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ghouljams · 4 months

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Regency AU with Price (as always the gif does not represent the reader, only the vibe)

Tags: first meetings, social faux pas, love at first sight, British imperialism mention, classism, a little period typical misogyny, Price keep your hands to yourself please

You've never deluded yourself into thinking you're marriage material, never concerned yourself with your lack of marriage prospects. The child of a doctor with no title to his name, and a midwife with even less. You're in good standing, but you know well enough that among the delicate fingers of the noble ladies, you're a sore thumb.

A captain is certainly out of reach for someone like you. You don't mind, of course, you're perfectly content to remain single and eventually take over your father's practice. Still, you do look up with the rest of the crowd when the announcement is made. Captain John Price. He's young. Too young to have made such a commission, but his eyes are old and the stern set of his brow, the tight lipped smile, speak to a man who has seen more in his short life than most men will by 80. His eyes meet yours and you look away, snap your fan open to distract yourself from the boiling heat of the greenhouse the party is being held in. That must be what makes your skin prickle.

You bemoan the fact that your friends have lost all interest in conversation in favor of tittering over the new arrival.

"Fresh from the colonies, I hear," one of your friends whispers, "he hasn't been home in a good few years."

"I heard he's going to be made a baron," your other friend whispers back.

"I hear he's rot his dick clean off from scurvy," you grumble.

"Did you now?" A voice rumbles with amusement behind you. You squeeze your eyes shut for a brief second and curse yourself before plastering on a smile and turning to face the man of the hour. You flutter your fan in front of your face and hope it looks more demure than your mouth would suggest.

He's better looking up close. His eyes sparkle, and his smile seems less forced, more open. It's the hint of teeth that break up his lips, different from the tightness he'd given upon announcement. You curtsey, as is proper when meet a man above your station, which is just about every man here. Money can buy you an invitation but not the good will other women may have.

"Captain," you have no follow up for that, so you attempt to mean it as a greeting, "I meant no harm."

His fingers tighten around yours when you try to pull them away, but he does straighten up, apparently unbothered by the surrounding crowd's murmurs. He must have hit his head and been sent home due to madness. You're sure that's the only explanation for the heat in his eyes and the smirk on his lips. A man who's lived a life of violence and still holds himself so tall shouldn't bow his head to you.

"Of course not," he holds his hand out, and like a fool you place your fingers against his. He doesn't raise your hand to his lips like so many other men, he bows to it. Bows to meet your knuckles with his lips. Bows with his arm tight behind his back and his eyes lowered. As if you were the queen, and not some doctor's daughter. Your face bursts with heat and you glance around to be sure there aren't any eyes on you.

"Please don't do that," you tell him quietly, whispering it furtively to try and stem the murmurs. His grip on your hand shifts, drops your fingers to hold your wrist.

"Perhaps you'd prefer something else?" He pulls your arm up, turns your hand over to press his lips against the thrumming pulse in your wrist, his gaze holds yours all the while. Your stomach flips pleasantly. The tips of your fingers brush against his dark hair, and you imagine you can feel it through your gloves. "A dance? Or an apology?" He kisses further past your wrist, pulling you closer, "Or perhaps I should be asking for one from you." Another kiss, just below the bend of your elbow.

Was there a crowd? You can't imagine there's anything but you and the captain? No one in the world but the two of you standing in front of each other as his lips skate the top edge of your glove. The feeling of his skin against yours is like touching the inside of an oven, a short shock that makes you want to pull away, a heat that lingers long after the touch is gone. Have you ever wanted to put your hand in a fire so badly?

"Would you like me to apologize?" You ask him, pushing your voice out even past the breathless bubble in your chest. He closes his eyes, tips his head to run his nose against your skin with a sigh.

"Never."

It's so simple a word and yet it drops like a heavy weight into your stomach. It roots you, binds you, when his hand touches the small of your back to pull you closer you go without a second thought. Spellbound.

"God," he breathes, "I'd have come home sooner if I knew you were waitin' for me."

"You don't even know me," You smile, feeling like you've been let in on a joke only the two of you know.

"Oh sweetheart," something in his voice is cloying sweet, something in his eyes -so stormy blue you'd think he bottled the ocean tides just to see through their colored glass- that speaks to a promise you never hoped for, "I've got a lifetime to learn."

