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illiana-mystery · 10 months

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Mamacita

Author's Note: This is an old fic that I recently shelved. I might come back to it, but I figured I could post it here so you can enjoy it.

Plot: You are a loyal shopper at Edy's Bodega, but not because you like his merchandise. No, it's because you like him. And you like teasing him and flirting with him too, which he begins to notice. However, this particular day he beats you at your own game and you end up agreeing to a date with him at your place over a traditional Puerto Rican meal.

Disclaimer: Edy isn't married in this fic and doesn't have children. He's still a flirt and likes to date younger women. Reader is in her late 20s, Edy is in his late 40s, early 50s in this fic.

SFW, Flirting, Mild Touching, Teasing

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His eyes were on you as soon as you walked into his Bodega. His focus angled right at your hips as you purposely twisted them in his line of sight.

You knew he was looking closely at your curves, imagining all the things he could do to your body, so you didn't mind giving him a show.

It was nothing new between you two. Ever since you became a regular at Edy's Bodega, it was always the same thing.

You picked up a couple of items, teased Edy for looking a little too hard at you, then you left him with a kiss you blew his way.

But today you wanted to switch things up. Today, you wanted to give him a show and be a bit more flirtatious.

You just felt emboldened to do so after he stopped dating another young lady, Juanita.

She was such a bitch and you hated seeing him kissing all over her and lovingly stroking her silky curls. It drove you insane.

But you would always notice him still stealing a glance from you and still watching your every move.

It was like he got off on teasing you, but this time you were gonna be the one teasing.

Purposely, you bent down to get a small bag of yellow rice, poking your ass out as much as you could.

But alas, he didn't see you.

He was too busy talking to someone trying to buy a lotto ticket.

You cursed to yourself, but slowly stood back up. Your breasts jiggled a bit in the process, which he did notice.

You saw him smirking your way and seductively licking his lip as he counted the money he just received.

You smirked to yourself before you went over to the canned foods aisle to pick up a can of pigeon peas.

You were not familiar with pigeon peas, but you still picked them up because you were planning on trying to invite him to your home for dinner.

Tina, your favorite cashier at the Bodega, was fully aware of your little cat and mouse game with Edy so she immediately told you his favorite foods.

That being jibarito, arroz con gandules, and for dessert (other than you possibly), caramel flan.

You didn't know the first thing about Puerto Rican cuisine, but that didn't mean that you weren't gonna try to impress him any way.

However, your plan to stay both seductive and cool basically failed when you made some other cans fall off the shelf.

You cursed at yourself for doing that before you looked up and saw Tina trying to come over to help you.

But before she could, Edy told her that he had it. She smirked and looked over at you before she told Edy that's fine and went back to her cash register.

You gulped nervously seeing him confidently walk over to you.

So much for you teasing him today because he was driving you insane with his overpowering aura.

And his beautiful brown eyes never left yours, even when he purposely brushed your hand to pick up the same can you were trying to put back.

Your heart started to race when you realized how close he was to you.

Your eyes moved over to his groomed salt-and-pepper beard as you resisted the urge to kiss his plump lips right then and there.

But instead looked at his gorgeous, soft locks, wishing you could run your fingers through it like Juanita used to do.

"You need to be more careful, mamacita," he softly said. "I don't want you to hurt yourself...especially that beautiful face of yours."

You felt like you were gonna burst at his comment and little pet name for you, but instead you just replied,

"It's actually Diana."

"Huh?"

"Diana. My name is Diana."

"Oh, like the princess?"

"Yes, that's who I was named after."

"Hmm, fitting name. Although, you are prettier than she," he said with a flirty wink.

You blushed, but put your head down so he couldn't see. He did see though and just smirked at you again.

But then he noticed what the cans that you knocked over were. He held one of the last cans on the floor and cocked his thick eyebrow at you before asking,

"Pigeon peas, huh? You don't seem like the type to like these."

"I'm willing to try new things," you immediately said before you noticed him also look over to your basket.

"Yellow rice," he observed. "If I didn't know any better, I assume you're trying to make arroz con granules."

"Nothing gets passed you, Edy," you teased. "Yeah, I wanted to learn how to make Puerto Rican food. I figured that and jiberitos would be a good start."

"Jiberitos too?" he asked puzzled as he put the can back, still looking at you. "Wow, you are a woman with good taste."

