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malereadermaniac · 1 year

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Snoring ~ Your Crush x Male Reader

You snore and (y/c) just has to deal with it

It's late at night

You're in bed, spooning with (y/c), his arms around you, your bare back fitting withing his naked chest like a jigsaw puzzle

You're sound asleep, but unfortunately for (y/c) he isn't and can't get to sleep because of your sweet yet loud snoring

Removing his arm from around your waist, (y/c) lightly shakes you awake

"(Y/n)... (Y/n)..."

"...huh? What happened?" You ask, half asleep, turning around slightly to look at your boyfriends wide awake stare.

"Sorry to wake you, I can't sleep cause of your snoring, haha..." he says apologetically, knowing you can't really help it

"Oh... sorry, I'll try to wait until you're asleep" you say with a lazy smile, your messy bed hair making (y/c) chuckle as he put his arm back around your waist and closed his eyes

As more time passed, (y/c) started to drift off, however not before you did...

*RUMBLE*

"(Y/n)... (Y/n)...!" He wakes you again... and again when you start snoring after the second time (y/c) woke you up

"Y'know, (y/c) waking me up won't stop me snoring! I'll just go sleep on the couch if it's disturbing you so much." You say tiredly as you get pissed off at your boyfriend

"(Y/n) wait.." He starts, but you leave the room before (y/c) could finish the sentence

As you settle on the comfy couch, big blanket over you and two pillows keeping you comfortable, (y/c) was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep

He was uncomfortable just thinking that you were mad at him

"God... that over dramatic idiot" (y/c) says as he gets out of bed, puts the matching slippers he has with you on and heads downstairs

He looks at you sleeping, top half naked, arms above your head and your mouth wide open - snoring the living room down

But even though you looked silly, to (y/c) you couldn't look cuter, how could he not find you strangley endearing

After admiring you a little, (y/c) places his arms underneath you and lifts you up into his arns bridal style, waking you up in the process

"...(y/c)! What're you doing..?!" You shout, scared after waking up in the air

"Getting you back to bed, petty little shit" He laughs as you wrap your arms around his neck, his (h/c) hair tickling your face and you lay your head on his shoulder

"Petty? Maybe you shouldn't wake me up over something I can't control...." you mumble into your boyfriend's neck

"Haha... yeah, I'm sorry, babe" (y/c) whispers in your ear.

You two get back into bed, (y/c) laying on the bed and you laying on his bare chest - his (muscular/soft) pecks feeling just like pillows

With (y/c)'s arms around you, you fell asleep within seconds, he just had to deal with your cute yet annoying snoring <3

#gay #male reader #fluff #cute gay #crush x reader #mlm love #imagine #oneshot #crush x male reader #male reader fluff

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paperpocalypse · 2 years

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case 254.

50 Cliché Tropes and Prompts: 1. There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader Word Count: 1,591 words Warnings: Swearing, violence

You are, by all accounts, married to your work.

And you are a loyal lover. The briefcase is your certificate, the bullets your vows. You keep them close wherever you go. Twenty-four years in the Commission is nothing to sneeze at, and you have never – not once – been unfaithful.

… Not in action, at least. Recent thoughts of retirement have begun tempting you to the point of an emotional affair.

(You’d get married, maybe. To a person, not a job. Live in a one-story home with a pond in the backyard and not too far from the nearest Walmart, adopt a little dog that you and your spouse spoil to bits. You’d die peacefully in your sleep instead of bleeding out in an alleyway somewhere.)

“Shit.”

Coughing, you spit and wipe your mouth with the cuff of your sleeve. Damn Arnie made you bite your own tongue.

“The police will be here any minute!” he yells through the walls, and something clatters to the ground. “You can’t make me go back!”

“I’m not making you go back, Arn,” you call back, exasperated. “I got an order to kill you.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

You chuckle and stumble back to your feet.

Arnold had been a loyal employee of the Temps Commission for twenty years. He specializes in 18th century weaponry, his kill count is in the hundreds, and he relies on cigarettes in the same way you rely on coffee. He is also a friend of yours – or the closest thing a Temps assassin can have to a friend – and that’s probably why the Board sent you to kill him.

They had given you two days. You had promised one.

It’s been three.

“You shouldn’t have tried to sell your briefcase to the military, Arnie!”

Arnie doesn’t reply. The squeal and slam of a door grates on your ears, and you swear aloud, rushing to the bathroom.

