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keo6232 · 10 months
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Omega: I want to play a solo too. Alpha has all the solos and he gets all the attention :(
Terzo: Okay, you'll play the solo in Year Zero, is that okay? Oh, and for extra attention, I'll be grabbing your butt
Omega: Sounds awesome, thank you Papa- wait, you're going to what??
Terzo: You heard me, big boy
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chatter-crow · 7 months
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I have this headcanon that Wild is just incredibly flexible, and the chain only finds out when they’ve bent themselves into a pretzel one morning.
Wild: literally bent in half
The Entire Chain: What the f u c k.
And Twilight knows and is just sitting somewhere, going ‘oh,this is normal.’
My reasoning for this you ask? Well, Wild can do entire BACKFLIPS fresh out of the shrine, which indicated at some point they must have done some sort of flexibility exercises pre-calamity. Now they can just… bend? And yes, they use this far too often to scare the everloving shit out of anyone they can find.
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c-e-d-dreamer · 10 months
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A/N: Listen, was I meant to spend the evening finally finishing my Elucien Week fic? Yes. Yes, I was. Did I instead spend it writing this 1k drabble to prove a point? Yes. Yes, I did. This fic is dedicated to @moodymelanist, @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk, and @talkfantasytome who agree with me, but it is especially dedicated to @dustjacketmusings because THIS is the correct take. Thank you and goodnight 😌
Nesta sighs softly as the tips of Cassian’s fingers skirt down her arm and then back up again. She practically melts against him, curling tighter into his side. She shoves her toes deeper beneath his thigh, leaching as much warmth as she can, and she can practically feel Cassian’s chuckle as it rumbles through his chest. His hair tickles her cheek as he turns his head, and she doesn’t even bother biting back her smile when she feels him press a kiss to her forehead.
“Comfy, sweetheart?”
Nesta hums her assent, earning another soft laugh from Cassian. She keeps her eyes on the television screen, on the movie playing there. She tries to pay attention to the characters, the dialogue they’re speaking, but already, she feels so relaxed, so comfortable. She can feel every muscle unwind, her eyes starting to flutter, but she’s determined, holding out until the end credits start to roll.
Cassian grabs the remote and turns off the television, the screen fading to black with a soft click. Nesta tosses the blanket off her legs and stands up, stretching her arms high above her head until she feels that satisfying pull in her back. Cassian’s hands settle on her hips, sliding around her waist and tugging her back into him.
“Don’t,” Cassian whispers, burying his face against her neck.
Nesta snorts softly, even as she presses back against him. “I didn’t even do anything.”
“But I know what you’re going to say, that you need to go home.”
“I do. It’s late.”
“Stay.” Nesta doesn’t say anything, her bottom lip finding home between her teeth, but that just seems to encourage Cassian more, his arms tightening around her. “Stay, Nes.” At her continued silence, she can feel his smile against her skin. “Neither of us have work in the morning. I can give you something to sleep in. So stay.”
Nesta turns around in his arms, using all her willpower to keep her face neutral. “I usually like to shower before bed.”
“I know it might sound crazy, but my apartment does in fact have one of those.”
“I hate you.”
Cassian’s hands reach up and frame her face. “No, you don’t. Besides, I’ll make us breakfast in the morning.”
Nesta hums, pretending to think about it. “French toast?”
“You drive a hard bargain, but it’s a deal.”
Nesta smiles and presses up onto her toes, sealing their deal with a kiss. It’s sweet, a simple press of lips as they both smile into it, but happiness takes root between Nesta’s ribs and leaves butterflies fluttering in her chest.
When they pull apart, Cassian leads the way down the hall and to his bedroom. He roots around in his drawer until he produces a soft looking, oversized tee. He steps back over to Nesta, holding it out for her to take.
“Towels are in the closet in the hall, and you know where the bathroom is.” With a nod, Nesta tries to take the shirt from his hands, but Cassian holds firm, using their shared grip to pull Nesta close again and steal another kiss. When he pulls away, that infuriating smirk of his takes over his face, his voice dipping low and suggestive as he says, “let me know if you need any help.”
Nesta rolls her eyes fondly, but she takes the shirt finally and steps out of his bedroom. She finds the closet Cassian mentioned and tugs the door open. She’s surprised to find so much on the shelves inside. Wash cloths. Small towels that seem to have buttons on them. She spies a neat stack of regular towels and grabs one, heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
She sets the towel and Cassian’s shirt aside. She reaches into the shower and turns the knob, letting the water warm up while she peels her own clothes off and neatly folds them. When steam starts to fill the bathroom, she yanks back the shower curtain, but she pauses before she steps inside. She has to blink a few times, making sure what she’s seeing isn’t some trick of her imagination. For a moment, she feels like she’s suddenly transported to Elain and Lucien’s home.