"Edy, stop it," Tina said.

"Stop what, Tina? Aren't we just having some playful banter?"

"Playful banter," she mockingly said with an eye roll. "Edy, isn't it obvious?"

"What's obvious?" he asked with a cheeky smirk.

"Diana probably wants to make dinner for you. You don't find it odd that she's purposely trying to cook food you like."

"How did you know I liked jiberitos and arroz con granules?" he curiously asked you, his eyes staring right into your soul.

"I asked Tina," you nonchalantly said. "I figured I could cheer you up after your breakup with Juanita."

"Cheer me up?" he asked with a chuckle. "I broke up with her. Because I didn't like her as much as I like you."

"Wait, so you admit you like me?"

"I always have," he confidently admitted. "Although I'm sure you knew that. I can never take my eyes off of you."

"I just needed to hear that from you. I thought you were just a tease," you lied.

He chuckled.

"So, when are you planning on inviting me to dinner?"

"Tomorrow night. 7 if you're able."

"Hmm, I don't know. I'm a busy man. I mean being the most sought out bachelor in Chicago keeps..."

"He doesn't have anything going on," Tina quickly said. "Trust me, he's been waiting for a while to shoot his shot with you. He'll be there."

"Tina, must you always butt into my flirting?"

"Yeah, because I have to keep you grounded. You're not the gift to all ladies like you think you are," she huffed with a dramatic eye roll.

"Whatever," he responded before he looked back at you with a slick smile and a twinkle in his eye.

"I'll be there."

"Great," you cheered a little too enthusiastically. You suddenly felt embarrassed until you felt his big hand rubbing your back to comfort you.

"I love your enthusiasm," he suddenly said. "It's as gorgeous as your body and that lovely smile of yours."

"Oh, thanks," you said gushing on the inside. He chuckled again.

"Would you like my help finding the other ingredients?"

"For the jiberitos?"

"Yes," he said, his delightful accent even deeper than before.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind the help...or the company," you seductively said.

Edy swiftly took that open opportunity and began to help you find everything else you needed to get for your dinner tomorrow. And while he was helping you, he started to get a little nostalgic and told you about the history of the Bodega.

"You know who used to make the best jiberitos?" he suddenly asked.

"Who?"

"My papá. Back when I was just a wee boy, my father was known for his jiberitos. He used to hand make them and sell them at the Bodega with my Uncle Julio."

"Wow, do you know how to make it like him?"

"I mean yes, but not as good," he joked with a hardy laugh. "Edy Sr. just had the magic touch when it came to cooking. I'm a decent cook, but I could never match the skills of my papá."

"Hmm, maybe you can help me make the jiberitos and we could see."

"I like that idea," he said cheekily, purposely brushing his big hand against your smaller hand.

You giggled.

"So you grew up helping around the store?"

"Yep, it was me and my younger sister, Julia. She was named after my uncle, if you couldn't tell," he said with a slight laugh. "We used to run around the store and play too and the customers loved us. They thought we were so cute."

"I bet," you cooed before you smiled at him.

"I enjoyed working at the Bodega so much that my papá handed me the keys when I was twenty or so. I didn't really know what else to do with my life, so I took the store. He still helped around of course, this store was his life. He actually died in his old rocking chair behind the lotto counter."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault," he assured you. "I actually didn't realize he died. He was always so quiet when he slept. Tina was the one that actually realized he was dead."

"Wow, so I guess Tina's worked here for a while."

"She started working here because we were dating. We were high school sweethearts at one time...engaged even."

"I would have never guessed you two were an item."

"He wasn't much to write home about," Tina scoffed as you both walked over to Edy's counter. She was filing her nails at her checkout counter, popping her bubblegum loudly.

"I always wonder why you're still single," Edy remarked.

"Hahahaha," she retorted. "You were always so funny."

"She wasn't always snippy like that with me," he whispered to you. "I mean why do you think she's still here?"

"I heard that, Eduardo," she sneered. "And I'm only still here because I want to stay here."

"It's because I pay you well. Just admit it."

"I'd rather choke on Clamato juice," she huffed.

You just giggled. It wasn't the first time you had heard them go back and forth like that.

They really did act like an old married couple.

"Alright, your total for today is $20.45, Mamacita. Will that be cash or credit?"