You break the door open and don’t hesitate to fire in quick succession, just barely missing a shoe slipping from the windowsill.

Clicking your tongue, you pause.

“Dammit.”

Something small and cylindrical is lobbed through the window, bouncing and rolling to a stop at your feet.

“Dammit!”

You book it out of the bathroom, rounding a corner and diving to the ground just as the grenade explodes. The floor shivers. You cover your ears and hold your breath.

If people had ignored the ruckus beforehand, they certainly can’t now.

Panting, you scrape yourself off the floor, reaching back to pull your Glock out and heading back to the bathroom. “Son of a bitch …”

Smoke and burst pipes and rubble are all that remains of the bathroom. Your heart drops to your stomach when you recognize the guts of your Commission briefcase among the rubble. This has got to be the second-worst fumble of your career; you should’ve thrown the briefcase out first and then run out. Your rifle is a lost cause too.

Shaking your head, you approach the gaping hole in the wall and slowly clamber down the side of the building. Arnold couldn’t have gotten far, not with a concussion and the bullet in his leg. Thank goodness. You don’t have as much stamina for high-speed chases as you used to.

The same moment that you land on a patch of broken bricks and dirt, the sound of a gunshot resonates behind you.

You immediately whip around, firing a shot into Case 254’s head before you can even register that his back had been facing you.

Arnold collapses, dead, onto the ground a few meters away from you. Your lips part. You quickly look back up and keep your gun poised.

A man points his rifle back at you.

“Got him before you did,” he tells you, voice low and gruff.

There’s a briefcase at his feet.

“Did the Board think I couldn’t handle this one?” you ask, aiming between the man’s eyes. You like the way he speaks, even though it pisses you off. He’s confident. “Or do they think I defected too?”

“Did you?” he challenges.

Not in ways they can punish. “If I did, Arnie wouldn’t have tried to blow me up with an MK3.”

“… Humph.”

Sirens are getting ever louder. The two of you lower your weapons; you’re no longer wary of this fellow assassin, but the glare he’s fixing you with makes you want to rile him up.

“Tell me your name, hotshot,” you say, walking over to Arnold and rummaging through his clothes.

He grunts sourly. “Why would I tell you anything?”

“To make conversation.” You find some loose change and a coupon for a tanning salon – alright – but what you’re really interested in is the copy of the briefcase’s blueprints. You pocket everything. “It stimulates the mind. I think you might need that in your old age.”

When you face the man fully again, he rolls his eyes.

Then he literally disappears into thin air.

You blink. The dots connect as quickly as the flaring lights of police cars shine around the corners of the building, and a frenzied laugh escapes your lips.

“What a gentleman.”

Guess the rumors were right – the Commission’s new darling, Five, is a genius as well as an asshole.

On the other side of the apartment complex, the detective tells officers to surround the building. You quickly put your gun away and take off before they reach the back.

“I heard someone running! Over here!”

You run until you reach a chain-link fence, locating a spot where the mesh had peeled away from the post and slipping through with gritted teeth. The air inside your mask weighs on your skin, hot and thick from your heavy breathing. Your feet already hurt. You should’ve invested in those gel insoles Arnold told you about before he decided to defect.

“Stop! This is the police!”

You hold back a groan. You’re getting too old for this shit.

But you keep going anyways. You keep running, turn a corner and cut through back alleys, knock out the few people you pass who are unlucky enough to be out at two in the morning. And for some reason, they keep pursuing you, getting closer and closer –

You hear something like a muffled pop of air. A hand grips your arm and drags you into an alley.

You scramble for your Glock, but as soon as your fingers brush its handle, it disappears. Five pushes you down behind a dumpster and shoves a hand up your mask to cover your mouth. It takes everything in you to keep from gagging when you land on a trash bag way too wet-sounding for your liking.

“Quiet.”

You huff, tearing his hand away. Your arm is pinned against his sternum, your head much too close to his. His breathing is quiet, measured, and slow.

(He’s used to this. Used to running, used to hiding, just like you.)

Five runs warm. You like it in the same way that you like the way he speaks.

Footsteps hurry past your hiding place, then fade into the distance.

After waiting about ten more minutes, you let your head knock back against the wall. “Shit.” You chuckle. “I owe you one, Mr. Five.”

Five doesn’t acknowledge your gratitude. Instead, he pushes himself away from you and drops your Glock into your lap, then grabs his briefcase and stands up. Though you resent the loss of heat, you join him with a more appropriate amount of space between the two of you.

