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nando161mando · 1 month
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bigshot · 4 months
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@armstrongstyles asked: 🤕 - to dress your muse’s wound .>:)
"[[#^%#]] !! ! ! C O L D --- !!!"
The first bit of cold pvc filler Brad applies to the crater in Spamton's chest has the puppet's complaints hitting embarrassingly high octaves, voice actually cracking.
He's not sure how Brad convinced him to let him do this, but he understands why he wants to. It's much the same reason Spamton insisted on bandaging Brad's shoulder after he'd bitten him- a sense of responsibility. The need to make things right,
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"Y0U DID-- YOU DID SAY 1T [[Watch as it changes color!!]]??? RIHGT??" But no number of good intentions will make him feel less exposed or anxious. He can only imagine what Brad's thinking...
Little hands grip the edges of the chair he's on hard, trying to look everywhere but at his own disgusting body or Brad or the pink goop he's holding. All that's doing is winding him up more, though, "YOU'RE-- Y-YOUR SURE YOU'RE [Okie dokie] DOING THIS???"
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iknowmorethanyou · 1 month
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aparticularbandit · 10 days
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Out of Context WIPs Game
tagged by: @adhdavinci - I moved it to a new thread; hope that was cool!
Rules: Pick a few wips and badly summarize them. Ask your followers to select which they'd be most likely to read!
tagging: @our-blood-is-our-ink, @only-freaking-sunflowers, @princescar, @allofthebeanz
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oddlyhale · 1 month
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Reposting this because I was sorting my files and found this. It's still one of my favourite gifs I made. (Me responding to the meme above.)
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bedlamsbard · 2 months
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Natasha POV of the opening scene of Of Home Near! (Original version here.) About 1.1K below the break.
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Sometimes Natasha thought that Howard Stark just liked looking at Steve.
She had seen Tony watch Pepper when he thought no one else was looking, and there was a little of that in the way Howard watched Steve, his chin propped on one hand and his eyes going soft and pleased.  Part of it might have been only that Howard had missed his best friend while Steve had been presumed dead and was more than a little afraid that Steve would vanish if he looked away, but if there was one thing other than how to kill people Natasha knew, it was how to read men.
She couldn’t exactly blame Howard for it.  She liked looking at Steve too, and she was the one who was in his bed every night.  She had the right to look, which was still a fairly novel sensation for her.
By the time they had been there for a week, everyone in the SSR was getting fairly stir-crazy due to the lockdown Howard had imposed.  As far as Natasha could tell, no one was actively opposed to it; despite Howard’s attempts to spread a more mundane version of the story, rumors of Captain America’s dramatic return had spread and at this stage in the war everyone in the SSR was paranoid enough to understand the reasons for the lockdown.  It just didn’t mean they enjoyed it.  It also meant that they were running short-handed since Howard had instituted the lockdown in the middle of the night, when most of the SSR’s personnel had already gone home.
They were in Howard’s office, Natasha watching Howard watch Steve and wondering if Steve had any idea that Howard Stark was in love with him, when she heard the sudden silence in the lab outside.  Steve cocked his head to one side, listening, then suddenly went white.  Natasha looked at him in concern, then turned as the door opened behind them.
“Stark, you are aware there’s still a war on, aren’t you?  We can’t drop everything to hop across the Channel just on your say-so.”
The speaker was a tall army officer with a weathered face, wearing a colonel’s insignia and SSR pins.  There was a woman with him, mouth painted red and brown hair perfectly coiffed, and four years ago Natasha had seen both of their portraits flanking Howard Stark’s in an old SHIELD building in New Jersey not long before Hydra had blown it to hell.
Howard’s gaze flickered quickly to Steve’s still face before he straightened up. “I didn’t think this one could wait,” he said.  “And you took your time coming back; I called you a week ago.”
“Because there’s still a war on,” the woman said.  Steve shut his eyes at the sound of her voice, breathing hard, and Natasha closed her hands into fists.  She might be sleeping with him now, might have his name and his borrowed ring on her finger, but she was under no illusions about where she ranked on a scale that included Peggy Carter.  “Well, what is it?”
Howard looked at Steve again instead of responding.  Steve breathed in deeply, then opened his eyes and turned around.  “Peggy,” he said, then swallowed hard and added, “Sir,” to Chester Phillips.
Phillips blinked once, clearly startled, and said, “Rogers.”