"You know I always pay credit," you said with a laugh as you retrieved your card from your purse and handed it to him.

"I still like to ask," he said as he swiped your card. "I want to make sure I'm ready if you switch it up on me."

"I probably will never do that. It's just more convenient to have a card."

"I couldn't agree more," he said before he handed you back your card with a big smile on his face. The receipt printed out after and he handed that to you as well but made sure to kiss your hand, making you blush.

"Thank you, Edy," you said with a big smile.

"No, no," he started before he moved from behind the counter. "Thank you, Mamacita. I can't wait to make jiberitos with you."

Your heart beat so hard in your chest when you saw how happy he was while he was saying that. And you really were swept away in your joy when he tightly hugged you afterwards.

He smelled of mint and mango, two contrasting scents that he managed to pull off. His heart was beating just as fast as yours and he felt so plush and warm.

You had to stop yourself from touching him. It was too soon and Tina was still standing near yall.

"See you tomorrow night," he seductively whispered in your ear before his lips met your blushed cheek.

"Yes...umm...see you tomorrow night," you stuttered, reluctantly removing yourself from his hug.

You both just smiled at each other again, until a couple minutes later. Then you left him with a blown away kiss and a wink.

And as you walked back to your apartment, all you could think about was him and what he was gonna do you to you tomorrow.

Because you were more than ready to get to know him on a more physical level.

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Taglist: @freddiefredfive, @goodoldcharley, @curbitkirby, @writingkitten, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky

#hope you enjoy #let me know if i should take this one off the shelf #and give it another chapter #because i could #i just have to get off my ass #edy rodriguez #nothing like the holidays #fanfiction #fanfic #wip #work in progress #alfred molina

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grey-sides · 1 year

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When Billy passes, disappears since his body was never recovered, Steve helps Max pack up his stuff.

It's painful for both of them, even with no conversation, sorting through a life and packing it into boxes. Steve remembers doing it to his grandparents' house when his granddad died. But this is worse.

Max tends to slip more stuff into Steve's box than her own, sniffling and pretending like she's not. It's heartbreaking and it's how Steve finds his bottles of cologne when he gets home.

Once he's bucked up the courage to open the box and pick everything out, he finds them nestled together in a t-shirt.

They're common colognes. Cheap, easy to find. But the ones on the shelves haven't even held by Billy's hands.

Steve considers spreading it on his pillow, just a drop or two so he can remember. But that would be using them. So he leaves them be.

A bottle of Billy, an entire life shoved into a box. A missing boy.

And even with the bottles sealed tight, Steve swears he can smell him late at night.

#harringrove #stranger things #greye writes #ahahahahah i made myself cry writing this #why?#because i could #anyway billy comes back #because i said so #just not yet

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ebonylark · 10 months

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This is Lazuli, my displacer beast kitten stuffie. Her tentacles are fully poseable and she has a studded collar.

I made her, I'm proud of her, I'm displaying her to the void.

Cat butt

#displacer beast #if not friend why friend shaped #tentacle hugs #cat butt #I had so much free time before parenting #dnd stuff #fiber arts #because i could #stuffies #plushies #handmade stuff #d&d #dnd #plushie #stuffed animals #kitty #pretty kitty

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elletheactualmenace · 11 months

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It’s Not Nothing

Pairing: tasm!PeterParker x Fem!reader

Summary: A regular day turns into patching Peter up.

Warnings: Tickling, slight angst, mentions of blood, description of wound, fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: I haven’t had the motivation to finish this until now, so here you go. There are probably so many mistakes I don’t even care at this point.

"Okay so to recap, although there are political parties now with many different views and many different politics taking different sides, our first president George Washington believed...?" The teacher waits for someone to answer her question. And because of the free reign of her class four people say something along the lines of "He believed they could lead to our corruption."

Mrs. Flax moves her hands in a gesture that means "and?" Or "continue" You raise your hand in a lazy manner tired but glad the day is ending soon.

"Yes, Y/n?" She asks, awaiting your response.

"He believed that they were a distraction, that they just led to unnecessary conflict and fighting. And that, arguing back and forth could lead to foreign influence and then to our corruption." You say glancing around at the eyes on you. Mrs. Flax smiles happy that someone was really paying attention in her class.