“I’ll take you back to headquarters,” Five states, sounding as if his teeth are about to be pulled.

“Thank you kindly,” you reply. “It must be my lucky day, getting my hide saved and escorted by the Commission’s rising star.”

“I’m sure.” His tone is dry.

Sirens wail as you tell him your name.

“I know,” Five mutters, unclipping the briefcase. “You were mentioned in the kill order for your pal back there.”

Ah. You nod, smiling a bit tightly, and put your hands on the briefcase as well. “Of course.”

A flash, and you’re both back in 1955, the sun too bright and the air too stale. You feel the beginnings of a headache.

“Still hate time travel after twenty plus years,” you comment, letting go. “Did using your powers have the same effect?”

Five regards you silently, lips pursed. “Hard to recall,” he finally says, snapping the briefcase shut.

“The lab’s developing some meds for the side effects. Apparently, they’re doing trial runs soon.”

“That so.”

“Yes.” You squint up at HQ, brush off your suit, and exhale loudly. “Anyway, I better get going. See you later, Mr. Five.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches. “Just Five is fine.”

“See you later, Five,” you emphasize with a grin. “Maybe we’ll be able to team up in the future.”

All he does is cast you an unimpressed glance before disappearing through one of his teleportation portal things.

You stare at the now empty space and sigh, putting your hands on your hips. Well, the apocalypse doesn’t exactly make one a good conversationalist. (Either that, or he finds you insufferable.)

As you stroll into the Commission building to turn in the briefcase blueprint and procure another briefcase, you think of your life so far. You think of your marriage to your work, of the sleepless honeymoon stage and the bitter taste of the past ten years. You think of that dark alley, of that moment of companionship, one-sided though it was.

And maybe you find yourself just a little more unfaithful.

#cliché tropes and prompts #source: bucky-plums-barnes #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy five #the umbrella academy #tua #five x reader #five imagine #tua fanfic #fanfic #reader insert #silververse #s3 coming out tomorrow babey !!#forgive me for the person i am about to become

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bellasbarginart · 3 months

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He got a little too baked but ARN HAS ENTERED REALITY

I’m sure he won’t too much damage, after all he’s only been here for 5 minu—

OH SHIT THERE HE GOES—

#cw knife #punch out #aran ryan #punch out wii #perler bead art #bella’s art #arn enters the room

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ravencromwell · 3 months

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Current Shades Of Magic question haunting me: was Maxim Maresh working a deal with the Danes to make something comparable to an Inheritor for Rhy? (And by "working", I mean: he thought he was being real savvy while the Danes lied through their teeth for years and kept the credulous arnesian king on a fish-hook while they figured out how to rip a hole through time and space.)We know Tieren flatly refused to help him make one, and that Makt is highly skilled in binding magic. And Maxim's entire White London dynamic, especially in Darker Shade, never made a bit of fucking sense to me. Take, as exhibit 1: "Holland delivered a letter yesterday," explained the king. "But couldn't stay to collect the response. I told him I would send it back with you. Kell frowned. "All is well, I hope," he said carefully. He rarely knew the contents of the royal messages he carried, but he could usually glean the tone—the correspondences with Grey London had devolved to mere formality, the cities having little in common, while the dialogue with White was constant and involved and left a furrow in the king's brow." In scrupulous fairness, Schwab does give us an explanation for the involved nature of the letters, saying that the Red Crown was haunted by its decision to seal the doors between Red and White; that they wanted to provide magical advice as a kind of recompense and reparations. But we're also provided a very plausible explanation for how Vitari helps Lila move through the worlds, which gets very undermined by Lila as Antari. And living in the midst of the most nakedly imperial power of our modern age, I'm incredulous at best and scoffingly dubious at worst. With some very! rare exceptions, large, prosperous countries give small struggling ones shit either to look good, or because they want something out of the exchange.

Was it being _haunted that made Maxim Maresh send twelve-year-old Kell into the middle of a very violent country? Or was it _knowing by that time that Rhy most likely wouldn't be manifesting any magic. Kell says to Vortalis that this will be the beginning of "re-opening relations". Which makes sense, seeing as Antari are a dying breed, and Arnes hasn't had one for a while and Makt for even longer. It's not Maxim's bad parenting in sending Kell to White so young that has my antennae raising, but the bad diplomacy. Maxim's Kell flaw, after all, is that he sees him more as a political and propaganda tool than a person. And he's letting him go to Makt at twelve? When Kell could die, and a large reason Faro and Vesk are in line right then is because they believe Kell is integral to Arnes strength. I don't believe Maxim Maresh, who had the political cool to immediately think of how Faro and Vesk would react and demand secrecy about Rhy's near-death in Conjuring while everyone else is in knots of grief and he must be pushing down his own feelings with herculean effort decided to resume communications to salve his conscience. It just doesn't fit with the rest of who he is as king.

