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sprout-fics · 1 month
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So lately I’ve been obsessed with bikers … and I can’t help but think of Ghost being a biker… would you ever consider writing about that??
OH. GIRL (gn)
I literally was just talking to @gazs-blue-hat about this.
Biker Ghost is a menace. This man has such an ego about his bike it would be so annoying if it weren't for the fact he looks so incredibly attractive. He works on the bike often, looks devastatingly handsome even with grease smeared across his knuckles and face. He's so incredibly proud of that bike and loves to show it off. When he retires his one true passion is taking the bike for long drives with you.
He keeps the skull aesthetic even on the bike, his helmet has personally done skull marks on it and he has skeletal biking gloves. In the summer he wears only a t-shirt, a little too tight where it clings to his massive biceps. The ink on his left arm swirls up and disappears beneath the black fabric, thighs bulging through his jeans. With his leather jacket on when it's cold he looks even bigger than he usually does- dressed entirely in black, visor dark and he revs the engine to be loud on purpose.
He'll come to pick you up from work just to show off, and you roll your eyes but how can you be mad when he looks like that? With his helmet on, visor up so you can feel his stare across the parking lot, arms crossed so his muscles bulge, leaning against the bike like he's a fucking guard dog.
Yet when you trot up like a schoolgirl with a crush he's disgustingly gentle with you. Takes your bag and stows it in the seat, gets your jacket and zips you up himself, and when you stand on your tiptoes to place a smooch on his helmet his hands hover at your waist as he gives a low, appreciative hum. He makes sure to kiss you too before he flips the visor or your own helmet shut. His voice is a low, deep rumble where you sometimes struggle to make out the words, but the warmth of it bleeds through all the same.
He knows to be extra careful with you as his backpack, double checks your gear and hauls you flush to his back. Your arms barely wrap around the trunk of his torso, and when they slip he waits until a traffic light to drag you closer, one hand stroking your knuckles as the other squeezes your thigh in appreciation. You're his beloved passenger, he's going to take extra special care of you even as the engine revs and the wind swallows you both.
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raveboy34 · 4 months
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Stalking John Watsons twitter and saw this and wanted to share for the people who have not seen this
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HE DID THE THING!!
One of my favorite things about the original ACD Sherlock Holmes books is how much attention to detail Watson puts into everything, but ESPECIALLY with Holmes, literally on the first few days of living with Holmes, Watson was so intrigued by his flatmate to the point he wrote down everything he learned from about him. Until of course throwing it into a fire and disregarding it because he felt it was useless and still did not understand him. But still, these smalls things are usually glossed over by other medias, and although it was not mentioned in the podcast, it makes sense for him to say something about it on twitter.
The fact they wrote almost word for word what he writes in the book. I can die happy now.
This is how its written in the Original Work 👇
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Cannot believe some of you are NOW realizing Watson is the cutest and most awkward man to ever walk the face of the earth ! Love him and his curiosity
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canisalbus · 3 months
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Does Machete enjoy the feeling of sleeping on Vasco's chest (like he's doing in that nosebleed in bed one) or does he prefer a pillow
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ormymarius · 2 years
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fellas is it gay to meet in the same pub every hundred years to drink and catch up
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junipers-insects · 2 months
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Human!Ink
Probably the most proper drawing of him that I've ever drawn.
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dovewingkinnie · 10 months
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purplephone height difference
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originalartblog · 5 months
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waait...you said the same experiences, so tiny!chuu went through sb and lab trauma?
There are ~2 ways to look at it if you ask me and since it doesn't really matter in the long run I'm letting you pick whichever you like best:
Option 1 is there is tiny world where everything is basically the same except they're all adorable and have animal traits. The tinies have been picked from there and put in the canon world for shenanigans reasons.
Option 2 is they're more like manifestations born from the big guys, so they shares everything by virtue of being the same person. Now that they are two separate entities, they won't share every memory made recently because their brains are not permanently connected, it's more esoteric and less literal.
Again, they're more like deamons/fairies, little creatures who are just as much them as the big guys, just very small, a little more naive, and full of feelings. with animal traits because it's cuter.
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drarrily-we-row-along · 6 months
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October 6: Corn Maze
Just a note that Harry's ace in this one (I'm working through a lot with my sexuality atm). There are lots of different ways of being ace, lots of different experiences, and I'm not trying to imply this is everyone's experience (but it is mine, so) just wanted to offer a sensitivity warning.
Harry wasn't overly fond of mazes. Not since fourth year, in particular, but also not since everything in his life seemed to be misdirection.
Lately, he'd been feeling like there'd been one too many turns, one too many dead ends, one too many miss-steps; at some point, it felt like he ought to have been due a break.
Still, he found himself with his friends and his godchildren at a literal corn maze; a race to get to the center. And Harry couldn't really have cared less about winning.
He turned down another way, heard a child a few rows over shriek with delight as they ran past, corn rustling, and wished in the very depth of his bones that he could feel simple joy like that, wondered if he ever would. Realizing it was another dead end, he sighed and started to turn back.
"I was hoping I'd find you," spoken softly, just behind him.
"Circe, Draco," he breathed, "you startled me."
