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swordsmans · 1 year
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slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
tropes! thanks for the tag, @thychesters !! i did bold (the good shit), italics (will read sometimes, if tempted), regular (meh), and strike-through (unlikely to pick up ever).
i've done so many tag memes in the last couples of days, i'm so sorry lol. i tag @fxllingout @howlwiththerain @sapphicsimping and whoever wants to do this!!
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miamierre · 7 months
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piarles + Bodyguard AU 🥰
10. Bodyguard AU
Pierre doesn't seem big enough for a bodyguard.
Not that Charles is complaining, of course, by any means—he knows, as royal lineage, that there's always a risk to his safety on at least some level whenever he's out in public, and he's mostly come to terms with that. But when his mother had introduced him to the bodyguard that the family had hired for his protection, he'd almost laughed out loud, because…
Well. Pierre looks like a normal guy. He's quiet, introduces himself with a nod, and Charles thinks immediately that he could be a stranger he bumps into in a coffee shop, not a man trained in god knows how many defensive arts meant to protect someone.
He's muscular, sure, but nothing to write home about. And like—Charles is taller than him. Not by much, of course, and sometimes when Pierre is standing alongside him it feels like he's towering, but side-by-side, he is taller. What's the point of a bodyguard who is shorter than you? George, one of his mother's assistants, is at least a head taller than him, and seems almost as fit as Pierre seems to be.
Not that Charles has been looking, of course. But on afternoons where they spend the day in the sun, Charles has seen Pierre take off his blazer and knows that the expanse of his back is broad and built, muscles flexing beneath the pressed white dress shirt and looking…fit. That's all Charles can allow himself. He doesn't care about his security team, end-of.
But they're stuck in traffic on a Friday night, lights from the road around them splashing across his bodyguard's face, and Charles can't help but think that he looks out of place, almost: sitting here across from him in the limousine, sunglasses on even inside the car, expression carefully neutral. He could be an influencer, maybe: the cut of his jaw is too sharp and, frankly, attractive to be wasting away in the private security business.
"What made you want to do this?" Charles asks, setting his phone face-down on the seat beside him. Pierre doesn't hear him, apparently—Charles clears his throat, raises an eyebrow as his bodyguard stirs at that, brows climbing over his sunglasses. "Be a bodyguard. Why'd you do it?"
Pierre shrugs. "It is what I'm good at," he says simply, pressing the earpiece further into his ear.
But that's not nearly the satisfying answer Charles had been hoping for. "But you don't look—" Pierre lowers his sunglasses for a moment, fixing Charles with a look that can only say what do you mean rather intimidatingly, and he changes his tune. "Sorry, I mean. You look like you should be a YouTuber or something, not…"
Pierre, shockingly, smiles. Or, well, it's more of a smirk than anything, but it's more emotion than he's seen from the man since he'd been hired. Charles' breath catches. He's…kind of hot. "Should I be flattered that you think I'm not ugly, Mr. Leclerc?" The younger man swallows. "Many people that look like me are more than just pretty faces." Pierre winks and Charles thinks he's just about swallowed his tongue.
"Oh," he manages, stupidly. "Are you ex-military?" Truthfully, he hadn't gotten around to reading the man's credentials even if they'd been sitting at his desk for months, and he hopes he doesn't come across as rude. It's just…something about the mystery of his bodyguard's aura is crawling under his skin, and Charles is nothing if not a picker.
Pierre's amusement dies in an instant. Features stoic once more, sunglasses back up properly on his face, Charles watches whatever opening of understanding he'd worked on zip shut. "Yes," he answers, voice even once more. Then, before Charles can inquire further, he continues. "You should review that speech while you have the time, Mr. Leclerc. The benefit will be waiting on you the moment we arrive, as traffic doesn't seem to be letting up."
Ah, right. The stupid benefit he's being forced to attend because Lorenzo is out of town. He opens his mouth to counter Pierre's suggestion, but doesn't get a chance to voice his thoughts because the car jerks to a stop, much harder than normal on-off traffic. The two of them lurch in their seats, Charles grabbing at his seatbelt haphazardly for a moment before they settle.
"Sorry," the voice from the driver's seat says, filtering through the partition. "There's some kind of hold-up ahead—"
And then the ringing sound of what could be gunshots fill the tunnel around them, and oh. Charles swallows thickly. "Um," he starts, and then doesn't continue because the sound gets a little closer and in a second, Pierre's got a hand firmly on his arm, tugging him forward and onto the floor of the limo. Charles goes easily. The gunshots—they must be gunshots, Pierre wouldn't be doing this if they weren't—are loud, now, and he's fucking shaking. Shaking. He's driven through this tunnel countless times and hasn't even considered an incident like this as a possibility.
"Charles," Pierre says, low and firm, and Charles snaps to his attention, staring at his bodyguard's face. "Stay down. We will be fine, I promise." He scoots closer, leans over so that his body is closer to Charles' than it ever has been before, and he's warm. "Just stay down." Pierre's hand is now resting just between Charles' shoulders, big and almost comforting as it eases him further to the floor.