But, as several people wonder when Tieren chastises Maxim over the Inheritor: what wouldn't a father do for his son? Put his other son in jeopardy, if he thought he could make an attractive enough offer to get a (probably) ruthless king of a ruthless people to make him something? It would certainly line up with what he does throughout the series.

Finally: Maxim is adamant that "The Danes will pay" before he learns they're dead. Except seriously? How, Maxim? You planning to send the Antari who they already used as a pawn back as a one man army? Because no one else is going through.

Maxim Maresh, for all his faults, is too good a soldier to send Kell into that battle. So, either he's just blowing off steam and the threat has no teeth, or the threat has vicious teeth. Because the Crown has been sending the Danes advice: maybe instructions on relatively—to Arnesian thinking—small elemental magics like minor water redirection that have become integral to Makt's irrigation under the Danes, or something else entirely. There are a million little ways the Crown could've been helping; the question is _why. Why, in Darker, did Maxim, a a busy man, concoct a thick response within a day and send his best weapon into a violent place _after _dark when it could have waited till morning. Feels to me like a man hurriedly running after something the Danes are always "close to finishing" and that he wants, very, very much.

#I mean. I understand that the Doylist reason is: we need Kell in WL so the Danes plot can happen #but Watsonian me is just like: nuh-uh. Maxim Maresh. who won't even let Kell travel! to a foreign elements game *ever* even though they're #the biggest symbol of inter-empire cooperation. is not sending Kell to White for *morals*#adsom #shades of magic #Maxim Maresh #White London #A Darker Shade of Magic

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a-memory-of-younger-days · 9 months

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I feel very silly asking, I just found your comic and it has been very engaging and good, but I feel kind of lost. Have you made stories with them before? Is there prerequisite things I need to have read? I wanna be able to fully appreciate your stuff.

No need to feel silly! There isn't anything that has to be read before this comic.

@unironicallycringe helped me with a tldr of what I've put under the cut but

Ok so maybe something like

this story's timeline is meant to be shown as disjointed at first because there are chracters that don't know about the events of OoT, and Timie (former Hero of Time named Link) doesn't want to tell them everything that happened because they want to move on from it, but they way they're trying to go about it (completly forgetting eveything and staying away from anyone that was involved) is very damaging to them, because they knew Arn during the events of oot

I got some ocs in this story because it's silly.

Everything under the cut is gonna be a slight word dump of trying to express myself

aLRIGHT I'm gonna put my whole ass out here for anyone else that reads this ask, if you're ever wondering the weird...perspective change between the prolouge and chapter 1 the prolouge is to explain that Link is a little monster creature now, and chapter 1 is okay, now yall are coming onto the bullshit ride but we're going through a guy that has no idea what's going on.

Because God dammit I am not just gonna do a retelling of OoT I've changed some stuff not the biggest stuff but little things.

I don't want to throw all my cards out on the table for the story because by all means it's Timie (who is Link) slowly being forced to confront the memories of OoT and are forced to make peace with them and that things are just different now and that's OKAY.

so everything is a bit fragmentary because Timie isnt the main pov and two refuses to tell anyone what happened anymore because theyve TRIED to do that to varying results like.....say ruining a little potion girl's life because you were doing your job and now she feels like an idiot and hates your guts.

And Timie is one person in a big web of things happening, and it's why I had chapter 1 start with Arn because I wanted eveyone to get to understand that he's a person who is alive in the world and has his own routine and wants and who is about to get tangled up in the destiny thread all because mf had to interact with the former hero of time. And that he doesn't know everything that has happened, just like the reader.

I hope this is a good explanation, basically if it's confusing it's cuz I'm only three chapters deep and the story is fragmentary on purpose.

if anything that big timie getting hugged and it feeling like it's a climax to stuff and an emotional high point for the reader its not....its just for timie, it's for them to start coming out of their shell and for everything to really start kicking off their chracter arc or some shit, they just needed to stop being a little sour baby.