Draco was standing there, wearing an over-sized maroon jumper that covered his fingers, blonde hair slipping out of its braid leaving strands framing his face. And Harry ached with how he loved him, ached with the ways he didn't (couldn't).
"Why were you hoping to find me?"
He tucked a strand of fine blond hair behind his ear as he stepped into his space, "So I could do this," he whispered, leaning in and kissing him sweetly.
And, oh, Harry loved kissing. He loved his friends, loved Draco in particular. He loved being able to touch him, loved holding his hand and carding his fingers through his hair. Kissing him at the pub a few nights ago, he hadn't meant to, it had- "Draco, wait-"
"Oh," he said, taking a step back, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep, after Monday, I thought-"
"Wait," he said, reaching out to take the other man's hand, holding it, "listen. I-" he broke off, shook his head, exhaled. How had his life become this? "I don't want to mislead you."
"Right," he said taking a step back, shaking his head. "You're not interested. You were drinking, we were drinking. It's fine, let's forget about it."
"I'm ace," he blurted, not knowing how else to say it, not knowing how to tell Draco it wasn't about him, it was entirely about Harry. "And I love you, Draco. You are one of my best friends. If you asked me tomorrow if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I'd say yes. I love you with my whole heart."
Draco sat down on the ground, staring up at Harry. "I'm-" he shook his head, "I am so confused."
Harry collapsed next to him, wrapped his arms around his knees. "I'm asexual-" he started again.
"No, I heard that," he said, "and I heard you tell me that you love me, that you'd spend the rest of your life with me-"
"I would, Draco," he said earnestly.
"But you don't want to kiss me?" he asked, brow furrowing.
He shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to kiss you." He scrubbed his nails through the short hair at the base of his neck before ruffling the curls at the top of his head. "It's that I love you so much but I'll never be in love with you. Not the way you-" he broke off, choking on the words, "not the way you deserve. I would kiss you, I'd cuddle with you; hell, I'd have sex with you and I would probably like it. But I'd like it because I love you, not because I care about the sex," he rambled, seemingly unable to stop himself now that he started, a freight train rolling down a hill unable to brake, "but I'm not opposed, I just won't think about it. And I won't-"
"Harry," he said, reaching out and putting his hands on both of Harry's shoulders, "hey. Woah. Slow down, take a breath," he said softly. "Can I hold your hands?" he asked, moving a bit to sit in front of him.
Harry nodded, feeling teary, reaching out and taking the other man's hands in his.
"I hope you know that I would never ask you to do something you're uncomfortable with," he started. "You're so important to me, I'd never ask you to have sex if it wasn't something you wanted-"
"It's not about the sex." He shook his head, "I like orgasms, I'm not sex-repulsed; it's probably why it took me so long to realize that I'm ace in the first place."
Draco squeezed his hands, "Thank you for telling me, for trusting me. But Harry, I can't understand what you meant by misleading me?"
"I don't," he shook his head, "I don't experience attraction the way that most people do, the way that you do. Sex isn't going to be the thing I think about. The way I love you," he shook his head, "I love you so much Draco but it's not the same as how you love me-"
"Does it have to be?" Draco asked. "Harry, you're everything to me," he breathed. "I love you too, I love you so much. And I'm in love with you. Does it have to be the same?"
Harry shook his head, "I don't know," he whispered. "I haven't the foggiest idea," he confessed. "It's never been enough in the past."
"What do you mean?"
"Before I understood my sexuality," he said. "I loved people before and I thought they loved me," he swallowed, "but I haven't been enough, haven't been right-"
"You're enough for me," Draco said, cupping Harry's cheek. "You're right for me. There's nothing wrong with you," he said gently. "I'm sorry that other people have made you feel like there is."
"Oh," he said faintly, equally wanting to brush him off and wanting Draco to give him more gentle reassurances.
"You don't have to believe me right away," Draco said. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm really rather gone on you," he chuckled self consciously.
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead into Draco's neck, "What if you change your mind?"
"I hear your concern," Draco said, hands soothing over Harry's back, "but what if I don't?"
Harry laughed softly, terrified of even letting himself imagine that as a possibility.
"What if you just let me love you? What if we just," he shrugged, jostling Harry's head, "let ourselves be happy?" he said like a question.
"I'm afraid," Harry confessed.
Draco nodded, wrapping him tighter in his arms, "me too. Terrified that you'll realize that I'm not worthy of your love. So afraid you'll wake up and realize that you don't actually love me."
"Draco," he said softly, pulling back to look at him, "that's not going to happen."
"I'm willing to try to trust you about that, if you're willing to try to trust me," he said with a shrug. "I really want this," he said, gesturing between the two of them, "I promise to be good to you," he added, voice soft and pleading.
"Draco," he whispered again, wanting, wanting, wanting. "Yes."
"Yeah?" he asked, grinning brightly at him.
He nodded, "yeah. Yes, if you're sure."
"Harry, there is nothing not to be sure about. I love you. You love me. We'll figure the rest out."
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written for the @flufftober prompt "Corn Maze"
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spoonmoment119 · 10 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/spoonmoment119/713726175082610688/here-me-out-au-where-the-trio-get-swapped-scar
Continued.
