I know you probably won't answer this, which is fine.
But, I just wanted to say thank you, for everything you do.
Whether it's a simple shitpost, a artistic comic about gay puppets, or even a life update about sprinkles, everything you make brings me joy.
Life's been pretty shitty lately, and I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done.
I can't what to see what else you post, lol
jokes on you, I'm Answering This! ha, get pranked
but really, that's one of my big goals, i'm going to be honest. it's why i started posting fic & now art - i wanted to provide for people the joy and escape it all gave me over the years. if i can make One person's day better, it's worth it!
so... really i should be thanking You! it warms me to know that i've brightened your hours even a little <3 KITTEN BLAST:
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henry telling joel the story of how he informed fedra about the leader of the resistance so he could get the medicine he needed to save sam, and seeing joel's entire face and demeanour change as he starts to understand who henry is and how similar they both are. joel initially not trusting henry because he's a rat, but once the full context is given to him, he tells henry it's not fair on him for so many people to want him dead for what he did. joel not questioning why henry would betray so many people for his brother, because he knows he would do exactly the same thing in his place. henry DIRECTLY making joel ask himself the question "what is more important: the world, or the one person you love? your honour, or your family? when it comes down to it, how many people will you hurt to make sure she's safe?", and you can just see that joel immediately knows the answer.
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THE SUN ON YOUR FACE ON YOUR SHOULDERS ITS GOLDEN MOUTH WHISPERING (SO IT SEEMS) YOU! YOU! YOU! — 𝐂𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟. (x)
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Technically
(A/N: This has been languishing for a while cuz despite being a drabble I got stuck really quickly; I couldn’t figure out how to make what I wrote mesh with the idea of “someone comes to the door” without it feeling unnecessary. Ah well, another time, mayhaps. Anyway, enjoy~)
(minors dni)
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Technically, the head engineer should bunk near the engines, in case of an issue. Technically, in addition to being closer to the bridge, the captain's quarters only have room for one.
Technically, you're sure the governing body that enables your spaceship doesn't actually much care where certain people are quartered; a governing body that, admittedly, you have fuzzy details on. Frankly, somewhere in the back of your mind, you're not sure they exist.
And technically, the head engineer shouldn't be fucking the captain boneless in their cabin.
His hand is clamped firmly over your mouth, rather effectively muffling you, and it makes you moan wantonly. Meanwhile, he grunts into your ear, cursing under his breath at the way you flutter around him. The bed is just barely wide enough to accommodate you both, pinned under him the way you are, his chest against your back as your legs tremble. You thank your lucky stars for the solid design of the cabin, and then you see stars with his next thrust, crying out loudly.
“Poor Captain.”
Your engineer’s voice, gravelly in your ear, startles you, inadvertently tightening around him and drawing a hiss from the man above you.
“Didn’t think your engineer could make you feel this good, hm?” He purposefully drags against somewhere sensitive, moving slowly enough to make you whine, then snaps his hips against yours, causing another sharp cry to tumble from you. He groans, then shushes you, kissing your shoulder. “Best be quiet. Unless you want them to know just how I’m making you feel…”
Aside from being unable to move your lips, him grinding within you steals your voice, a moan taking its place. You can hear his soft smirk in his voice. “That’s what I thought, dear Captain.”
In an instant, he starts up a punishing pace, doing his best to ensure every thrust hits its mark, and you can’t stop the sounds pouring from you as your head engineer ensures you’re breathless with pleasure, free hand finding sensitive flesh. He won’t make it easy to keep quiet, not at all. And technically, you should care; but, as each thrust, every touch pulls you along, you care less and less. In fact, if he has his wish, you won’t have a care in the world soon.
And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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various fairfaxes and a drawing from my english civil wars hiking au which i never posted :-) [id under cut]
[image description:
the first image is a digital drawing of a group of men on a light brown background. they are all wearing hiking-appropriate clothing. from left to right: a young man swinging from a tree; arrows pointing at him read ‘weirdly passionate about hiking’ and ‘like 15′. a man leaning against a tree; arrows read ‘grumpy’ and ‘only here for family bonding with father-in-law’. a man with a cane and one arm in a sling, leaning over to read a map; arrows read ‘has injured himself on every hike so far’ and ‘designated driver’. a man reading a map with a serious expression; arrows read ‘annoyed about everything except hiking and sometimes also hiking’ and ‘only one who can read a map’. a man with his hands on his hips looking at the viewer; arrows read ‘arranges hikes and then doesn’t go on them’ and ‘good at arguing’.
the second image is a collection of four digital drawings of thomas fairfax, a man with long dark hair, a moustache, and a beard. he is wearing seventeenth-century clothing. one is a full-body coloured drawing of him sitting in a chair facing away from the viewer with his legs folded and his hat on his knee. the other three are uncoloured: two are headshots of him as a young man and an older man, and the third shows him sitting at a table reading a piece of paper with an expression of concentration.
the third image is a coloured digital portrait of thomas fairfax as an older man. he is clean-shaven and has long dark hair and a scar across his cheek. he is wearing a dark doublet and a large white falling band, and is looking to the left of the image with a serious expression.
end image description.]
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began as "how can I make Johnny into a cobra like mersnake" and became butchered little mermaid-esque but in... reverse? I know it's weird
but johnny having to go be a mer for nebulous sid or kreese rated reasons, i know i know i dont know either. the cobras hanging out with Johnny when they can? considering giving up their hair karate so that johnny can be human again? Daniel striking a deal with sea witch Finnfolk Terry Silver to help Johnny maybe
Does it make sense? Not at all. Will I inflict it on you all? Very much so. Also shoutout to @desolateice who let me steal and butcher her finnfolk idea.
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