another one that I'm not sure how to feel about ;-; but I hope you guys enjoy it TwT fun fact, the whole thing was inspired by an rp that I did with an ai where the robot somehow managed to call me by another person's name while cuddling XD
I'm making a general taglist for my fics so if anyone would like to be added please either send an ask or a DM ^w^
Everything below the cut is NOT proofread
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The white noise of your favorite movie buzzes through your living room, conversation and dialogue that you’d learned by heart filling the cold space with a false sense of familiarity. You sit cross-legged with your back pressed into the arm of the L-shaped couch in front of the tv, resting your chin on a plushie held close to your chest, looking not at the flickering screen to your right, but at the clock hanging in your kitchen–the only room in the house with the lights on.
9:17 pm, it reads. Roughly three hours and seventeen minutes since your boyfriend would typically get home from work.
Three hours and seventeen minutes since you’d been waiting on a barstool by the kitchen island where you both usually took your meals.
A tiramisu cake and a bouquet of flowers laid out in front of you.
Waiting.
Waiting.
So much waiting.
After an hour or so, you’d gently slid the cake back into its box, distracting yourself with the task of putting the flowers into a vase before they could wilt.
‘He’s late again,’ you think sleepily, eyes struggling to stay focused on the clock, ’he promised he wouldn’t be tonight.’
Your vision blurs as the long hand hits 12, eyelids too heavy to keep open, mind wandering to the conversation you’d shared with Sunghoon that morning.
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“What time will you be home from work today?” you asked sleepily, sitting up in your nest of blankets, having woken up to find that he was already in the process of pulling his socks on, careful not to wake you.
“I don’t know, Love, you know how crazy things have been with this update, I might be late again,” he said absently, looking around for his glasses. “Where the fuck did I put them?”
He runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, leg bouncing in agitation. It made your heart ache slightly in your chest, disappointment, guilt, and worry mixing confusedly in your stomach.
You loved Sunghoon, more than almost anything else in your life, he was the man you’d chosen as your partner, who you’d decided to stand by through thick and thin. But ever since the game company he worked for had started work on a new update, you’d been seeing less and less of him. Always coming home late, tired and stressed, mind wandering and absent even when he was sitting right in front of you. You understood, you really did. Between the two of you he was the one with the bigger income, the burden of taking care of you, of making sure that the two of you could build a future together, was on his shoulders. And it was a responsibility that he did not take lightly.
But still.
In moments like that, where you slid off your bed to fetch his glasses off the nightstand–blanket wrapped securely round your shoulders to fend off the cold that permeated your apartment since the heating had started to malfunction–moving round the bed to stand in front of him… you couldn’t help but feel like he was breaking your heart. Just a little.
It was in the way he only met your eyes briefly when he took them from you before standing and gathering the rest of his things, sighing in what could’ve been frustration or relief, it was hard to tell.
It was the way he didn’t stop the flow of movement steadily taking him away from you and towards the office till you called his name twice, stopping in his tracks and fixing you with a look that, though probably unintentional, made you want to bury yourself under your mountain of plushies and hide.
“I’m going to be late, (y/n), what is it?”
You winced. You couldn’t help it. Unaccustomed to hearing him say your name with so little emotion. “Just… could you come back on time tonight?” your voice is barely more than a whisper, tapering off into silence the longer you force your eyes to meet his. “Unless you can’t of course! I’m not saying you have to do anything, I understand that you’re busy and you can’t really dictate when or how things get done but just that it would be nice if you could be home on time tonight since-”
“Okay.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll make it home on time tonight.”
His voice was softer than it had been a moment ago, giving you the courage you needed to meet his eyes. They were still heavy with worry, brows drawn together to dig a permanent crease into the middle of his forehead, but they weren’t quite as cold or distant. He was looking at you, really looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever.
It wasn’t much, you knew that. But it was still enough to ease the knot building in your throat. Enough to bring a small smile to your face as you nodded. “Mnm! Okay, I’ll see you tonight then.”
“Mnm, alright,” he said, a small, slightly strained smile coming to rest on his own lips.
