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happyheidi · 1 year
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Winter in Moominvalley ❄️ {2/2}
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triflesandparsnips · 7 months
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Okay, so we started with this first question, and the results are now in:
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So now it's time for the next question:
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byler-alarmist · 9 months
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Jonathan: Do you remember the first day we met? It was the first day of senior year. I knew nobody. I had no friends. I felt so alone, and so scared. But I saw you on the pizza van, and you were alone too, just smoking by yourself. And I just walked up to you and I asked.....I asked if you wanted to smoke some weed. You said "yes".......you said yes. It was the best weed I ever smoked.
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catladychronicles · 6 months
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Baby Pee-Wee with mini pumpkin
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barmadumet · 2 months
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Did a little loveseat switcheroo 💕
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2023:
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stardustinthesky · 8 months
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Trouble at home, pt. 2
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keep-it-light · 2 months
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RANDOM RAIMI PART DEUX!!! Enjoy!
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homicidalfantrolls · 3 months
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Save the Scratches
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A view into that I bet you’re wondering how I got here moment.
Khirti, Dia and Leo belong to @trollcafe
Doc
The more you pondered and the harder you thought about the situation at hand, the more convinced you become that the entire thing had to be some sort of divine prank. Had you been one to dabble in conspiracy theories (or just day to day fleet operations as some would claim) you would be insistent that this was all orchestrated beyond your pathetic attempts to do so. A two step plan. Go to the ball. Ask Dia to dance. Dance with him. Answer the question that you’d been too chicken shit to do months ago. Profit.
Instead, you became tangled in a spider’s web made of silk you could spend the next fifteen sweeps in the fleet working towards and still not be able to afford a yard of.
Dionis pays no attention to you or his matesprit as he examines various fabrics and patterns. He and the seamstress go back and forth, tittering on about inseams and waist sizes and words you had half a mind to believe they made up on the spot. Leo had been smart enough to bring a puzzle book with him. You only had your bouncing leg and enough anxiety to run a steam engine.
“Can I have a page?” You finally ask the massive seadweller next to you.
“It’s sudoku,” Leo responds, deadpan and without looking up from his book.
“So? I like puzzles.”
“You liked building and assembling,” Leo corrects, as if what he said made any bit of sense.
“What does—“
You’re cut off by Dionis returning. For the first time since he left, Leonra lifts his attention from his book to look upon his matesprit. Leo had always had his emotions under lock and key, his expressions never revealing much. Whether that was because of his dealings with Deepbite or it was the way he’d always been, you couldn’t say.
What you could say, however, was how much happier he seemed since you last saw him. Leo had always carried himself stiffly, something your foolish younger self had attributed to ego. While he still carried himself with a similar stiffness, it was now due to the pain plaguing his leg instead of the fear of being ambushed at any moment.
That was a level of guilt you didn’t have the brain capacity to process right now.
“Your suit will be ready in a few days. Plenty of time for adjustments,” Dionis informs you with a pleasant chirp to his voice. There was no denying he was much more excited about this whole endeavor than you were.
“Dionis, I—“
“I’m going to hope you’re planning to thank me instead of complain about cost or try to back out of this. I get enough of that from Leonra,” he interrupts with a flick of his tail. “You were much more receptive to this than he usually is. Don’t ruin this for me, dear. Don’t forget whose hive you're sleeping at. You go back to that motel and the conversation will be about the smell, not the mysterious purpleblood galavanting around.”
While there was too much in his words to unpack, you find yourself settling on the least frightening aspect of it.
“But I’m not…a purpleblood.”
“Maybe not. But you are a cusp, dear. You’ve always lived as the lesser end of what you truly are. I think, just for one night, you deserve to act like the half of yourself you were never allowed to show off. Don’t you?”
“He’s been waiting for you.”
The voice that suddenly speaks next to you startles you so terribly that you slap your poor whiskey clean off the counter.
Khirti follows the flight of your glass before turning her attention back to you. Without even so much as a pause, she waves the bartender over.
“Get him another whiskey, will you? Top shelf this time. Not whatever motor oil he had before. I’ll take another as well.”
Whether she didn’t notice your discomfort or just didn’t care, Khirti hops up to sit on the bar in front of you. She stretches one leg over the other, crossing metal over metal in a display that makes your chest ache painfully.
“You can’t pretend you haven’t seen him. Bitch is lit up like a damn road flare. We almost matched but then I’d outshine Tori and defeat the whole point of dragging his grumpy ass here.”