"Amazing response, thank you Y/n. Now next class we will learn about the political parties before the ones we know today. And make sure-" The bell cuts her off but she keeps talking as people get out of their seats heading for their lockers.

"Make sure you finish the last couple of questions on the paper from today. That's the only homework!" Her voice fizzles out of ear shot, as you walk with the crowd of people in the halls of your school.

As you navigate the maze of people you eventually find your locker. And next to your locker is an - already ready to leave - Peter Parker. You laugh at him resting on your locker, and shove him off. He puts his hands up in defeat and steps away.

He waits patiently as you shove books, folders and notebooks into your saggy backpack. You scoff at him when he chuckles at you having trouble fitting a folder into your bag. He reaches over and helps you finish in a more efficient manner. Once you are done his arm slings over your shoulder and pulls your face close to his as you both walk down the hall towards the exits of the school. He kisses your cheek and whispers

"I missed you."

"You just saw me last period in English." You smile at the lingering warmth left by his lips on your cheek. As he pulls away slightly he winces as your hand grazes his side. You raise a brow. “It’s nothing.” He assures. Taking attention off of himself he says "And I know but still, how can I not miss you. Especially when you smell like you do." He leans in and takes a whiff of your perfume. You tense and shiver as his nose grazes your pulse point. He laughs.

The sunlight hits you as you and your Boyfriend walk through the doors of your highschool.

You both walk to the train holding hands. At one point you swear you see his skateboard almost fall out of his backpack. We all have no idea on how he keeps it there all the time and it doesn't fall. A Parker secret you guess.

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You shove your books and papers away from you and stretch as you yawn into the warm couch. Peter does the same moments later. You start putting your work away into folders then to your backpack. Peter falls back on the couch and quickly pulls you with him. You yelp as he snuggles his face in your neck from behind you.

"Okay Pete, what do you want to do now?"

He sucked in, inhaling both your scent and the air around him. He hums in thought. "Not sure," he tightens his grip around you waist. He whispers into your neck.

"Maybe we can just cuddle? I can be the little spoon? Or big I don't care, as long as it's with you." You chuckle at his mumbled words, and then sigh happily.

"Sound good to me." And after about 5 minutes of getting situated and putting on some random show on Netflix, you were in a comfortable position.

You ask as Peter's nose bumps with your ear. "How was your day?"

Peter nuzzles into your neck, it tickles and you lean away smiling. "What?" Peter asked innocently. "Why'd you move?"

"You- never mind." You roll your eyes and pull him back into you. This time he fans his breath over your neck, you nudge him slightly, but he pushes your arm out of the way. He retracts his arms from around you and takes hold of your wrists. He maneuvers the both of you so your back is flat on the couch and his knees on either side of your waist keeps him just above you. You gasp at his sudden movement and tilt your head in confusion.

"What are you doing there Peter?" You ask with a smile and a raised brow. His grin becomes a smirk and you see a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

His smile only grows when you try to wiggle yourself out form under him. You know if you really wanted you could ask him to let go but you want to see what he's up to. Peter pauses the show playing and puts the remote off the coffee table.

Peter's free hand travels to the hem of your shirt and he slowly lifts it but only so a bit of you stomach is showing. He then grazes over you skin with the tips of his fingers. It tickles and you wiggle around more. He smiles softly at your reaction and then goes in for the full blown tickle method. Your laughs and his chuckles fill the room. There is no way that he just did that. You have to get him back, somehow.

Peter stops his attacks to your stomach with a big smile plastered on his face. "You jerk," You let out in a puff of air. You laugh again this time just at the whole situation. Peter leans down and presses a sweet tender kiss to your lips, almost as and apology. You kiss back, lips tingling at the sensation of his lips on yours. You lean upward for more closeness to him but Peter swiftly pulls away with a mischievous smirk. His hands let go of your wrists but his face begins to travel down to wear his hand was just a second ago. Peters fingers once again pull at the material of you shirt.

Before you can blink his lips are on you stomach blowing raspbarrys. You squirm even more now, laugh so loud your lungs hurt. The sound of his lips blowing on to your stomach makes it hard for him to keep his composure and not laugh himself. He just thinks you look so cute when you laugh.

Your constant moving and shifting makes it hard for Peter to keep you down. You knee bucks up into his abdomen and you hear a wince. Immediately he is off of you. You sit up concern and guilt lacing every fiber of you.

