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willowsgrl · 3 months
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I have a dirty thought for Eddie with nonverbal!reader
Like maybe they're at a hang out with friends and she's not too familiar with anyone there except a few and she gets "chatting" with Eddie for a while. Meaning he's telling her goofy, adorable jokes and stories about their mutual friend and she's replying in big smiles, soft giggles and the occasional note. They sit closer as time goes on and he ends up sat with an arm around the back of her seat. Someone near them makes a comment about Eddie having big hands and she takes the distraction to write him a note that she slips into his hand reading 'wow your hands are big. Are they big enough to hold both my wrists?' and he gets all blushy and smirks down at her. He doesn't reply, but he shoved the note in his pocket while leaving a soft peck on her forehead which their friends are a little suspicious of but they don't say anything. When they finally get up to leave, Eddie gives her a hug goodbye but while no one is looking, slips his hands down her arms and guides them to behind her back where he takes hold of both her wrists in his hand, and slips his own note back into her hand. He kisses her cheek, then the corner of her mouth softly before walking away like nothing happened and the more has his address and number in case she wanted to reach him again. 💛
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dysco-lymonade · 4 months
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I’m at work and I just had to kick a drunk girl out of a movie.
She was amazed at how nice I was being. She told me she loved me a minimum of four times, asked me what time I got off work, and said she would be thinking about me all night.
She was here with her boyfriend.
Question is. Do I fic it? 🤔
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qixjone · 1 year
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just imagine the foxes as ghost files.
like:
- andrew fighting the ghosts like shane in the devil baby id the hull house museum
- neil insulting ghosts and how they died
- nicky screaming every couple of minutes at every sound
- allison showing up in full glam and running around the house in her heels yelling at the ghosts to get out of her way
- dan trying to calm everyone down but being scared out of her mind
- matt making popcorn like ryan in the haunting of hobo hill house
- kevin shaking in the corner with a stolen bottle of vodka
- aaron coming up with a plausible reason for every sound but lying to nicky to freak him out more
- renee trying to learn abt the history of the house and stop everyone from having a breakdown while also nocking on random doors when no ones looking to freak everyone out
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rubys-forest · 2 days
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artist who's only drawn snatcher attempts to draw stan
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“Thank you, for staying.”
She looks at him curiously after he says it. It seems out of the blue, random. She’s not surprised that he’s brought it up — she’s been expecting the conversation, ever since Tex’s shoulders started to hunch and a furrow appeared in his brow whenever she held little Yorak.
…Fine.
Little Keith.
Honestly, she expected this conversation to happen sometime in the dead of night, when neither of them could sleep and worries preyed on their minds. Not when she and Keith were playing in the mud.
“I didn’t think the choice would be as easy as it was,” she confesses, flicking a glob of mud at Keith’s chubby little cheeks. He giggles, throwing a glob back at her with his meaty little toddler hands. The sound makes both her and Tex smile.
“…Was it easy? It didn’t look easy. You looked troubled, for a long time.”
Krolia hums, taking her time to form an answer. Tex is right, she wasn’t being quite truthful. It was a difficult decision to make, with a lot of consequences she will live with for the rest of her life. Namely the fate of the universe. She has the Blue Lion’s location. She — and Tex — are the sole protectors of it, now. The responsibility they hold is enormous. Because she stayed, she has no support. Should she fail, the universe will die.
“I never intended to stay on Earth.”
Tex nods. “I know. You had a mission.”
“You were a very interesting distraction to that mission,” Krolia says with a smirk.
“Don’t I know it, sugar,” he says with an equally wolfish grin. “I had fun distractin’ you, that’s for damn certain.”
Krolia laughs, shaking her head at his wink. Keith laughs, too just because they’re laughing — he’s such a joyful child. Krolia loves him so much. She drags him towards her by the ankle, smothering him with muddy kisses the second he’s close enough. He babbles at her very seriously in response, putting his dirty hands on either side of her face and looking directly in her eyes. Krolia nods along dutifully to all his baby-speak, because she’s sure he’s telling her something very important.