The bartender sets the drinks down in front of you, which earns him a fifty caeger bill from her wallet that she’d stashed in her top.
“Don’t act so surprised, Pip. Dia may not have told you but I’m a social media manager now. I’m sure he told you about our moirail. Gigs like these are a great way to get sponsorships and interest up. Also lets Tori flare his feathers out. Long story short, it pays to do a job for a guy who has no idea what a reasonable amount to pay you is. Also helps to date him.”
Words were not your friend at the moment. Your throat burned despite your whiskey remaining untouched. Your head remained turned away from the women at the bar, your gaze remained fixed on the bottles behind it. The labels were impossible to read from this distance, even from someone with the perfect vision of a pilot. You pretend you can read them anyway. Your brain makes up fake names for the liquor, fictional brands and slogans of vodka and whiskey and tequila.
Twin Sunset lime flavored vodka.
Rocket brand wine cooler.
Cherry tequila brought to you by Radio Silence.
Flower Vodka; An explosion of flavor.
Enjoy the free fall sensation of Loose Screw beer.
Relish the subtle taste of watching the most important figure in your life blow up because you fucked up repairs on your own plane so they couldn’t stay in the air, die because you weren’t fast enough to save her or were too selfish to give up your life to, never be able to look her father in the eyes or—
“You still with me?”
Once again, the sound of Khirti’s voice startled you. Your whiskey thankfully remained unharmed, though your ego did not. Your face feels warm under your mask, your ears pinning back ever so slightly.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Not used to seeing you zoning out. You were usually more vocal about when you were annoying someone.”
You don’t say anything. You’re not sure it’s a choice or an inability to form words. Your throat was closing up, preventing enough air to form coherent thought from entering your body. It was still enough for you to try desperately to come up with an excuse to leave.
“Khirti—“
“Dia told me you decked Mavrik.”
For not the first time since Khirti came over, you find yourself grateful for your mask. While you couldn’t be certain of what expression lie beneath, you do know that your tongue felt dry after you forget to close your mouth.
You swallow, hopefully not as audible to her as it was to you. Your chest burns with a different emotion, one you hadn’t felt since you had punched the man.
“…I did.”
“Why?”
“He’s…not who everyone thinks he is.”
“Dia told me it’s because he lied about how Daisee died. Because you said it was your fault.”
You didn’t know they planned to open the windows. You don’t know why they would in the middle of winter. Maybe you should tell them to close them. Even under your heavy fur cloak, you could feel the chill in the air.
Khirti, however, does not. Despite her dress only containing enough fabric to barely fit the definition, she didn’t flinch. She was as still as the stone countertop she sat upon, her metal legs staying crossed and unmoving.
“K-Khirti, please—“ you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. It barely reaches your own ears. Through your mask and the commotion of the ball, one couldn’t be sure you had even spoken at all.
Khirti, however, heard you perfectly clearly.
“Tell me what happened.”
“I-I-my plane—“
“No, no. Tell me what happened to make you think it was your fault. Everyone knows it was a conspiracy. Everyone knows they were trying to kill me, that they wanted it to look like an accident or incompetence. That Daisee just…got caught up in. So tell me why you think her dying and me losing my legs had anything to do with you. When everyone else knows it didn’t.”
Your chest burns like fire. Your throat felt similar to how it did after every day of special ops training. Of screaming back at your drill sergeant, of swallowing ice cold seawater after as punishment.
“I…Khi—“
“Not now, Pip. Not tonight. There’s more important things going on tonight. Like a sexy limeblood who’s been waiting for you to answer his damn question for the past four months.”
Khirti hops off the bar, landing gracefully on the marble floor.
“Don’t be a stranger, Pip. I’m glad you’re back.”
And with a hand on your shoulder and a kiss to your mask, Khirti was gone.
You had only a few moments to stare into the glass of whiskey before the devil spoken of appears.
When Dia leaves, your anxieties are confirmed.
There was no chance, on any planet, in any galaxy, in any universe you had the balls to pull this off. What the hell were you thinking? You weren’t some kind of knight in shining armor, an action movie hero who could sweep him off his feet all suave and ask him to be your matesprit. You had imagined that scene over and over again to the point that if they asked you to direct a movie on it, you could do it with your eyes closed.
