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arctic-bookclub · 3 months
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i'm rewatching phil's day 2 qsmp prison vod after watching missa's vod and i want to list a couple of things i noticed and just, really like
whenever qmissa's near qphil he always goes to stand next to him
whenever qmissa is away from qphil he often looks around for qphil often asking ¿dónde está Philza?
whenever qphil is near qmissa he often stares at him either directly or in f5
they both focus on each other whenever there's a crowd
qphil sprints out of any and all open doors like a bird flying through a slightly cracked open cage door (a menace /positive)
whenever qmissa is looking for qphil, qphil is almost always in either solitary confinement or trying to escape the prison
qmissa desperately trying to help with the spanish words during the language classes (him screaming hints at qphil)
quacki, just all of quacki (I JUST HEAD HER SAY "i like being with you" AT QPHIL PIPIPIPI :((( )
both the ways qphil and qmissa latch onto each other (qmissa standing by qphil's side, qphil staring at qmissa from a distance) are something you'll easily miss from the other's pov (qmissa often stands just a bit away from qphil's line of sight, qphil often stands further away or behind qmissa)
ghostbit was clearly visible in qmissa's pov multiple times but somehow he kept missing him
when quacki asks qphil if he'll go on a date with qmissa if she places down a trapdoor for him, he says "yeah- yeah i've- i've been on- i've been on- y'know- yeah" (can you tell what part of the vod i'm on rn) like hello?? sir??
the way qphil just, dips from confrontations with the guards like idk how to explain it but the way he just jumps into conversation after another escape attempt while the guards are still shooting at him is unparalleled
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sheyhem · 6 months
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YOU CAN REPLY ON SIDEBLOGS NOW???????????????????
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sheyshen · 1 year
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alts on wow are more or less set for dragonflight (just need to do a little bag cleanup and want to work on some alts), working raya through the main story gradually on xiv and coming up with way too many headcanons, getting the itch for swtor again so might pop on there a bit and work on an alt or something over the weekend or ACV a little... and also wanting to watch MHA and air gear recently. also moana. so might pop one of those on
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snowy-weather · 2 years
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Do I have a weird thing with Dunmer, or are the Dunmer guys in Skyrim just all great? XD
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kiachnishsblog · 1 year
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I am not okay after today’s episode
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dragonbleps · 2 years
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I took this screenshot a couple days ago and only just noticed the guard sdfghjkl
Sir??
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solreefs · 2 years
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Wait how do you guys pronounce “Maruca Chebota”
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When you realize you uploaded the unedited version of your chapter.
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cloudeling · 2 years
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peppermint has decreed that there will be no homework tonight
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sheyshocked · 2 years
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NaNoWriMo Update
Had a great writing session yesterday. I really enjoy writing this part of the book. And you know what’s funny? It wasn’t even in the original outline (and I have no idea whether it makes it to the final cut, but oh well 😅 What matters so far is that I had a blast writing it and that’s it).
Well... back to work I guess.
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boobo13cambridge · 2 months
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Sheila Ki Jawani | Kylian Mbappé
"I know you want it, but you're never gonna get it.
Tere haath kabhi na aani
(I will never come into your hands)
Maane na maane koi duniya yeh saari,
(Whether anyone believes it or not,)
Mere ishq ki hai deewani.
(This whole world is crazy behind me.)"
The music was blasting from the Bluetooth speaker that Kylian had got you for Valentine's Day after you had complained to him that your iPhone wasn't enough to jam to your favorite songs while getting ready.
Kylian, ever the attentive one, couldn't possibly not buy his bébé anything she asked for. Carefully applying the shade Limitless on your eyelids from your Huda Beauty palette, you were jamming to one of your favorite songs of all time while getting ready for your friend's birthday party. You were so happy that Kiara decided to make it Bollywood-themed because you wanted to wear the gold saree that your mother had gotten for you from her trip to India last month.
"Ab dil karta hai haule haule se,
(Now slowly my heart wants,)
Main toh khud ko gale lagaun.
(Me to embrace myself.)"
You continued shaking your hips in a sensual motion while you curled your lashes and applied a coat of mascara. To be honest, you were running a bit late and hoped Kylian wouldn't come home too soon so you could blame any tardiness on him. As a girl, you felt that being on time was overrated; no matter how much you prepared in advance, it didn't matter. What can you say? Beauty can't be hurried.