"Shit," You curse as you slowly crawl to his aid. Peter sits on the edge of the couch holding his side.

"Are you okay?" You run your hand up and down his arm in a soothing manner.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He tries to calm your worry but your not convinced with the way he is slouched over. "Im so sorry, I didn't mean to-" You cut yourself off when you see a damp patch beginning to seep through his shirt.

"Peter you bleeding," You utter in shock. You quickly stand up and make a beeline for the bathroom down the hall.

Rushing back with a first aid kit in hand you kneel by his side. "Y/n, it's nothing Im fine," Peter brushes off as you try to get under the hand cupping the side of his abdomen.

"Peter. It's not nothing if its bleeding, what the hell happened?" He sucks in a breath as you pry his hand away from his side.

"Nothing, I just got grazed last night, no biggie." Peter says as you lay eyes on a poorly bandaged stomach. There is blood leaking through the off white bandaging. You slowly unwrap the wound and finally see whats causing him pain. It's a deep gash, it looks like a knife wound. There is blood slowly spilling from the slice. You pull out cleaning supplies and get to work.

"Why didn't you call me? You know I would have been more then willing to help you," You scolded him as he purses his lips in thought.

"I don't know. I just don't like bothering you if I don't have to, and I guess I thought I could handle it." He confesses. You shake you head with a sigh and you clean his wound, making sure to not hurt him further.

"Listen, I know you’re the 'Strong and Brave Spider-Man', but your allowed to ask for help. Even if its with something you think, and key word here, think you can handle by yourself.” You pull out the bandages from the first aid kit. “And you can especially ask me for help because I'm your girlfriend, and that part of the job. So don't hide these kind of things from me you idiot." You carefully wrap his wound and he slowly nods looking down in embarrassment that you had to find out like this. It was bad enough he got hurt, but the fact he thought you wouldn't find out and he could keep it from your was worse.

"M'sorry," He muttered quietly, eyes trained on the floor. You smiled, pulled his shirt down and lifted his chin softly.

"Hey, look at me, baby, It's okay," You smiled a forgiving smile and he gave a hopefully one.

"I forgive you, just next time, call me. Okay?"

Peter nods and you close the first aid kit slipping it onto the coffee table that held your school work and books. You tilt you head up and delicately kiss his cheek. His face swells into a smile and he turns his head so he can kiss you properly. His plump lips against yours in a tooth-rotting sweetness.

You pull away and lean against the back of the couch, Peter follows suit. You rest your head on his shoulder cuddling up to his side, careful to not accidentally hurt him again. You grin and turn to face him, his head turns slightly and he raises a brow waiting for you to say something.

"You know, when you're better, Im totally getting revenge." He chuckled pulling you closer.

"I'd like to see you try," He challenged. You roll your eyes with a smirk.

"Oh just you wait bug boy,"

#tasm!peter x y/n #tasm fic #tasm!peter fluff #fluff #angst #x reader #tasm peter #fanfic #oneshot #because i could #fem!reader

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not-so-allegiant-general · 9 months

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Part 1/4

If he only could stop thinking about Hux. Oh how much easier would it be. But every time he was closing his eyes he felt every bite mark. He felt every kiss, every push, every wound. He would sell soul to see him again. But they wouldn't let him. Hux is a prisoner and so as Kylo. They just have different cages. He sighed pushing Rey away and parring her blows with swift move of his new saber. Only three more moves and she was laying on the ground without a weapon. How could i lose a fight to her? Rey hit the ground with her fist.

"How come you always win!?" Kylo shrugged.

"Your balance is off" So as mine " you wave mindlessly instead actually use forms. You focus on the outcome too much"

Luke who was sitting on the ground opened eyes and looked at them.

"Apart from that... ah i don't know. You're trying to be to fast but you can't pull that off. Instead of being fast you get tired quickly. You're not grounded and..."

"Yes! Thank you i understand! I will go back to kindergarten and practice forms with Fin. " She snorted with growing irritation"Happy, Lord Ren?!"

"Rey." Luke glanced at her. A warning. Kylo just shrugged again.

"If you actually going to do that than yes. Very happy. I am tired of practising with someone who barely knows how to hold her saber"

"Ben. "

"Its Kylo. If you please." He barked.

"Rey. Can you leave us alone?"