Lined neatly along the shelves in the shower are bottles. Multiple bottles. A large, bright green bottle labeled sulfate free shampoo. A small, pink bottle next to it labeled co-wash shampoo. Deep conditioner. Leave-in conditioner. A small jar of hair mask.
Nesta has certainly always appreciated Cassian’s hair. The way those curls look so gorgeous when they hang around his face and shoulders. The way the strands feel so soft when she runs her fingers through them. She supposes she should have known his luscious hair wasn’t all natural and took some work. Should have known he’d take his haircare routine so seriously.
She has to bite her lip around a laugh, but she finally steps into the shower and under the spray. The heat of the water against her shoulders pulls a sigh from her lips and she tips her head back, letting the water soak her hair. She eyes the different hair supplies Cassian has before deciding to grab the sulfate free shampoo and work that through her hair. She uses some of the deep conditioner next, surprised at how soft her hair already feels when she rinses it out.
Nesta shuts off the shower and steps out, wrapping the towel around her and squeezing out the excess water from her hair. She pulls open Cassian’s medicine cabinet in hopes of finding a comb and is greeted with the sight of even more hair products. Creams, mousse, and gels. She shakes her head fondly and grabs the comb stored in there beside the various products, carefully running it through her wet hair.
She tugs Cassian’s shirt over her head, the fabric soft where it hangs off her and smelling just like Cassian’s cologne. She takes a moment to savor the feeling of it before grabbing the towel again, bending forward and rubbing her hair through it before wrapping the towel around her head. She straightens back up and adjusts the towel slightly so it doesn’t fall.
She decides to leave her clothes for the morning, padding back down the hall and into Cassian’s bedroom. He’s already lounging on his bed, stripped down to just a pair of boxers and casually scrolling through his phone. He looks up with a smile when Nesta steps inside, but then his eyes widen, that smile slowly slipping away. He almost looks… horrified.
“What?” Nesta asks, tilting her head in confusion and tugging almost nervously at the hem of the shirt she’s wearing.
“Did you use a normal towel on your hair?”
“What.”
“Didn’t you see the hair towels in the closet?” Cassian asks, setting his phone down on the bedside table and clambering off the bed.
“What are you talking about?” Nesta shoots back, feeling almost bewildered as Cassian steps around her and into the hall.
“Your hair is going to get frizzy if you use a normal towel like that,” Cassian calls out, and Nesta can hear rustling before he steps back into view, one of the smaller towels with a button on it in his hands. “These are microfiber. These are what you want.”
Without another word, Cassian pulls the towel off Nesta’s head, tossing it toward the hamper near his dresser. He guides Nesta to bend forward so that all her hair hangs down then carefully wraps the microfiber hair towel until all the strands are gathered and tucked inside. When Nesta stands back up, his hands work with practiced ease, securing the towel with the button at the front.
“See?” Cassian asks, his hands sliding from Nesta’s head down to her shoulders. “Much better, right?”
“You’re crazy,” Nesta tells him, but there’s no hiding the fondness from her tone, no stopping the smile that tugs up her lips.
“You love me anyways.”
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adragonthatwrites · 4 months
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So I've been thinking about BingQiQiu; aka Yue Qingyuan thrown into Bingqiu. Usually because Shen Yuan and Jiu are, cohabiting, so to speak. Which is a cool idea, and I've read some very neat fics exploring both the idea and the ship (very good btw I recommend, specifically our story's just begun by aishiteru on AO3. Liu Qingge's there too it's great!)
Anyway, so here's the thing about that: I find the concept a little bit hilarious, because I realized that if Bingge were to ever pull up into that reality and try anything, he would get his shit ROCKED.
Like listen; in the original PIDW Luo Binghe never really defeated Yue Qingyuan. He had to resort to dirty play and carefully laid traps to take him down, and never crossed swords with him, because Yua Qingyuan never ONCE drew his sword in the original. Not ONCE did Luo Binghe go sword to sword with Yue Qingyuan, and even THEN he still needed to rely on a trap to kill him.
So with that in mind, you can't tell me that Bingge would stand a single chance against both his alternate self (thus canceling out his protagonist halo) AND Yue Qingyuan.
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yesthefandomfreakblr · 3 months
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Ripred would absolutely and HAS absolutely said “Viva la revolution”
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made-by-moon · 5 months
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WOLFSTAR SHARING CLOTHES:
☆ Remus is taller than Sirius, not extremely but enough to not fit into Siri's pants, so they're off limit
☆ however, he can still fit into some of Sirius' band shirts and he uses this opportunity to its limits
☆ they're really tight on him and Sirius loves it.