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katranga · 4 months

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say hello to my tav, duck!! thank you sm to @twiddletaffy for the comm!!

duck (they/them) is annoying as a form of affection, and lives to fuck around and find out. they ""know better"" than to fall for astarion, but you can see how well that works for them in my fic, it's in you to give (explicit), first chap up now on ao3!

#i love them sm #bg3 art #bg3 tav #bg3 #kat speaks #oc: duck

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thelemonsnek · 10 months

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Coolest kids in the parking lot :]]

[image id: a fully colored digital drawing of seven pokemon. Going from left to right, is a shiny porygon-z, a staraptor, a noiven, an ambipom, a hydreigon, a hisuian goodra, and a barboach. The staraptor and noivern are both flying to the right, seeming to be in a race while the porygon-z frantically flies after them. The ambipom is talking animatedly to the hydreigon, hisuian goodra, and barboach, who are all listening intently. The barboach is sitting on the hisuian goodra's head. The background is a parking lot, with two red brick buildings on the right side forming a L shape together. The sky is blue and has light, fluffy clouds. End id]

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hheisa · 5 months

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I'm pretty bored so I drew Duck (Aka ADHD sans) on ibis paint

Duck is made by @ gudulle_vinyls on Tik Tok!!

#Duck sans #Anx sans #Sans au #Sans oc #Undertale au #My art

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burrotello · 4 months

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TADC OC (designed with @sillyminny !!)

His name is Bumper! he’s the most levelheaded person in the circus even though he wants to get out just as badly as the rest of them do.

he’s also a suck up for Caine since he thinks that’ll better his chances of leaving (It really won’t.)

And his turnaround!

That’s all

live laugh love

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc fanart #tadc oc #tadc original character #tadc caine #oc #original character #my oc #my art #art #artwork #sketch #sketches #hes really large #like #he has to duck to get into a doorway

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psuedofolio · 5 months

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Here we are with 91-96 of my 100 character sketches. This week I was in the mood to revisit some of my oldest characters that I'm still fond of.

As I'm nearing the end of this little project I'm inevitably getting more reflective. What will the last set be? Who will be the last characters? Am I trying to make a statement with this?

Instead, I think I'll try my best to just keep having fun with it and going with my instinct. It seems to have served me well so far. And it's given me an opportunity to revisit some old friends.

Flavor text goes as follows:

1: "And can we stop by the Bean?"

2: "In the time it takes me to pull off my helm, I could be killed. I don’t care. I just want to breathe."

3: Echo was always mad when the other guys would mess with their connections. They would always bring up the same anecdote, "You cross the wrong wires and flip the wrong switch and you get a feedback loop and blow out the speakers AND your ears."

4: Roj was about 15 minutes into her Game Awards watch along stream before she noticed that her "tab of unspeakable fanfics" was visible on camera.

5: Ashley had one thought in her head when she felt the rip in the shopping bag, "Please tell me that wasn't the iPad."

#character a day #ocs #original character #sketches #question duck

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maruchanart · 1 year

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Wow look nothing!

#dhmis #dont hug me im scared #dont hug me im shit posting #digital style #dashcon #fanart #oc art tag #shitpost #red guy #duck #duck guy #yellow guy

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raindrop-righteous · 1 year

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these things !!!

#dhmis #dont hug me im scared #dhmis oc #dhmis red guy #dhmis duck #dhmis yellow guy #blanc the speech bubble #maddox magnifying glass #aida the medkit

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kicktwine · 8 months

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at every opportunity I will pop my limit break

#my art #ffxiv #ff14 #DOODLING. I THOUGHT THE DUCKS PICTURE WAS FUNNEE #alisaie leveilleur #ch’ari (oc)#miqo’te #ffxiv wol #idk

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possessedpasm · 5 months

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Duck with hands

#my art #anthro #furry #my ocs #traditional art #artists on tumblr #duck #his name is Duke :) very clever ha ha

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ghouljams · 1 month

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Because of you I’m constantly thinking about cowboy!ghost and cowboy!konig’s thick waists. Hmmm I bet my papi price has one too. It makes me salivate. It haunts and follows me everywhere. Thank you for these divine depictions my deity 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

