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adrianfridge · 7 months ago
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Height gap romance except the shorter one is frequently depicted in situations where they are contextually taller. The taller one sitting while the shorter one looms over them. Both of them lying in bed with the taller one’s head pressed to the shorter one’s chest. The shorter one straddling the taller one’s lap and leaning down for a kiss. The taller one on their knees as the shorter one tilts their head up. Please, it makes me go feral
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thatisntverycombefair · 9 months ago
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a valvert fic where javert really needs glasses and valjean takes him to the optician and it's called valjean at last we see eachother plain
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radiocurrency · 2 months ago
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Daniel jacking off to Rashid!Armands OBSCENELY shaped pecs in that v neck shirt.
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cosmic-lullaby · 2 years ago
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gomez and morticia claiming tyler as an addams the second he steps foot into their house is honestly shit i live for in fics
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brainrotlesbian · 1 year ago
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I was encouraged by my mutual @guys-in-distress-database so here I go. Recently watched the Boxtrolls and it was great and of course I noticed some amazing whump potential from Herbert Trubshaw, so here’s a little bit I decided to write
Trubshaw, Sr.
Part 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/brainrotlesbian/732272462318944256/trubshaw-sr-part-2
Includes: kidnapping, chains, gagging, physical beating
Herbert Trubshaw watched as the trolls ran off with his son, his heart hammering in his chest. Archibald Snatcher couldn’t get his hands on him now. His baby would be safe. He, on the other hand, was not, and was met with a heavy smack to the back of the head with a club, the cries of his child fading in his ears.
He didn’t know how long he was out. Most likely hours. But when he finally came to, he had been hung upside down from the ceiling, effectively mummified in chains.
“What?” he croaked. He looked around, the sounds of the chains clanking across the warehouse. “Where am I?”
“Morning, Mr. Trubshaw!” Snatcher sang-song. Trubshaw wiggled and writhed, trying to position himself so he could see that treacherous man. “I’m so glad you decided to join me in my efforts in the purification of this town. Those nasty trolls took off with your child! How do you feel about that?”
He blinked. His son, his boy, taken by the box trolls… no. He gave him to them, to protect him. He scowled at his captor.
“If I’m not dead you must want something from me,” he hissed. “What is it?”
“I already told you. I need you to invent me something to rid this town from those vile trolls. Once and for all,” Snatcher growled, grabbing onto one of the chains that bound him. “And now, you gotta do as I say.”
Trubshaw gagged at the smell of his breath, then scoffed. “I won’t. It isn’t right. Those trolls have just as much of a right to life as the rest of us.”
“Oh my god, shut up! You don’t have a choice! You build my machine, or I make you pay—” Snatcher froze. “No. No, that won’t work.” He stepped away and began muttering to himself, pacing across the floor with long strides.
Trubshaw watched, writhing in his restraints. They held him fast, without any signs of breaking. He sighed in defeat. For now, he was stuck. And he was beginning to develop a headache from being hung upside down. He wasn’t sure how long this would last.
“Pah, I guess I’ll just have to break you myself,” Snatcher decided. “Although… I do have quite a mess to clean up. Your mess, Mr. Trubshaw, if you weren’t aware, so I suppose I’ll leave Mr. Pickles and Mr. Trout to do it instead. Rough him up all you like. He’ll give in eventually.”
He tried curling in on himself, but he was bound too tightly. He watched with anxiety as the two henchmen approached him.
“Do… you think what we’re doing is good?” the shorter one asked. “I mean, this is a good thing, right? We’re helping cleaning up the community. Making it safer, yeah?”
The larger one nodded. “Hmm, yes, but what if it’s not. Mr. Trubshaw had a point I think, with the trolls deserving life and all.”
“Yes, yes, they do!” he cried. “Pl-please, help me! I can… we can change things, can we not? We can— mmmph!” He was stopped as Snatcher shoved a dirty cloth in his mouth and tied the ends at the back of his head.
“Don’t listen to him,” he snarled. “Just rough him up. Maybe then we can get him to cooperate.”
He lumbered off, leaving Trubshaw bound, gagged, and alone with two men with orders to beat him. He swallowed nervously, switching his attention between the two of them.