Peggy didn’t say anything at all.  She just walked forward until she could put her arms around Steve.  Natasha bit the inside of her cheek as Steve hugged her back, his whole body briefly going slack with relief, like he had gotten something back that he had never expected to have again.  Which he had.
When Peggy finally pulled back, she reached up for him, and this time Natasha looked away, belatedly aware of Howard Stark’s sharp gaze tracking the motion.
Steve said, “Peggy, wait – wait –” and Natasha looked back, startled.
Peggy seized his left hand, staring at the ring on his finger, and said, “You –!”  Then she punched him in the face.
Steve staggered backwards and almost fell.  Natasha and Howard caught him to steady him as he got his feet under him again, staring at Peggy with huge, hurt eyes.
“Well,” Howard said, releasing him once he was sure that Natasha had a good grip on Steve’s other arm, “at least she didn’t shoot you this time.”
“Thanks, Howard,” Steve said, touching his jaw gingerly. “That really makes me feel better.”  He was trembling a little under Natasha’s hands, but his voice was even.  Since she had seen him take a punch from a god without flinching, she suspect his reaction was more surprise than anything else.
Peggy shot Natasha a hard look that both took in the ring on her left hand and quite obviously found her wanting.  Natasha met her gaze calmly, not willing to let herself waver and undermine Steve.
“Glad to see you’re in fine form, Rogers,” Colonel Phillips said, turning to shut the door on the audience they had acquired in the lab.  He looked at Natasha and added, “Is this the lucky lady?”
“Natasha Rogers, Colonel Phillips, Agent Carter.”  She let go of Steve and offered the colonel her hand.  His grip was firm and dry; she saw him register her pistol calluses and nod a little, giving Steve a contemplative look that was probably at least as much evaluating his taste in women as gauging anything about Natasha.
Natasha felt the pistol calluses on Peggy Carter’s palm and fingers as the other woman squeezed her hand a little too hard, her expression suggesting that she would have liked to rip Natasha’s throat out with her teeth.  Her gaze tracked the scar at Natasha’s hairline from the Battle of New York as well as the way Natasha shifted her weight after Peggy released her, one professional’s quick evaluation of another.  She didn’t look at Steve, whose expression was miserable.
Howard and Phillips were both looking back and forth between Steve, Peggy, and Natasha like spectators at a three-way tennis match.  Natasha let out her breath, then took Steve’s hand in hers, folding her fingers around his and squeezing a little to reassure him.
She had only been thinking about how Steve might react to Peggy Carter.  It had never occurred to her to worry about how Peggy Carter might react to him.  Or to Natasha, for that matter.
“You were able to bail out?” Phillips asked Steve.
Steve took a deep breath. “Not exactly,” he said. “I didn’t walk away from the crash, either.”  He glanced at Natasha, who nodded a little in response to his unspoken question, then took another deep breath and looked back at Phillips.  “I’m Steve Rogers, but I’m not your Steve Rogers – I mean, I am, I’m just not from 1945.  Nat and I are from 2018.”
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ameliarating · 1 month
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writing pattern tag game
thank you to @lu-sn for tagging me!
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern.
There is something about nausea that Song Lan cannot stand, the way his stomach feels as if it is curdling and pleating, the way he can feel his old food wake up inside him, the way his saliva grows hot and angry in his throat, filling his mouth. (from Knots)
Pete can hold his breath for five minutes and thirty two seconds underwater, but normally he doesn’t have to. (from Deep Dive)
A cultivator in white kneels by the body of a man in black. (from Remains)
It’s not the violence that bothers Pete. (from Civil Hands)
He’d had a tail for a while. (from Lex Talionis)
Baoshan Sanren descended her mountain. (from Three Treasures)
The man was Xue Yang. (from A Wiser Fool)
As a child Wangji tells you secrets and slips polished stones into your sleeves. (from Scholar's Rock)
He found Xingchen. (from Restoration)
Xiao Xingchen is sick. (from Lover to your Nightmare)
Okay, so it looks like, with a few exceptions) I have a penchant for starting fics with short, declarative sentences. Not very surprising, as I like to alternate very long and very short sentences, and it's often easier to set the tone with a shorter one.
Fun meme! Tagging @veliseraptor, @silvysartfulness (who I encourage to do this with chapters and not just fic as she has been slaving away a long time on a multi-chaptered fic), and @gloriousmonsters
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spectrayus · 1 month
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aprylynn · 1 month
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Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!