#asks

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erporo · 2 months

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since ye like naran as much as me, do u have any headcanons to share? or thoughts >:3 just if u wanna ofc

think i do have some stuff bolt! pretty sure i won't bring anything new to the table tho

So:

they're a bi4bi couple to me, both with varying levels of preference for men

& they're very much dating.

it's kinda funny? how they started dating like fr tho:

so the one who started the whole thing was arn.

dude just kinda noticed this sassy dud one day. just training. he.. didn't think much of him tho the first time (bcs demiromantic aran is v real in my mind)

he decided to approach him one day tho. just for the fuck of it & stuff yk? and that, man- that. that kinda changed everything.

i like to think that, at first, when they were only getting to know each other, narcis actually hated aran. he thought (he thought he wasn't the only one to think that btw) the older dude was inferior to him bcs. reasons (both familial and historical (if u know what i mean :/))

his smell was something else asw: dude reeked of sweat & booze (who knew these would be just the things that'd turn him on later tho <- WHO SAID THAT)

dude was a little hella posh 18-19 yo chap tho, what else would you expect yk

so dude was constantly avoiding aran, poor dude had to literally run after the younger fella for days. combine that with constant? returns home (since i imagine aran being a v homely man).. yeah, you get hella fun months (/gen btw)

until one day, after seeing the younger man yet again (& some stuff that followed).. aran just went forward and pinned him to a wall & told him everything. straight-up. that he actually may be a fun dude to be around and that he actually wants to do exactly that n stuff like that

narcis was shocked (& kinda flattered): not bcs of the whole situation he currently found himself in, but because of what aran told him

and that's where, a few weeks later (narcis had to kinda digest what aran told him yk?).. the entire story officially started methinks

so that's where they've started spending way more time together, doing rly dumb shit at times: like remember that 1 or 2yo drawing smb did of aran (wearing a KILN!! the look ever for aran btw) & narcis just rolling around in skates, drawing graffitis? that's exactly the kind of shit they'd do on like saturdays or smth

(if smb has the link to the post with the drawing btw, feel free to leave it in the comments- that drawing's the best, i still think about it occasionally, would love to rb it)

also. THIS. u r so real for this bolt.

i also just had this dumb idea of arn trying to teach narcis how to dance an irish jig, but all narcis is doing is failinG. so there's THAT LMAOOO

here's another adorable thing tho: they eventually start sharing some clothes (like tees, aprons??),

& narcis would eventually start to genuinely like what ireland's culture got in store bcs of aran, just like aran would start to genuinely like what britain's got in store:

like rly. take a moment and imagine narcis in a bit oversized aran sweater for example. ADORABLE STUFF.

Or Narcis listening to some Dropkick Murphys or smtn & Aran listening to some brit-pop, like Blur & Oasis (yep, i think Narcis likes these two bands, esp Blur & i will die on this hill)

& there ya go. i prob forgor smth since these are some hcs off the top of ma head :*

#yeah its a fucking mess what did you expect.#hope ya enjoy whatever this is nonetheless #que #b #hcs #naran

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sunnycanwrite · 9 months

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I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed a sleep deprived tim and the batfam desperatly trying to make him sleep but the ONLY ones who can are alfred and barbara but there somewhere else. it'll be so funny for the batfam to attempt to wrangle tim for a couple hours until either alfred/cass get him to sleep.

i love this prompt! Little heads up I don't write Tim as a coffee addict, due to projecting that he is ADHD and caffeine makes him tired, and since the coffee thing is fanon. But i love this prompt so much so here we go. Hope this helps y'all fic deprived gremlins while ao3 is down.

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Dick had been sitting in the end of the bed, dialing Alfred's number for the last thirty minutes. Everytime it went straight to his voicemail, which was very much not helpful at the moment. The fact that Alfred had gone to Smallville for the weekend, was making the current situation worse.

The situation was: Tim, with a newly broken arn, and a bruise the size of a softball on the left side of his face. Who would not go to sleep until he finished logging in all the details of his patrol for the night. He didn't sleep enough, Tim was a night orl. He'd stay up all night, and catch a fed hours during the day. That normally was fine.

Expect there was no Alfred to get him to bed, a he was injuried, and insist that a good night's sleep would help him heal. And no Cass to sit beside him until he actually fell asleep. And not even Barbara to hack all his devices so he'd be forced to get actual rest.

"We could just put drugs in his tea? They hit, and boom no more problem!" Steph chripred from her place on the other side if the room.