But now that you were here, you’re once again reminded of just how in over your head you were. You didn’t come up with any of this, this wasn’t your plan, your idea. Your original operation was to just…come down here, plain as day, and hope to run into him. Running into Leonra and Dionis was the fluke to end all flukes. Leonra saw no issue with your idea. It was unfortunately his matesprit who had to call you both idiots.
The only reason you hadn’t attended in your normal attire was him. The only reason you got his opinion was a fluke. He would forgive you for wasting his time, right? Leo too. He didn’t want to come but Dionis would have dragged him anyways, independent of him wanting to watch all this play out. It would be fine.
“Don’t be a pussy.”
Leonra’s deadpan tone hit you like a frying pan to the back of the head. You attempt to stammer an excuse out before Dionis interrupts you.
“Honestly, dear. You’ve come all this way. Quite literally, I might add. You took the week off and everything. You’re really planning to leave without saying even a word to him?”
“I…I don’t think he wants to see me. He didn’t know who I was but he flirted with me so I just—I think he’s moved on and that’s fine because I took too long but I don’t—it was a mistake coming here, I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing, I just—“
“Almiss.”
Your rambling is cut off by Leonra’s voice. Your ears pin back under your mask. It’s Dionis who speaks next.
“It wasn’t a mistake coming here. I’ve seen him looking around the entire time. He’s waiting for you, even if neither of you realize it.”
Your frown deepens, eyes avoiding the couple under your mask.
“I just—“
“None of that,” Dionis interrupts you once more. “Look at me.”
You do.
“You love him, and he loves you. So you’re going to go over there and ask him to dance with you. Because if you don’t, I am repossessing that outfit I bought you, right here, in the middle of the ball.”
“And I’ll let him.” Leo chimed in, having returned his focus to his sudoku.
You can’t help but laugh. While still filled to the brim with anxiety, it still felt like a weight off your chest.
“Alright.”
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wxnheart · 7 months
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【Call of Duty】
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Untitled (NSFW-ish) - König x Shy!Reader
"Midnight Waltz" - Taskforce 141 x Reader
Untitled (Realizing their Feelings for the Reader) - Taskforce 141 x Reader
"Operation Cuddlebug" - Price x Civilian!Reader
Comfortcanons - Call of Duty x Reader
"Long Hair, Where?" - Ghost, Soap, König x F!Reader
F*ck Around and Find Out (NSFW) - Call of Duty x Reader
Ace In The Hole - Horangi x Reader
Call Him Babygurl and Make Him the Little Spoon - Call of Duty x Reader
Disrespectful ASF - Call of Duty x Reader
R & R - Soap x Reader/Gaz x Reader
Barbenheimer (Part 1) - Call of Duty x Reader
Untitled (Copping a Feel) - Call of Duty x Reader
Double Trouble - Gaz + Black!Reader
Ghoapbusters, Creme Fraiche edition (NSFW)
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petrovna-zamo · 1 year
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We’re just trying to make each other laugh 📷 📸
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mafaldaknows · 6 months
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If you’re aiming to bamboozle a large quantity of people for some desired outcome, at least be smart about your strategic PR fuckery.
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darling-stevie · 26 days
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oh stilgar, we’re really in it now
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rookieforlife · 2 years
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A day without lesbians is like a day without sunshine.
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txemrn · 2 years
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And you are writing about a couple in their thirties in a very believable way, showing Ethan's maturity and his life experience. And that is what many authors here fail to do, and it's not hate; their stories often have many other strengths but not necessarily this one. And yes, Ethan is not old - jokes aside - because he's not. He's an experienced guy, set in his ways. Some people still believe in fairytales of change of a man's character or his interests because of a woman. Come on, wake up:D
Hello again, Anon! lol Long time, no chat... 😂
I have to tell you; I am LAUGHING so hard of embarrassment. I read my Asks, and then decided, "Okay, I'll answer them one by one," and my brain completely had a fart and, well, needless to say... we agree! lol
I didn't get a chance in part 1 to thank you for your kind words about my Tatum and my character development attempts. I try to work with canon as much as a can because technically, Ethan and Tatum's story is post-series... well, pre-series and post-series. (shameless plug: I do have a new series coming out called Like Ships in the Night where I try to weave parts of canon with Tatum. I hope it's interesting!).
I know I mentioned this in part 1, but I thought I would share some more because... well, I talk too much! lol
Not saying that you nor I said this, but I do not think my Ethan is the only Ethan and the only way to write Ethan. He's actually a very complex character to write, and I don't think I have him nailed down perfectly. Shoot, there are some fics right now where I STILL question myself, wondering, "Would Ethan do that?" LOL! Now I'm thinking WWED?