Tagged by: @sevencoloredstar forever ago! Thank you, Karen :)))))
Name(s): Apryl
Pronouns: she/her
Star Sign: Aries
Siblings & Fun Facts About Them (if you have any): 2 brothers, one older and one younger. They're both smarter than me. My older brother is a nurse anesthetist (i can't even say that right 😭😭😭) and my younger brother is a university professor. I don't get to see them as much as I'd like and I'm crying now just thinking about them
Pets: a dog.
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He's 15 and if I think about him too much I'll start crying again!
Fandoms: currently just kpop. I reblog other things I like but I'm not in those fandoms.
Favorite color: orange
Favorite song: Trivia Love by BTS
Favorite Author: I haven't read anything in forever. At one time I probably would have said Tolkien
Hobbies: music, playing piano, crocheting
Favorite Holiday: I don't know if I have one
Do You Have Any Partner(s)?: my husband
Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: The idea of thinking of a fun fact about me gives me anxiety which is fun 😂😂😂
Tagging @lauraperfectinsanity @summerwave @minisugakoobies @epiphanytear @cordiallyfuturedwight @cosmicdreamgrl if you want to 💗💗💗
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starspray · 2 months
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Badly Summarized WIP game
thanks for the tag, @gwaedhannen & @thescrapwitch!
Go forth and vote!
I have no idea who else has been tagged at this point. Tagging anyone who sees this and wants to make a silly poll!
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wielderofthechainsaw · 6 months
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yall my friends sister hates me bc shes a mr plant fangirl and my online persona is argos 😭😭 im not gonna post her video for privacy but heres my response video
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nando161mando · 3 months
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bigshot · 2 months
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not accepting
He was right to hire security.
Being in a rough part of town, carrying occasional high value goods, and just being Spamton make it a necessity. It was only a matter of time until somebody tried a robbery.
Deafened by the sound of shots fired, Spamton ducks into the reinforced space beneath his shop's counter with zero hesitation. The noises that follow keep him rooted in place. The sounds of a struggle and gunmetal hitting the floor should be some kind of comforting, but when they're quickly replaced by familiar fury and the sound of a man's skull repeatedly being bashed for a few too many minutes...
"HEYHEYHEY!!! HE'S [Well done]!!!" It takes a lot of strength to peek out from his hiding place and even more not to duck back in, "BRAD- HE'S [[Down for the Count]]!!!"
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"JUST... GOOD DAMN,!MAN!! [Cheese And Rice ],!! YOU'RE MAKING A MESS...EMPTY HIS [POCKET SAND] TOSS HIM OUT BACK,, ALRIGHT??!?"
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iknowmorethanyou · 1 month
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Follow up
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yasmindifference · 2 years
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AU: Jason Todd the werewolf
1. Absolutely zero shame. Jason's not one of those tortured "oh, I'm a monster, I'm cursed, save yourself from me" people, oh no. Jason is a werewolf and proud. Jason is ready and willing to square off against anyone who even hints at lycanthrophobia.
2. Wolf Jason is both terrifying and adorable. He likes to cuddle and is very weak for scritches, but he's also huge. I'm thinking he's a born were so he's been transforming his whole life, and part of him still pictures himself as the puppy that used to curl up on his mom's lap. He's now significantly larger and has been known to squish people a little.
3. That said, he's very picky about who gets to be around him when he transforms. Bruce used to be an "always," but post-resurrection he's a "never." Dick is a "sometimes" depending on how they're getting along.
4. Tim's a never at first and Jason expects him to stay a never, but then there are bad guy shenanigans that mean he's trapped with Tim when the full moon rises and wolf Jason gets stuck with him. Turns out, Tim gives the best scritches and even better cuddles. Tim is now an always and wolf Jason will be VERY SAD if Tim misses a moon. Tim wouldn't want wolf Jason to be sad, would he?
(Wolf Jason's puppy eyes are as lethal as human Jason's guns.)
5. Jason is possessive as heck. What's his is his and therefore nobody else's. There may or may not be an incident where human Jason literally growls at Alfred the Cat when he catches the little pest cuddling up to Tim. Those are Jason's scritches and Jason's pets. He will squish that cat like a bug, don't test him.
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oukiyaba · 5 months
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fmk @kuinaoflight @hoodedchishiya @hinataxsunshine
Fuck: @kuinaoflight Marry: @hinataxsunshine Kiss: @hoodedchishiya 'Shiya gets a forehead kiss. Because he's my child.
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