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The apartment was almost completely dark when the lock to the front door chimed, alerting the darkness that someone had arrived. The figure that stepped through was slumped over, backpack sliding off one shoulder with his jacket, shoes abandoned haphazardly.
It took a moment for Sunghoon’s mind to catch up to his body, for it to fully sink into his bones that he was home. That he was home and it was nearly 11 pm. Home and the tv and kitchen light were both on, white letters onscreen asking the room if anyone was still watching Netflix.
Something in the kitchen caught his eye, a handmade vase his sister had given you for your birthday set out on the kitchen island, filled to the brim with pink, white, and purple flowers he did not recognise.
’Oh’
It was his birthday.
That’s why you’d asked him to come home on time.
Sunghoon groaned, face twisting with what could only be described as pain as he quickly set his bag down by the front door and made his way to your shared bedroom. You were usually asleep by this time, unable to pull all-nighters the way you used to back when you were in high school, always out like a light by no later than 10:30 every night.
’But she still stays up every night waiting for you,’ a voice in his head hisses.
’I know… fuck I know she does,’ his own voice replies, panic setting in when he finds your room empty, the bed neatly made, not even a dent to show that you’d been laying in it while working on your laptop during the day.
’She’s not here… are you surprised? How long did you expect her to wait?’ the voice whispers, a chill cascading down his spine.
The panic sets in with more vigor, wrapping round his throat and sending his tired mind into overdrive as he checks the bathroom, your home office, and finally the dark living room. Fear telling him that this was it.
He’d really gone and done it now.
He wasn’t a complete fool. He knew the moment you stood in the middle of your bedroom floor instead of closing the distance between you and wrapping your arms around his waist, choosing instead to clutch your favorite duvet like a lifeline, wincing when you heard his voice, all because you wanted to ask him to come home… he knew right then that he’d been an absolute idiot.
He’d meant to come home early, to be there to make it up to you, to apologise properly, tell you that he’d take some time off as soon as the update was done and dusted.
But he didn’t. He let work sweep him up again. Drowning in error messages and buggy code till the sky outside his office windows was filled with the flickering lights of the city at night.
And now… now you weren’t there.
He’d left you alone.
He’d left you alone too long and you were gone.
You were gone.
You were gone and-
’Oh.’
There you were.
The relief when Sunghoon sees you–curled up on the couch, partially hidden by a small pile of blankets and stuffed animals–is immediate.
He doesn’t really register the way he sighs your name, shoulders relaxing, body melting into the floor the moment he’s in front of you, hand brushing a few messy strands of hair out of your face. The need to feel the warmth of your skin, to confirm that you really are there in front of him more an instinct than a conscious decision.
You mumble something in your sleep, tilting your face away from his cold fingertips, eyes fluttering open. “Hoon… hi baby… welcome home,” you say tiredly, shifting under your blankets in an attempt to pull yourself up.
Sunghoon feels his heart crack in his chest. Why were you smiling at him? You should've been angry. You should've pushed him away, demanded to know why he was back so late, why he'd been neglecting you in the first place.
“Baby? My love… why are you crying?” you ask, reaching for him through the haze of sleep still clinging to your limbs.
Choking back a sob, he leans closer, tucking his head under your chin and doing his best to wrap an arm around you from his place on the carpeted floor. “Nothing,” he says, shaking his head, though the tears soaking into your sternum say otherwise, “just missed you…”
Your vision blurs at his words, a thread of steadily building tension and worry that had been constricting your heart for the past few weeks snapping. “Oh…” your voice shakes slightly, lungs shuddering as your breaths begin to feel lighter, “I’m right here you goose, what’re you crying for?”
“Who says I’m crying,” he says, hoarse with tears.
“Right right,” you laugh despite the dampness now soaking through your own cheeks, “because my baby never cries, huh?”
“Never,” he sniffles, nuzzling closer.
You stay like that for a while, eventually urging him to sit more comfortably on the couch, allowing you to settle yourself on his lap, his arms still wrapped firmly round your waist, hands occasionally kneading whatever part of you he was in contact with as if he needed to assure himself that you were there, solid and real.