Grian as Mumbo: Local Architect. The embodiment of the word “soup spoon”. Dresses and speaks like a little Victorian Boy. Tries to fly, slams into a glass window.
Mumbo as Scar: Cringe-Fail Disney Villian. Tries to be evil, just does good instead. Like He tries to pollute the local lake with a special reagent, the water clears up of any pollution and the local flora thrives. He builds a giant mech and goes on a rampage but only destroys buildings that were going to be demolished and saves a lot of money as they no longer need to hire a demolition crew.
Scar as Grian: Just wears a cat onesie. Starts multiple wars. Wanted in 27 countries and 6 provinces. Is actually Jellie piloting a Scar shaped robot. Has done unspeakable things.
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fox-guardian · 8 months
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major if u ship Tim and Oliver does this mean their beloved children Poundcake and Mori have met. this is so fucking important
i have fantastic news
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[ID: A monochrome comic on a pink background of Poundcake the pit bull and Mori the black cat. In the first two panels, Poundcake is drawn with more detail, while Mori is more of a vageuly cat-shaped blob with a face, and the final panel shows them with similar levels of higher detail. Poundcake and Mori are near each other, Poundcake standing and leaning close with big shiny eyes, and Mori hunched down in nervousness. Tim and Oliver speak off-screen.
Tim: Be sweet, pup-cake~ Oliver: Aw, Mori, it's okay!
Then Mori proceeds to bap Poundcake on the face with his paw, wrinkling her forehead, to which she does not react.
Tim: Oop- Oliver: Oh dear
Later, Poundcake is laying her head down and smiling as Mori gently holds her still with one paw as he grooms her just under her ear, purring.
Tim and Oliver: AWWWW
end ID]
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carlyraejepsans · 1 year
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do you know about the hidden dialogue that pops up with rudy when you talk to him after the mini cutscene with sans and toriel and asgore? the one about rudy saying that he'll "kick that store guy's bony little ass?"
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I only just learnt about it now hahaha
you ask me if i know about this when one of the first (unfinished) comics i ever drew when i got into deltarune was literally a scene where asgore reluctantly wheels rudy into sans' shop in a wheelchair so he can "intimidate him. i gotta support my main guy, right?" except it devolves into a pun off and while trying to mock him he accidentally flirts with him instead.
anyway i should finish that one day. thanks for reminding me
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canisalbus · 3 months
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ohhhhh mtg god i just realized. machete and vasco are the color of milk and honey
Codename Milk and Honey
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reanimationstation · 10 months
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HI I READ THE BATIM BOOKS IN ONE DAY SO YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW NORMAL IVE BEEN SINCE THEN
i wanted to redraw this scene from DCTL the second i read it, both because sAMMY DID YOU TRY TO FIGHT THOMAS CONNOR, and the fact that Tom was repeatedly described across books as Big and Strong and built like a wall made me absolutely need to see him next to my below-average-height-for-Sams Sammy.
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moe-broey · 10 months
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Technically this is the second part to something else but I feel bad the og sketch still gets notes every now and again LMFAOO so as I'm in between projects. I have some ideas for Alcryst Forging Bonds whenever he's added to FEH 👁️👁️
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originalartblog · 6 months
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Do the Minizai's and Dazai's No Longer Human nullify each other?
Might be funny, Chuuya would make Dazai levitate when he's annoying him
I'm not arguing with the funny part (actually Chuuya might be able to pull something like that even with NLH there, depending on how Dazai's ability actually interacts with it), but if they nullified each other they would no longer be nullifying each other. We would have a paradox on our hands. That would mean a singularity... or maybe nothing happens.
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Singularities are rare. Most of the time, one ability will win over the other. Sometimes, nothing will happen. Hirotsu's Falling Camellia, to push back anything he touches, can beat Chuuya and Verlaine's abilities. It's not a singularity.
Not all singularities are earth-shattering. Oda and Gide's let them have an entire conversation in a fraction of a second. According to BEAST, Akutgawa and Atsushi's black claws combo is a singularity.
Dazai is living his life every day seemingly free of singularities, unafraid of contact with his own skin. Even if touching another nullifier would indeed create a paradox, my tinies are fantastical little creatures that are a sort of extension of the big ones, so my answer is a big "nothing different happens"
Now, on another note, to keep things fun we also have these:
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It's still very possible for Dazai's ability to create a singularity, like anyone else, provided it's put in the right context. With BEAST, it's that their world exists inside of an ability (paradox); in Dead Apple, the abilities were separated from their hosts, so the conditions were special.
For my part, unless I have a plot point centred around said potential singularity, I'm not gonna touch those. Everyone else, go wild. I'm not even sure I've ever read a fanfic that was playing with singularities, that's a still brand new sandbox to play in. And singularities have been a known thing since Dark Era!
Everyone go come up a singularity right now. We have time to make up for.
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bethanydelleman · 3 months
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My latest post on Always Austen:
This question comes up a shocking amount on Facebook and in the JAFF community and many, many people deny that it is true. The facts are right there in the book!
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