She'd been on patrol with Tim when he'd tiredly stepped off a building and face danced into d dumpster. The small of rotten fruit coming from her, made that clear. As she'd pulled him from it and got their asses back to the cave.

Tim looked over, a confused expression on his face. "I'm just trying to finish my report, there's no issue with me staying up any longer-"

"I'm not the one who walked off a building!"

Tim grumbled under his breath before, looking back down at his computer. He was propped up in his bed, typing with his good hand. It was taking a painstaking long time.

Dick put his phone down, well that was a no on Alfred. Though he'd most likely call back later demanding to know what went wrong. He wanted to try Barbara and Cass, but they were on a League missing. Therefore not helpful at all.

"Injuried people go to sleep." Dick stated, grabbing for his younger brothers computer only to get scratched at in return.

Tim pulled the computer closer to himself. He looked like shit, even without the shiner he would. It was clear he'd skipped sleep a few days in a row for the case he was working on. And would not close his eyes, until he put the final details in the correct file.

#Not exactly what you wanted #At all #But a drabble #because i can #And cause I only have the use if one arm rn #batman fanfiction #tim drake wayneTim #batfam #batfamily #batman #dc comics #batman and robin #tim drake #stephanie brown #dick grayson #drabble #dccomics #dc comic #dc characters

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raggedy-dxctor · 2 years

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Deacon being absolutely soft and in love with a reader- he’s my short king <33

our short king* /hj (reader is human bc i thought it would be interesting to write)

pairing(s): deacon x gn!human!reader

warnings: not proof read

at first he's a bit distant, but then he sees vlad being affectionate with the beast and it just. breaks down a wall and awakens an urge inside him to show you all the love and affection he has

so that's exactly what the does

"deacon?? what're you doing?" "i'm holding your hand, my love" // "uhh deacon? are you sure you're comfortab-" "im more than comfortable dear"

he dedicates his waking hours to protecting and loving you

like he literally almost killed vlad once because he mistook you for a victim and he beat the ever living shit out of nick for making a joke about draining your blood

like it was that bad that nick couldn't fly for a week because all of his power was focused on healing his injuries

safe to say nick is a bit wary around you now

every single vampire in a 100 mile radius knows not you lay a finger on you and it definitely boosts deacon's ego ahen everyone scampers away when they see the two of you together

lwarns the word power couple online and just. overuses it

"y/n!! we are such a power couple!!" "uhh sure i just think they're scared shitless of beimg beaten to a pulp-' he just innocently shrigs and pulls you closer to him, an arn gently slung around your shoulder

he's a very very VERY big pda guy like. he loves to show everyone that he's yours and you're his

like he is literally glued to your side, his hand practically cemented in yours, his lips constantly gravitating towards yours, his hands on your cheek or tuckimg a strand of hair behind your ear/ pushing your hair out of your eyes

everyone just minda rolls their eyes but is secretly super happy for him when they see him grin and blush like a highschoomer

sometines he'll just stare into your eyes and sigh lovingly, or lean his forhead ahainst yours and kiss your nose

kisses with him are so genuinely sweet and sentimental, but they can get kinda difficult with his fangs in the way and like he will absolutely not let them touch your lips, he might occasionally nip your lip with them but that's iit

sometimes he'kl just stare at you acorss the room and smile slughtly to himself!, snapping back into the dull conversation that viago was hosting moments later and viago poked him and asked if he was listening.

cuddles w him are the best, he's always the little spoon because of how easily cold he always is

dates include like watcbing the stars with him, nights out on the town, picnics in the park under the stars, going to the movies together or just snuggling up at home next to the fire

feel like he's an absolutely amazint cook too, despite not being able to eat anything himself, he always cooks for you and somehow manages to perfect recipes, often adding things in to make the end product even more glorious

and the best part? no one else can touch the food, having a friendgroup of vampires means that they can't eat regular human food so he cooks it for you and only you

knits you like literally the cutest matching sweaters

great at buying jewelry for you, his only rule about jewelry on you absolutely no pure silver, other than that he couldnt care less and thinks everything looks good on you

#deacon #deacon brucke #wwdits #wwdits x reader #deacon x reader #deacon brucke x reader

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scopophobia-polaris · 8 months

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Arn seeing Timie on the street: aw what acute lil guy sure hope he isn't tormented!