(I’m such a slut for how plush these dirty men are) (Also sorry I keep letting these horny thoughts out in your asks..it’s a disease now I think)

God, yeah. You know Price is eating good, best fed man in Texas by his account, previously the best fed man in England and he had to WORK to keep from showing it, but now?? Oh he is enjoying the strong man physique, he's got that soft around the middle padding that just makes him looks stronger. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror and inspecting the layer of fat over his pecs, over what used to be abs, leaning closer to check the sprinkling of grey starting to make its way through his beard. Price thinks he looks pretty good. He doesn't miss the hard lines, feels like he's got more fuel in the tank to do the heavy lifting.

He especially likes settling you on his stomach, moving your hips back and forth, back and forth, grinding your pretty pussy against his happy trail, slicking the coarse dark hair with your wetness. He loves the way your fingers squeeze his pecs, the way you grip at his soft edges for purchase as he pleasures you. It feels an awfully masturbatory if he's being honest, making his pretty wife grind against his hairy stomach, watching your hips buck as your clit is teased by his curls, the rough hair dragging against your soft folds. Oh he can almost feel that sweet cunt clenching around nothing as he grinds your hips down against him. Price may say this is for you, but it's not, it's for him.

He just wants to watch you fall apart and know that he's the one who made that happen. He wants to hear your whimpers as you work up the courage to beg for his cock, or he wants to force you to come without it. Either way he gets a show, so why shouldn't he move you like a toy? That's what you are, isn't it? A toy? Brainless and shuddering with your eyes rolling back as he makes each little zap of pleasure roll through your clit and up your spine. He rocks you back, inches you grind by grind towards his cock until you're desperately trying to follow the motion of his hands, you pretty pussy drooling as it rubs against his fat cock. You try to lift your hips and he pulls them back down, shushing you. He knows baby, Daddy know you want him to fuck you, but he can't right now, you have to earn it. You can do that, right? Of course you can, smart girl.

You just have to let him keep doing what he was doing, bringing you to the edge of pleasure like a toy, building all that tight delicious heat in the pit of your stomach until you can't take it anymore and start to beg. And you will beg. Then he'll pull you back to his stomach, and make you come all over it. Come all over the body you helped build with all your wonderful cooking, and then he'll thank you properly. Just let him have his fun for now, and fall apart.

Good girl.

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katranga · 4 months

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druid tav biting enemies in wildshape and coming out of it with their mouth bloody, chin and neck dripping red, and astarion catching them in a filthy kiss to lick the fresh blood off their tongue

#has this been done yet?#i am putting this in my fic as we speak #astarion #bg3 #kat speaks #blood tw #bg3 text post #oc: duck

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thelemonsnek · 11 months

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Kamado your survey corps member is gnc af

[image id: a digitally drawn reference page of a pokemon oc, Varadian. He is a white person with long purple hair. There are two outfits shown in the ref: his survey corps uniform from Hisui, and his outfit from modern day Sinnoh. In Hisui, he wears his hair in a bun, and the uniform is a pinkish-red scarf, a blue puffy jacket with white fluff around the neck and ends of the sleeves, dark blue pants, and woven sandals. In Sinnoh, he's wearing a black cropped jacket with a purple stripe on each sleeve, a yellow crop top, dark purple pleated skirt, and tall black and pink boots, with his pokeballs tied on a rope around his waist. He also still wears his scarf from Hisui.

In the first drawing, Varadian sits on a log, feeding a plump bean to his Goomy. He's smiling softly and seems relaxed. In the next drawing, he's standing aggressively and holding a pokeball, as if just before a battle. To the side of him are seven boxes showing his different pokemon - a Hisuian Goodra named Spot, an Ambipom named Onion, a shiny Porygon-Z named Duck, a Noivern named Gamer, a Hydreigon named Bumper, a Staraptor named Polaris, and a Barboach named Wiggles. Underneath these are their pokeballs. All of them are Hisuian pokeballs with different carvings done into the tops, except for Porygon-Z's, which is a modern pokeball.

Text at the top left reads: "Varadian - he/him", "From Hisui - was part of the Survey Corps", and "Transported to modern-day Sinnoh via a space-time distortion". End id]