Suddenly, a lump starts to form in her throat. She looks at this beautiful baby who looks just like Tex in every way but has her eyes, big and purple and inhuman, who babbles happily to her every day and reaches for her when he cries. It hits her, right then and there, all of a sudden, that she almost left this baby behind. She almost abandoned him. Her son. Her child.
“Shh, Mama, shhh,” baby Keith coos, patting her on the head, and it’s then that Krolia realises she’s crying.
“I couldn’t leave him behind,” she whispers. Her bottom lip trembles as a sob builds in her throat. “I have a duty. To him and to the universe. To protect him, and all little children like him, from that — from that monster. But I can’t —” she chokes on a sob, and cradles Keith to her chest. He goes willingly, still trying to soothe her. “He’s my baby, Tex.”
Her husband’s big arm wraps around her shoulders, and he pulls her into his side, despite all the mud.
“I know, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to her hair. “I know. I know. It’s okay.”
She holds her family, the little family that she built with her own two hands, and cries, but not because she’s guilty. She’s relieved. As hard of a choice it was, she knows she made the right one. She thinks of her son and her husband and their tiny house. She thinks of playing with Keith in the mud and kissing Tex on quiet mornings, and she knows that she will not screw this up. Not for anything in the world — she will protect her family until her dying breath.
And for that, she is grateful.
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munsonology · 3 months
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Biker!Eddie taking Nunny to her first biker rally. It’s three months into her exile from the church, he thinks she needs some excitement. They ride into the rally (late because he had to have her seeing how good she looked in leather) and all eyes are on them. The crowd parts for Eddie, and Nunny realizes he’s like Moses to them.
“Do they know—that you’re—?”
“No, and no they don’t know the club is either.”
She holds on to him tight, still uncomfortable on the back of his Harley. The only eyes on her she liked were God’s…and now Eddie’s. Preferably Eddie’s.
Eddie parks his bike, swinging his leg over then helping Nunny. He unclips her helmet and hangs it on the handlebar.
“Munson!”
Eddie turned his head at the call. He rubs his fingers along Nunny’s arm. “Hey, I’m going to make the rounds. Do you want to come with?”
“No it’s ok. Go mingle. I’ll be fine.”
“You sure, baby?”
“Positive! Go have fun, I have to figure out how to be on my own in these spaces. Might as well start now.”
Eddie grabs at her waist pulling her in. He kisses her gently, a quick tap to her ass in her skirt. “Go,” she laughs.
“I won’t be long.”
Watching this leather coated body retreat to the burly crowd of men, Nunny wanders around the parking lot to the women. Clad in various getups of leather, lace, and whatever leftover scrapes of the two, she admired the bodies she once thought of as sinful. They were beautiful. Confident. All shapes, luscious shapes. Now she was one of them.
She’d never felt more like a fish out of water.
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Debating making an ocgram
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secretlytranced · 11 months
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Been looking at "Maid" brainwashing files... should I turn myself into a mindless cleaning fuckbot?
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emomoth21 · 1 year
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Thinking about drawing jayvik but Viktor is wearing an “I’m with stupid” shirt and Jayce is wearing an “I’m stupid” shirt
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exocynraku · 11 months
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debating whether or not i want to keep lining markings.... not lining them in the family trees has changed me.... ougggh...
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toastbuster-nk · 2 years
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Ok, but why can I see Eddie moonwalking away from an uncomfortable situation Nick Miller style?
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fella-lovin-fella · 3 months
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debating a wake and bake to give me motivation to knock out some chores im dreading and to celebrate the new year
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fuck-me-you-coward · 8 months
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I just ate i'm not hungry anymore but I wanna eat until its painful so bad
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hyuuukais · 2 months
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what if i actually lacked self control again and uploaded apt 143 early
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grimkxtten · 9 months
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Should I drink wine and play The Sims later?
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carmen-caught-em · 4 months
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OOC QUESTION
i do have a genuine Pokémon oc, which is more lore based. do i make a pokeblog for them? and do i make Carmen interact them? bc Carmen is deadass a pokesona and less of an oc. here’s a poll bc i like polls
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