Bro absolutely messed up, wanted to be a good boy and help someone because this mirrors shit that happened to him but instead found out that Timie is filled with 10thousand problems and somehow knows Arn to a weird degree withought ever really talking to him and he cant...figure out why..... can you really meet someone in a dream?

And now poor Arnold got a little guy that wants to cling onto him when they're sad

#Arn is gonna be a cuddle buddy if he keeps up with being nice to Timie by accident #Timie is like a hissing kitten in my opion all ready to rip your fingers off until you pet them once and now theyre your best friend please #hold me NYYYYAAAAAAAAAA NYAAAAA #i just think its gonna be funny writing Arn slowly pieceing shit together over time until its jusg oh mf youre the hero of time arent you #no WONDER youre so messed up #but for right now hes just super confused about what just happened he just hugged Timie becaue it seemed like the right thing to do #and now youre bound to this dude by invoking destiny maybe we were supposed to meet again insane ass you just became #inexplicably tied to this dude and you will die all through one thing thats manifested itself as a red string of fate around both of you #congrats arn your kindness has just doomed you down the path that all dudes in Hyrule take when they get to close to the hero #(REDACTED) oh right wait thats massive plot shit thats something i dont wanna reveal #ITS NOT DEATH IT REALLY ISNT I AINT GONNA KILL HIM like forreal i killed arn once never again but its gonna be so silly goofy what his ass #just got tied up in all from just trying to help #maybe you shouldnt of been their canon event in the adult timeline being the one person they couldnt save but fucked up

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helenofsimblr · 7 months

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Francine: Alright well, I’ll call her later and tell her not to worry she got it wrong, must be a prank or whatever?

Arnold: Ah don’t get involved in that shit Francine. This shit is nothing to do with you, just keep out of it, you get me?

Francine: Yeah… I think maybe that’s the best idea. Anyway, what about our Wedding, Arn? We’re no further forward on getting that ready. We need to start planning!

Arnold: That’s your fuckin’ department.

Francine: I know, but some details from you would be good. Where do we go on our honeymoon for example?

Arnold: Selvadorado!

Francine: What with the archaeologists and the drug lords? No thanks.

****

Arnold: Maybe you should hire a fuckin’ wedding planner or whatever. Get them to do all this shit. We’re too busy.

Francine: It’s not the worst idea, but ever since I was a little girl I wanted to plan a good wedding for myself that I’d never forget. If I give that job to somebody else then it's not the same.

Arnold: Oh Francine… fuck, you’re wrecking me here. I asked you to marry me, what more do I need to do? You’re complaining you’re stressed, you’re going to the doctors, you’re saying you want to plan the wedding, moaning at me because I’m not answering fuckin’ questions…

Francine: Well Arnold you need to have some input. We don’t live together yet, so it’s hard to get hold of you sometimes and thrash these things out. If you could be a bit more available that’d help us.

Arnold: *Big Sighs* I’ll do what I can.

****

Arnold: You’re graduating soon right?

Francine: Yeah.

Arnold: Got a plan?

Francine: Well I suppose I wouldn’t mind getting my friendship with Kira back on track, so maybe go to Red Blooded Passions?

Arnold: Whatever you want babe. This is all just a silly misunderstanding, Kira has totally got it wrong.

Francine: Yeah… yeah, of course she has. So it's ok for me to go to the club and hang out with her? It won’t be awkward between you and them?

Arnold: Don’t worry babe, it’s all cool. Besides, after tonight it’s all gonna be sorted out. Perhaps I’ll reach out to Kane, and square things up, you get me?

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ksu #tales from the district #Season Two #crossover #tac #Arnold #Francine

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deathtriangles · 2 years

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i know it objectively wasnt the best storyline ever (in fact it wasn’t really that good) but the full gear era codyverse is probably some of the most fun I’ve ever had watching a wrestling a show like we really got:

glock anderson

“I will make you my LITTLE BEETCH”

jose getting beat up by arn and tully

andrade taking the piss out of the neck tattoo

pac stealing malakai’s pose to do a middle finger taunt

“TASAHS AND IPADZ”

the burial of chavo guerrero

red velvet and kilynn king beating cody up in a warehouse

ftr as luchadors

the fans throwing the weight belt back into the ring

pac being blinded twice

andrade ripping his pants and changing into trunks during a commercial break with no acknowledgement from the talent or commentary

andrade and malakai also doing a “can they coexist” spot at full gear for no reason other than shits and giggles

andrade and cody going through a whole ass flaming table on free tv

fenix and penta for some reason accepting cody’s friendship

alex abrahantes kicking jose’s ass

andrade buying ftr on multiple occasions

#IT WAS THE MOST CHAOTIC STORY EVER LMFAO I LOVED IT #x . aew shenanigans

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terriedirewolf · 1 year

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Ight, lets get a post in here