He waits until he feels your heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm, trying his best to calm down so his own can match yours, beat for beat. The way it–in his opinion–should.
But it wouldn’t, there were words lodged in his throat, and every time he tried to get them out he felt that same panic wash over him, sending his heart into a frenzy.
You could feel like beating against your cheek, could sense that there was something he wasn’t saying from the way his grip on you would tighten almost imperceptibly, stiffening as if he was bracing himself for something. A part of you wanted to push him, prompt him and ask what was going through his head, why you’d woken up to the sight of him crying in the dim light of your living room. And you would’ve if he hadn’t beat you to it.
“I’m sorry, (y/n).”
“What do you mean? For being late? I know you can’t help it, Hoon, it’s not some-”
“No! I mean yes, I’m sorry for being late tonight but… I mean… I mean for everything… for not being… here, with you, like this… as often as I should be, I’m sorry,” he says, the hands at your sides nervously fidgeting with the fabric at your hips, nervously looking between your face and the static tv screen behind you.
Sunghoon had never been good with words. You’d learned early on in your relationship that he preferred to show how he felt through his actions. Yet here he was, fumbling through an apology because… because…
“My love… did you think I’d left?” you ask, gently cupping his face with one hand, urging him to look at you.
Puffy red eyes still wet with tears, messy unkempt hair from running his hands through it all day, tired and probably as emotionally spent as you’d ever seen him and still… still he was the most beautiful person in the world to you. He nodded, hiding his face in your chest again, hands stilling.
“Well,” you sigh, resting your chin on top of his head and running a hand through the hair at the back of his head, combing through it in a way he swears only you can, “at least you know you’ve got things you need to make up for…”
“I know… I forgot for a while… but I know…”
“That’s okay then,” you breathe, leaning back to kiss his forehead. “But Sunghoon… baby… darling… the love of my life… my little pookie bear… “ you both giggle a little at the pet names, “You know I’d never leave you over something like this right? I was sad, and hurt, and I still expect you to make it up to me by never doing this again but… I still love you, it only hurts because I love you… I’m not going anywhere.”
Sunghoon pauses for a moment, letting your words sink in. You think that when he looks up, lips slightly parted, it’s to say something in response, but you really should’ve known better.
Slowly, giving you enough time to pull away should you choose to, his breath mingling with yours before he steals it away with a soft, lingering kiss. Neither of you is in any rush to take things further.
It feels like a small eternity before he pulls away, like time stills for you both, but then he’s pressing his lips to your jaw, butterfly kisses tickling you down to your pulse point, making you giggle so you almost miss it when he says, “I love you too… so much…”
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It isn’t until the next day when you’re shuffling into your home office dressed in one of his oversized jerseys, complaining about a meeting that he remembers the flowers he’d seen on the kitchen island.
Pulling out his phone, he makes good use of his detective skills (and google lens), remembering all the times you’d spoken to him about the language of flowers, and the meanings behind certain blooms.
He wasn’t quite sure whether to laugh or cry once he’d figured it out, opting to dig through the cabinets for a pack of waffle mix to fix you some breakfast instead. He had a lot of apologies to make…
Baby’s Breath: pure everlasting love
Pink Camellias: longing for you
Forget-me-nots: true love memories, do not forget me
#kiki writes things ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡#sunghoon#park sunghoon#enhypen sunghoon#enhypen#enhypen x reader#sunghoon x reader#park sunghoon x reader#park sunghoon x you#fluff#enhypen fluff#angst#enhypen angst#cw: swearing#cw: neglect
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pspspspsss mombin pt 4
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#stranger things#platonic stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#mombin#they're certainly coping#not well but they are coping#ok i swear i will actually draw something else tomorrow i have too many bg3 wips#cw pregnancy
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Me and my friend have been playing PMD2 lately and this is what we have gotten out of it
#this has undoubtedly been done before but here is my take lol#pokemon#pmd2#pmd2 spoilers#pokemon mystery dungeon#dusknoir#dialga#primal dialga#my art#cw swearing#im still deep in the kirby rabbithole but in case u were wondering what ive been up to#ive been replaying this in the background#its an amazing game btw if u havent played it then here is my propaganda#1k
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