“Yeah, alright,” the larger one said. “We got orders, and following orders is the good thing to do.” He punctuated this with a hard punch to Trubshaw’s gut, leaving him gasping and spluttering beneath his gag.
“Eh… I guess you’re right,” the shorter man said, shrugging, then he turned to the work table behind him and picked up a large metal wrench. “Following orders is the good thing to do!” He swung the wrench, connecting a solid hit to his temple, which all but knocked him out again.
He knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long. Not here. Not with this treatment.
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bloomsberries · 2 years ago
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honestly, jade confessing her total love and desire to kiss kit for forever and then having to wait probably weeks for kit to make a move, quietly pining, knowing kit wants it too but never pushing, is just *bites fist*
the most delicious agony
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tightjeansjavi · 2 years ago
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Joel’s idea of flirting is waking you up at the crack ass of dawn to teach you how to shoot. You’re grumpy about it, but he has a travel sized thermos of shit QZ coffee waiting for you.
☻ ☻ ☻
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staceymcgillicuddy · 2 years ago
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for the au meme: homesteader eddie and mail order bride chrissy on the prairie 😈
You are... the devil. And I just think you're neat. And I may already have a chapter of this written. ALL THAT TO SAY...
Chrissy isn't a traditional mail-order bride. Instead, she's been promised to Jason, who heads west a year or so before her to get things set up. Naturally he's not going to be a homesteader or anything, and while I'm not entirely sure what he IS doing, it'll involve being a rich, privileged dick. As one does. Anyway, she's coming out to meet him and ~plot happens and suddenly she is in need of an Eddie.
Eddie and Wayne each have a claim, and they've built two cabins on either side of the property line, so they have their own houses but are in each other's pockets all the damn time.
Hopper is the Sheriff in whatever little town I invent, and he's courting the Widow Byers (Lonnie probably died jumping over a fence using his rifle as a vaulting pole and shooting himself in the hand and getting gangrene, idk, I hate Lonnie), and nobody really knows how he came to adopt his daughter, because neither of them will talk about the circumstances.
Eddie's conflicted about how much he wants to be where he is. Part of him hates being tied down to the claim for so long, but another part of him is scared to leave the familiarity of home. (Which is also why Eddie has been a senior three goddamn times. In this TED talk I will...)
I realize this is all setup and I haven't even gotten to the Hellcheer stuff yet, BUT I do think that Eddie bunks up with Wayne at first so Chrissy can have his cabin to herself at night, and she's the one who puts a stop to it and tells him she's just fine sleeping on the floor. And, you know. Winter Is Coming. I am but a simple smut farmer.
Blizzards are cold!
The gif below is live footage of Eddie and Jason in a fight, jsyk. It's my gift to you for this wonderful ask. 🧡
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inkskinned · 5 months ago
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please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!
do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!
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trekkiesagainstchastity · 3 months ago
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It doesn't matter if that fic has been in your drafts for years and is now self-indulgent to the point of parody. If Steven Moffatt is allowed to do it professionally, you are allowed to do it for fun.
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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 2 months ago
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I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.
You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?
Click on their name. And look at their profile.
I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.
"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.
"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.
Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.
Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.
Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.
I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.
Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.
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anneapocalypse · 2 years ago
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So, just curious how many writers and creators will have to be forcibly outed by relentless harassment before we acknowledge that "This queer characters was written by a cishet person and that's why they're bad" is not good criticism.
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mumblesplash · 11 months ago
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in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem
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biskiko · 3 months ago
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couple of ranpoes
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wardingshout · 10 months ago
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Zelda goes mushroom girl
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whumperofworlds · 6 months ago
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I'm thinking about a Whumpee who's been kidnapped and held for ransom, or as bait, or held hostage, anything really.
Whumpee is super confident that Caretaker will come rescue them. And they're all smug and unafraid because they know they'll be rescued and that their captors will get their asses kicked.
Sure enough, Caretaker rescued Whumpee. However, when Whumpee was about to thank them, they saw Caretaker's eyes, which were filled with fear and guilt.
And that was when they realized that even though Whumpee wasn't scared, Caretaker was legitimately worried to death for Whumpee's safety.
open the floodgates. send in your whump thoughts. i wanna hear em.
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