" Sure" she snorted again. "I get It. It's not a place for kids. " She glared angrily at Kylo and walked away. Luke looked at her worried.

" Don't worry. She's not like me."

" No. She is not... but quit provoking her."

" Why? She needs other motivation than your ancient knowledge. She doesn't buy it you know but doesn't want to upset you either. And i am right she is off balance, is not grounded, has troubles with duels.."

"You have changed."

" That's... Rather, obvious statement."

"Yes i know its just .... I hoped... "

"Ben is not coming back. Simply because there is no Ben and... I... Don't think there ever was. No matter how many times you're going to call me this name. I am Kylo. You either respect that or ignore that as my lovely mother. But decide already." He felt tired. And fought the urge to just laid down on the ground.

" You re not well... "

" I am not" he turned and walked away.

"Kylo. " He stopped and glanced at Luke. " You clearly do not need a teacher anymore. But if you need something" he shrugged "an advice, a talk, a tea"

" I will concider that"

Dreams were the worst. The most vivid memories of everything he lost. Vibrant ginger hair, green eyes and a smile as sharp as blade. And that mouth everywhere on him. He sat straight and sighed closing his arms around himself. A tea wouldn't kill him.

Luke wasn't asleep.

"A talk, tea or advice ?'

"A tea" he raised his eyebrow and sat down looking at a cup" Its trine"

"It is"

Kylo felt pain in the chest. Tarine and cigarettes. Only thing Hux would "ate" in the morning. The tea itself was awful. But he doesn't mind it anymore.

"Something hounds you or maybe someone ? Am i right?"

" I came for a tea not advice"

"Ah. My bad" they sat in silence. Kylo sighed.

"Alright. Yes. Someone."

"Someone dead?"

"no. I Hope not. I Hope he is very much alive" i know he is. "We were close. I asked mother if i could... See him. She wouldn't let me"

" Yes well... I guess She's not keen on idea because She's scared that you two will plot"

" Us two vs whole new republic? Without ships, crew and organization? She obviously thinks highly about us. I... I don't want to rule anything. Not anymore. Just... A couple hours would be enough for a start."

Luke observed him for a short moment.

" i will talk to my sister."

"If you will manage i will be nicer to Rey"

"don't. You're right. " Kylo smiled.

" Do i now?"

"Yes. Yes you are. She needs that kind of motivation. Just... Don't over do It. I don't want to deal with another dark side user. It's not a path for her"

"Yes, sir" he said mockingly

"And leave that for your Imperial boyfriend "

"He is not my boyfriend. "

"no? Then what?" Kylo touched a chain on his neck and puled out a black ring. Luke's eyes opened widely.

"You're... "

"Engaged." he said silently. "Married actually"

#armitage hux #kylux #general hux #hux #star wars #kylo ren #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #yes i wrote 4 parts #because i could #stay tuned for Hux in the next part

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thanos-the-dad-titan · 8 months

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"YEAH, BUT YOUR SCIENTISTS WERE SO PREOCCUPIED WITH WHETHER OR NOT THEY COULD THAT THEY DIDN’T STOP TO THINK IF THEY SHOULD.”

Me and ai generators are a terrible combination...😈

#thanos #marvel #marvel comics #thanos the mad titan #infinity gauntlet #marvel cosmic #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #thanos mcu #bathroom humour #toilet humor #toilet #why did i do this #because i could

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izayoichan · 1 year

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I found something, and I hope you like it.

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#the ward legacy #the ward legacy: spoilers #simblr #sims screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 alpha #ts4 #alphasims #alphacc #gshade #Hayden Ward #Yvreon Ward #its safe to say vy liked it #and this was just random cuteness #because I could

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kbunny10 · 1 year

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#tokyo mew mew #this is my shovel #I did this to my own shovel #because I could

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tblsomedoodles · 2 years

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New RvB: Scenes From a Hat is done! Yay!