"Kisi aur ki mujhko zaroorat kya,
(I don't need anyone else,)
Main toh khud se pyar jataun.
(I'll express my love to myself.)"
This was your favorite part of the song. While waiting for the eyelash glue to dry, you struck a pose at every line.
"What's my name?
What's my name?
What's my name?
My name is Sheila, Sheila ki jawani.
(My name is Sheila, young Sheila.)
I'm too sexy for you,
Main tere haath na aani.
(I will never come into your hands.)
No no no no Shei-"
"Having fun, mon amour?" your husband's voice cut through the music as you stood there, your index finger shaking in front of the mirror with your expression stuck in a deer caught in the headlights motion.
Smirking, your husband stood there leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
"Kyky! What a surprise! I didn't know you were going to be home so early!" you blushed, trying to quickly put your lashes on, while wholly ignoring the fact that you were obviously late.
"Early, bébé? Really? T'es sérieuse?" he said, raising his eyebrows and walking behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "It's 8:00 pm, and we are supposed to leave by 8:15 pm."
"Honestly, Ky. When you really think about it, does it really matter? I mean, it's an Indian birthday party; no one's on time," you rambled on while applying your primer. "Besides, time is just a con-"
"Bébé,"
"-cept. According to Allen Bluedor, time is a result -"
"Bébé,"
"of humans interacting with each other -"
"BÉBÉ!"
"-and socialization processes," you trailed off as he spun you around in his arms and gave you a stern look that made you immediately shut up. Kylian looked positively over your antics, as his dark eyes peered into your soul. The stern press of his mouth made it clear that he was less than impressed with your incorrigible habit of not getting ready on time.
"Qu'est-ce que je t'avais dit la semaine passée quand on a failli être en retard pour la fête à ma mère?" he asked, his thumb tracing circles on your exposed hip bone. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes that had your pulse suddenly racing. A slight shiver went down your spine as you had a hard time looking into his eyes.
"Euh, que j'étais vraiment belle et que de toute façon on avait juste failli être en retard?" you said while fluttering your eyes at him. You knew you were in trouble when you felt his hands tighten around your hips, as he frowned and pursed his lips, almost surprised by your audacity.
"Et maintenant, tu mens, eh?" his growly voice sent a spark of heat into your lower belly as he slowly backed you into the counter. Feeling the edge digging into your back, you placed your hands on the planes of his chest, the soft fabric of his black kurta providing comfort despite the tension in the air.
His right hand, which was on your hip, slid up your body slowly, wrapping around your throat and giving it a light squeeze. Your breath hitched as you felt your panties dampening.
"I asked you a question, and I expect an honest answer, bébé."
"Okay, fine. You told me that if I were late one more time, you would bend me over your knees…"
"Don't get shy on me now, princesse. You've literally had my cock in your mouth."
"Oh my god, Ky. You're such a perv sometime."
"Answer me."
"You would bend me over your knees and spank my ass raw," you mumbled quickly.
"Unfortunately, mon amour, I don't have time to bend you over my knees but I'm sure this counter will do," he said while his left hand slid down your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze.
"Turn around, and bend over."
At this point, you were so turned on that you wanted him to do it, all previous traces of nervousness vanishing from your body as if it was never there in the first place. Gulping, you bit your lip, as you slowly turned around and bent over the cold countertop. you weren't wearing a bra underneath your silk robe, so your nipples were hard as they touched the cool surface.
You heard Kylian inhale sharply as he slowly lifted your flimsy robe, gradually exposing your derrière. You heard him curse as he caressed your soft flesh. A sharp smack on your ass had you whimpering as the sting left behind a film of ecstasy in your soul.
"You're going to count for me now, bébé," he said, his commanding voice slowly seducing you into submission.
"One…" The word barely left your lips when Kylian let out a snort, shaking his head not in amused disbelief at your antics. "T'es drôle. Celui-là ne compte pas."
Despite the dark lust clouding his deep brown eyes, a glint of mischief and a touch of affection shone through. You drove him absolutely mental but he loved every second of it.
"T'es méchant, tu sais," you retorted, a pout forming on your lips, challenging his authority with your audacity.
Smack.
"Deux," you said, your voice laced with defiance, determined to test his limits as the sting of his slap reverberated through you. Glancing at your reflection in the mirror, the person staring back seemed almost like a stranger. A flush of red painted your cheekbones, a vivid testament to the intensity of the moment, while your teeth sank into your plump bottom lip.