But, heck, I like him. lol And he makes my Tatum happy.
I agree that there are some very creative takes on Ethan, but again: tumblr and writing fanfiction serve as escapes for some people. So, if someone wants to write him as this multi-billionaire that seems to never work and takes lavish vacations all around the world that always answers to MC and is always the butt of her jokes and sexts with her when he's in a meeting and they have sex 50x/week and it's always amazing and MC always orgasms, and not to mention, MC and Ethan are celebrities and are on the cover of all these magazines and MC is fashion forward and goes on shopping sprees at Versace and Chanel... (and the list goes on lol) then I say, "GO FOR IT!" If it makes someone happy and it helps them break from the craziness of real life, they should be allowed to do so in peace. They aren't harming anyone and they are making their little heart happy...
I'm naturally curious as to why some may write these characters so OOC, but again: if it's going to help them cope or make them feel good, enjoy the fantasy. I just hope that if these stories are stemming from a sad or angry place IRL, I hope they are getting the help they need.
Thank you, thank you, thank you again for joining me! I wish I could give you a big ol hug! I hope you have a fantastic day! 💜
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brucenorris007 · 2 years
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“Gorchy?” She asked.
It must’ve been if he thought he’d accessed Mystical Monkey Power in his sleep. From what she knew–embarrassingly little, actually; something else they should talk about when they weren’t completely fried–tapping into it required intention and concentration.
“Gorch-tacular,” Ron murmured. Kim crouched next to him; she wondered if the dark circles under her eyes matched his. “Sorry I woke you up.”
Kim shrugged, mustering half a smirk for his benefit.
“Better than bringing the house down.”
Given what he’d pulled off only hours earlier, they were lucky he hadn’t. He huffed out a breath that wasn’t quite the laugh she’d been going for and threw his head over either shoulder.
“Rufus?” He called quietly.
The smallest of their team peeked out from behind the TV stand on the other side of the room; Kim could only imagine he’d bolted to get clear of Ron’s night terror. He scampered across the floor, crawling up Ron’s pant leg toward his shoulder. He settled near a little nook made by her wrist and Ron’s neck, letting out a gaping yawn.
Something in her stomach uncoiled at the sight; of all the scenarios that’d run through her head on the way downstairs, this was infinitely better than any of them. Their team together and intact despite the Lorwardians’ best efforts. She could do anything, but she really didn’t need another mission right now.
None of them did.
“Hey,” she said. Ron looked up, blinking at her. She pulled her hand back slowly, letting Rufus fall into her palm so she could set him more securely onto Ron’s shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go to the treehouse.”
Ron’s eyebrows shot up; he looked about as surprised at her suggestion as she felt. It’d just been the first idea that came to mind. Maybe she’d picked up a little of his impulsiveness.
“Now?” He asked, still staring at her like she’d grown a second head.
She shrugged, taking his hand in hers and standing up. It was a good idea, the more she thought about it; they were both still restless, and being together might help them settle their nerves and eventually get some desperately needed sleep. Global Justice would want to debrief both of them after such a major sitch, not to mention the cleanup all over the world and…
Later. Right now, she was with her boyfriend.
Ron let her pull him to his feet; by silent agreement, he went into the kitchen where they’d stashed their emergency mission gear–and, knowing him, to get a few midnight snacks–while she folded up the sheet he’d been using and raided a closet for a blanket.
“Kimmie?”
She turned back to find Dad at the foot of the staircase, rubbing at his eyes. Kim wondered at the fact that the Tweebs had actually listened to her.
“The boys were outside Ron’s room.”
‘Never mi~nd.’
“Said you heard something? Everything okay, hon?”
“We’re fine, Dad,” she said at a whisper. She tucked the covers under her arm. “Ron’s just a little freaked. We’re gonna walk over to the treehouse.”
“At this hour?” Dad asked, frowning. “Alone?”
Kim’s temper chafed at the implied concern; she didn’t appreciate excessive coddling or overprotectiveness on a good day, and she seriously didn’t need it now.
“We’re just going to talk,” she said evenly. “Don’t”
“Sweetheart,” Dad said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “If that’s what you two need–just, make sure we can call you, okay?”
Kim blinked up at him; the gray in his hair and wrinkles on his face seemed more pronounced than usual.
Maybe Ron wasn’t the only one feeling a little freaked.
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kryp2nt · 2 years
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part ✌️
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