☆ Sirius always takes Remus' jumpers, usually when they're not going out and have their daily cuddle sessions
☆ Remus loves it cause since they're baggy on him, they're extremely oversized on Pads, making him look adorable
☆ since Sirius changed his jewelry to werevolf friendly type, they often share it, especially rings
☆ he flipped out when he saw Rem wearing his leather choker
☆ they can't share boots due to size difference but they doodle on each other's shoes with removable markers (usually stars and heart, but sometimes messages)
☆ once Sirius wrote on Remus' converse "Sirius Black's property"
☆ Moony didn't notice until Lily pointed it out
☆ he was super embarrassed but also somehow even more in love with Pads after that
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They just love each other so much and wearing the other one's clothes brings them comfort. It's also a subtle/obvious statement about their relationship, very visible to ones who know them, that they're not ashamed of their love.
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kskssu · 11 months
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if you think i'm crying you're absolutely right
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alexandersimpleton · 10 months
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*though tears* Deja vu! I've just been in this place before!
- Frederick probably
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drpepper280 · 18 days
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A thought
Many would assume that fae and demons would be allies, since they both share similar goals of manipulating, tricking, and making very one sided deals with humans. However, they are actually more like competing predators; two very different species occupying the same environmental niche and in a constant struggle for the same resource. That being mortal souls.
Demons and fae are natural enemies, not in a good vs evil way, but in a much more real and grounded wa. They both want control over mortals, and neither group is willing to concede to or cooperate with the other, and we should be glad of that, for if they were to put aside these differences and work together humanity would be, for lack of a better word, fucked.
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wingsmadeforflying · 7 months
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I am very much a Jeggie/Sun x Star shipper, but I see the appeal of Bartylus (Starkiller????) and I think it's valid. Just two very different types. Of ships. Jeggie feels more of a saving grace, "I don't need help, fuck you" x "But that's what I do, you can't get rid of me" vibes. Not exactly, not all the time, but. And then Bartylus gives. Insanity- Just insanity. 'cause Regulus is already insane. He's already unstable. Pair him with Barty Crouch Jr?? All hell breaks loose, it's them against the world. They'd loose their minds together to cope, release their anger and tension on each other. Comfort each other in weird ways that only work between them. The two ships are special in their own ways.
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magicveiled · 2 months
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BG3 tik tok is so fucking naturally hilarious i 😂
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glambots · 4 months
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If you still don’t know where to find Jack-O-Moon, they’re in both the Foxy dark ride on secret routes you can access by shooting the Helpy-s (or Helpi-s). You can also find them in the carousel hard mode!! Btw I love this lil guy and I wanna know if you’ll include them in as an option here when you open up requests again
Helpy just absolutely gets put through the fucking wringer in this game. Also I would Love for the chance to write for Jack-O-Moon. (Okay, but. Since there's also a Sun version, would Jack-O-Sun also be an option??)
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azz-modeus · 10 months
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I’m a slow artist so for now I give you a little Jason Todd work in progress that I’m hoping for the life of me turns out good. Something I discovered about myself today is that I cannot draw cars.
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honey-teardrops · 5 months
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Do you think that they explored each others bodies while in the games because we don’t know how long the two been there for but it was probably a good long while so I have a feeling that they explored, a lot actually.
Like something in my brain convinces that they definitely would fuck each other but that’s unfortunately my batshit stupid theory and my headcanons of them being sapphic are getting in the way
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lumiellle · 8 months
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❥ Fic: Divine Knowledge From Your Lips
Pairing: Alhaitham/Kaveh
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Academic Debate as Foreplay, Established Relationship, Handjobs, Frottage, Alhaitham is Whipped, They Are Both Nerds, Fluff and Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Sort Of, Non-Penetrative Sex, Dialogue Heavy
Summary:
Let me ask you, then,” Alhaitham said, wiping his hands on a handkerchief. “Why do the old Sumerian literary classics concern you, who is neither a scholar of linguistics nor involved in any business revolving around literature? I can’t help but wonder why you would choose to pick a fight with me about a topic I have spent many hours studying when you have not.” Kaveh huffed out a breath of air. “It’s really quite simple. An aptitude for linguistics doesn’t translate seamlessly to an adequate understanding of literature, as much as you make it seem like it does. Literature is not just words on a page to be analyzed in a sterile environment. Literature is art. Unlike you, I have an eye for the details, a sense for romance, and there is quite a bit of that buried in the old scrolls that you Haravatat types like to overlook.” Alhaitham felt his lips pull into a smile. “Go on then. Give me one example.”
During Alhaitham and Kaveh’s shared lunchbreak, an academic debate goes a little overboard.
Read on AO3 here ♡
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