So metroid dread came out not too long ago. I'm very pleased with it. Samus returns was a little shaky imho, and i was only slightly concerned that it was the same people. But I think they surpassed expectations. Issues from the 3DS game didn't make it in, the art design is phenomenal, and the world and story are very cool and fitting for the universe. I'm a particular fan of this sort of rebuilt power suit that totally still has fusion suit elements all over it still. And the chozo boss who's face rips open is quite pretty. Good game. 10.

But anyhow, it's definitely not supermetroid levels of non linear. And this is the tie breaker. Metroid 1 was about as open as possible. Kind of a rough expereince even by the standards of the era honestly, I'm kind of amazed the series didn't die then and there. But the sequel did wonders for the series. It is also however, much more linear. Now, you can backtrack if you want, and honestly, the map is small enough where it's not that much of a pain in the ass. But it's not open design really.

Supermetroid was a mix of the two. Metroid 1 with the sensabilities of metroid 2, and like five times the tech to make it all work. And it did work. But it's also not nearly as open as people think it is. It just does a real good job at hiding it, and it is kind of nonlinear as it has four distinct paths to travel down once you get through the intro exploration. The hidden movement tech also did wonders for it. People suck this games cock all the time though, so I won't dwell on it's acomplishments.

Fusion is way more linear. It does open up in places, but for the most part, you're stuck following orders and being a shadow of your former self, and fighting your own ghosts. Ibreally like the game though, and it feels and plays just like how I want metroid to feel and play.

I guess what I'm trying to get across is that dread not being a hand free "wander this vast cavern and good luck" kind of game isn't really that weird, and metroid hasn't been about open ended exploration for most of it's lifespan. Much like many games, it's a puzzle room. The keys are just very fun to play with, and it likes to hide secrets. I think metroid has always been about the lonly atmosphere, as well as the idea that something sinister is watching at the same time.

Now it's worth noting that I never played the prime games, but the only 2d game I haven't beaten is samus returns, and that's cause my 2DS has been lost. But I think that this is that thing about the series that no one ever mentions cause of how the genre the series helped create has formed over the years. Metroid has never been interested in being a metroidvenia. Which is kind of weird to think about.

Anyhow, visually, it's always bugged me that samus is supposed to be this powerful woman who takes no shit, got bird hrt, and can brave situations that few others can get out of alive, but is built like a barbie doll. People have pointed out the shoulders before. It's weird, and never has been addressed in canon. It's always obscured too when she changes in and out of her power suit, so, if her arms are even in there is a bit of a debate.

My solution is buff samus. Niklas Arne Jansson did the concept a bit better, and I think there's a handfull of other people who drew her stacked like a truck, but not enough imho. I also wish she'd wear anything but the zero suit once in a while. Cause it's cool and all, but pockets are dope as shit.

The arm canon is another issue. Seeing as she has like, an arm in there. Anyone even slightly savy with ballistics can tell you that a snub nosed thing like that is gonna be aweful. The crazy bit is that the barrel opens up instead of the rockets just using folding fins or something. How 250 rockets fit in that thing is another question entirely, but I guess, there's like, borderlands digitalization or something, so it's workable I guess. Recoil will be harder to handle without a wrist, and aiming is kind of impossible without a heads up display I expect. The fusion arm canon has more issues, and I seriouy doubt you could get a forearm in it and still have room for any of the cool foldy stuffs.

I really do not have a lot of solutions here, but there are two ways I figure. The easiest is to just remove the arm. Which is always cool. Robot arms that transform into guns is like, peak design. The other way is to extend the cannon, or make it offset from the actual arm. Maybe even a combination. That way there's room forbthe big arm gun to be like, actually big and gun, and still let samus have all the thumbs to fly a spaceship. Also, I feel like she should be able to drop the thing. Like take it off and set it down, piloting the ship with a partially armored forearm and hand, with exposed internals and hardpoints to mount the blaster.

But yeah.

Rough sketches

#metroid dread #metroid ii #super metroid #metroid #samus aran #muscle girls #exo #exosuit #exoskeleton #powered armor #power armor #varia suit

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