#rvb #red vs blue #scenes from a hat #my animatic #please enjoy this stupidity #it makes me laugh way too much whenever i was working on it #Delta alone makes this video #and far too many simmons jokes #because i could #i'll reblog tomorrow #i just wanted to post this before i went to sleep #b/c i know i won't have time tomorrow

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adridoesstuff · 1 year

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Der Tod's Prolog/Alle tanzten mit dem Tod costume (design by me)

I kept this color change to white idea from the original, since it shows just how much Elisabeth, a mere mortal, impacted an immortal spirit like Death. (Since white is Elisabeth's main color within the show). This impact is also shown here by the feather appliqués, (on the black version of this costume, they are turned upwards, but here, after Death loses Elisabeth, the feathers "wither" and point downwards) and the gem shards, which are shatters of the gem brooch he has in the black design (which represents his heart and it "breaks" after he refuses Elisabeth in the Kapuzinergruft). And I also gave him an organza cape for a dramatic entrance and because this was the only scene where it wouldn't hinder him.

#elisabeth das musical #my art #der tod #costume design #in the smaller details: I gave him blue nail polish #because i could #I am very proud of those feather appliqués and how I managed to use them in a storytelling way

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peakdeer · 2 years

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Emptober Day 1 - Trinket

Scott had tried to hand-make the trinkets. He had. But… the gold wouldn’t set right, the shape never held, and the engravings never worked, so the products always ended up lopsided and ugly, looking like a child had scrawled words over them. As he held his latest try in his hands, he felt tears gather in his eyes.

He’d tried so hard. He didn’t get why they weren’t working. They were supposed to be perfect, and they weren’t even decent. It was heartbreaking, in all honesty. He’d been so excited when he started, so sure that they would be perfect and that Sausage would love them. It seemed that nothing was turning out lately, and the gold jewelry was just one of the things that was giving him issues.

He was worried that Sausage would think he was incompetent for taking so long to beat him in a spar, or that he had already decided he was incompetent. He was worried that their attempts to win Sausage over would fail, or that it would break his relationship with Jimmy. Everything was out of his control, and he hated it. He just wanted to feel like he was in control again, like everything would go according to plan because he could make it go according to plan. But people weren’t the same as the Winterfest, and he’d never managed to completely understand a person. It left him wondering where he went wrong with his interactions, wondering what he could’ve done to fix the situation, wondering what they thought behind the carefully regulated expressions they gave him. It had all spiraled out of control with his discovery of his ice magic, a physical thing that he couldn’t control. He’d lost it, running out to the middle of nowhere to hide, in a place where he could control everything. When he’d returned, he’d been so confident in himself, in his powers. That confidence slipped away slowly, day by day, until he’d beat himself back into the never-ending spiral of fear and uncertainty.

He leaned forward until his head hit his hands, breathing in and out slowly. Everything was fine. Everything was fine. He was not learning how to keep all of his emotions regulated and hidden, if he had to have any emotions at all; he was not fighting his brother who he couldn’t remember but he loved but he couldn’t save; he was not losing control of his ice magic. He was fine.

He smiled regretfully at the jewelry in his hands. He couldn’t give Sausage this, for certain, and he needed to have something. If his—he was on his eighth attempt now, wasn’t he?—attempts at casting were anything to go by, he wasn’t going to be able to forge anything halfway wearable. What a great idea for his parents to not teach him such an important thing in elven culture, the one thing he needed to ask a partner out. Then again, his parents probably hadn’t thought he’d need to know it. They probably hadn’t even considered it.

He sighed, dropping the misshapen earrings into a bin to be recycled. There were many types of jewelry in them—a few necklaces, two pairs of earrings, a couple of bracelets. They were all terrible, utterly hideous, and not suited for use as gifts.

He wasn’t going to be able to give Sausage something he’d made himself. He’d have to go to a professional blacksmith to get it done.

This shouldn’t have been as upsetting as it was. It wasn’t like other elves didn’t order jewelers to make gifts for their partners. There was a reason why Rivendellian jewelry were esteemed above any other empire’s jewelry. It was quite common for elves to order the jewelry to be made for them. It’s just… he wanted to do this himself. He wanted it to be his gift. He wanted it to be perfect.

Well. He’d just… commission a bunch of gifts. Sausage wouldn’t mind that he hadn’t made the jewelry himself if he gave him lots of it, would he?

He stepped towards the door to fly off to the best jeweler in Rivendell before pausing at the door and looking back at his failed jewelry.

Maybe he could have the jeweler recycle those to make the new trinkets.

#empires smp #empiresshipping #scott smajor #venus flytrap husbands #scosage #emptober #this one is actually in relation to chapter one of my vfh fic #because i could

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