Any lingering concern about his size is long forgotten.
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ro-bottt · 23 days
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idk sometimes i just
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yeah
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cupidzrock-net · 1 year
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im a bloody rena enjoyer <3 [ temp. ]
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so these are a thing now
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i love him so much
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raayllum · 1 year
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RAYLLUM S4 MEME:  scenes [4/6] 4x06, “the drakewood”
This is all my fault. I left him alone. I shouldn’t have—Rayla, don’t. W-we can’t know what happened for sure. I mean, this is the path to Rex Igneous, right? So maybe he couldn’t climb out of the pit, so he had to keep going. You know him. He’s brave. He’s gotta be down there looking for Rex. He is brave. And reckless. 
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fellhellion · 9 months
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jazzzzzzhands · 10 months
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HI JAZZ! So I’m thinking if you can make a doodle about Howdy holding Wally in his arm(or if you don’t want to, that’s completely fine:)Right now, I am really OBSESSED with your artstyle! ⭐️
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*👆for example*
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i do not ship them BUT
i think i'm funny!!
this also helped me get a lil comfier in stylizing howdy hehe
you like my artstyle?? THANK YOU QwQ
im gonna continue to improve!
Wally just wanted to be carried, and who can tell him no?
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aceghosts · 1 year
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OCs as Characters
I was tagged by @nightbloodraelle, @fourlittleseedlings, and @nightwingshero to do this quiz. Thanks!
Tagging: @sstewyhosseini, @marivenah, @direwombat, @detectivelokis, @voidika, @baldurrs, @purplehairsecretlair, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @commander-krios, @clicheantagonist, @captastra, @strangefable, @eclecticwildflowers, @confidentandgood, @indorilnerevarine, and anyone else who wants to do this!
Blue Murphy
Aladdin (Disney)
Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)
Robin Hood
Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)
Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto)
Commander Rooney Shepard
Ellen Ripley (Alien)
Jean-Luc Picard (Star Trek)
Clarice Starling (Silence of the Lambs)
Captain Marvel (MCU)
Kate Beckett (Castle)
Hunter Delaney
Anakin Skywalker (SW)
April Ludgate (Parks and Rec)
Billy Butcher (The Boys)
The Joker (The Dark Knight)
Janis Ian (Mean Girls)
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feralthembo · 1 year
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Im gonna make this its own post since we live in a time where there are SO MANY gay vampire husbands
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all-fleshed-out · 3 months
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MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.
bold whatever applies | italics what sometimes applies [ both if it's perfect for your muse ] | strikethrough what doesn't apply & tag people. repost; don’t reblog!
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CLASSIC.
black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.
CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.
aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.
GOTHIC.
gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.
PARANORMAL.
malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.
SLASHER.
bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.
THRILLER.
daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.
TAGGED BY: @drachliebe I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU!!!!!!!! Tagging: Viewers like you, thank you! (Also we're so tired.. please.. please steal this... )
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mooonboy · 2 years
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manifesting someone who understands bangla and calls me shona
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oswlld · 1 year
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was tagged by @eohwyyn (x) during my hiatus (ty for tagging me 😙✨) to make a moodboard depicting my vibes/aesthetics!! i’ve done this tag once in 2021; its wild how some things never change
tagging @talays-portkey, @curious-earth, @displayheartcode, @casualavocados, @thegarlicbreads, @beachsread, @icouldhyperfixatehim, @snimeat, @laowen, @signofthetimesmp3
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the one time my show's (not mine but yk very small fandom) tag is actually used and it's for ridicule and discourse. now that stuff will be the only stuff you can see :/
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hirokiyuu · 1 year
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27. Marz/Tangent
27. things you said on the phone at 4 am
"It's just too much," blurts Tangent suddenly, and Marz startles back awake. "She... she looks at me and sees someone who doesn't exist. I don't -- I can't be the person she thinks I am."
"...I wouldn't know," says Marz, and her voice is syrupy with sleep that makes the lie come out more convincingly. "But regardless, if you aren't happy, why stay? That's not fair to either of you."
"I...."
Stars, she sounds so anguished. How sweet. For all she tries to hide it, Tangent has always cared with her whole beating heart. "Either way, darling, four in the morning isn't the time to make decisions like this, is it? Even for you."
That gets a little huff of laughter; Marzipan can picture the grimacing smile on Tangent's face that no doubt accompanies it. "I suppose."
"Mm, trust me."
"I do."
Marz feels herself smile, leaning a little against her palm. "As you should!" Another laugh, this one sounding a little less reluctant. "You can think about it after you get some rest." And then, because it's four a.m. and Marz really does love Tangent more than maybe anyone else on the planet: "Either way, I'll always be on your side."
There's a very long pause; Marz very politely pretends not to hear Tangent have to clear her throat through the line. "...Thank you, Marz."
"Of course! But don't make this a habit, I do need my beauty sleep."
"I won't." Tangent's voice has warmed; the smile Marz pictures this time is gentler than the last, the one she'd only remembered in adulthood. "I'll speak with you later. And thank you, again."
"You, my dear, are very welcome."
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