"You're such a brat. I shouldn't let you cum for a week," he admonished, his tone firm as he caressed the bruised flesh.
"No! How could you even think of doing that?" You protested breathlessly, alarmed that he would even dare deny you your pleasure.
Just as he was about to retort, the sudden ring of your phone sliced through the charged atmosphere of the room, the beginning notes of Standing Next to You breaking the intimate bubble that you were both confined in.
"Who is it, Ky?" Your voice was curious, a slight edge of impatience cutting through as you tried to peek over his shoulder at the glowing phone screen.
"Oh putain, it's Kiara."
"Oh shit, she's going to kill us. We're so late." The words tumbled out of your mouth, a laugh hiding just beneath the surface, acknowledging that your best friend was about to tear you a new one.
"I wonder whose fault that is, mon amour," Kylian smirked, his gaze teasing and accusatory all at once.
"Ugh, get over it, Ky."
Smack.
"Cheeky brat." His words were a playful growl, the affectionate smack a punctuation to your ongoing banter. "C'mon, let me help you with your saree."
"Je t'aime, bébé." you said blowing a kiss in his direction, giving him a quick peck.
He just rolled his eyes at your antics, the gesture full of love and a resigned acceptance of your playful nature.
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Hi lovelies! I had this in the drafts and finally decided to post it! Yay 😁
I think I’m leaning towards writing short prompts because i have a hard time doing longer ones.
Anyways, I hope you guys like it 😊😊
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arctic-bookclub · 2 months
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out of all the things to corrupt him, a backpack makes so much sense for qphil; he hid his wings in one for ages, his old main backpack was a connection to his family both with albums and the colour + skull resembling qmissa, he used his backpack to maintain balance, it was his aid, a replacement for his wings. why would he ever suspect a backpack of being bad thing? i mean as a cane user i wouldn’t pass off a free sturdy cane that looks cool as hell so no wonder he didn’t even question an equivalent of such to him
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Hey do you know any fics where Stiles is dating Peter or Derek secretly, and Peter/Derek is actually Scott's dad/bro or maybe the Sheriff's friend/colleague? So they have to date secretly? Preferably somewhere in the story they are found out though
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Anonymous asked:
Hi, I wanna know if you or someone have recs on Sterek secret relationship or some Sterek with Scientist/CSI Stiles?
Thank you for all the work you do ❤️
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blissfullycamren02 asked:
Do you know any steter secret relationship fics or stetopher secret relationship fics
For sure!
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When Nothing Else Works by hannah_baker 
(1/1 I 5,915 I Teen I Sterek)
Sheriff Stilinski is slowly and begrudgingly accepting the fact that werewolves exist, regular bad things still do happen sometimes, and his son may or may not be dating Derek Hale behind his back.
Or, the one where having Derek Hale in his bed is the only way Stiles can get to sleep. Much to his father's annoyance.
Sugarcoated by Shey 
(6/6 I 36,806 I Explicit I Steter)
Stiles doesn't want to admit it, but his dad is right—he's trying to pack way too many minimum-wage hours into the five-week break before the new semester starts. But what else is a screwed over college student with a budget tighter than his worn-out skinny jeans supposed to do?
At least he's found some nice, distracting eye-candy to keep his mind off of his problems.
All I Need Is You (And Cookies) by SincerelyLittle
(13/13 I 18,196 I General I Steter)
“Daddy Stiles!” those are the words that ring out the Hale’s backyard, everything seems to stand still for a moment while Stiles opens his eyes to the sight of long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes and a freckled face. He doesn’t blame anyone for believing the kid when she looks so convincingly like a daughter of his own would.
Since said child is so cute, he can forgive her for potentially starting world war 3 - or at least he thought he could until the next words were "Daddy Peter and I brought cookies!" At least he'll have cookies in the middle of battle.
When the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Escalate the Problem by Julibean19
(1/1 I 4,300 I Mature I Steter)
“I didn’t tell you because I knew what you were going to say,” Stiles hedges, shrugging his shoulders.
“And what am I going to say?” John challenges, raising his eyebrows.
“That he’s too old for me and you hate him.”
Peter pushes the screen door open with one hand, the other balancing a perfectly browned quiche. He’s dressed in a dark blue cashmere sweater and grey slacks. To Stiles, he looks like a dream. To his father, he’s sure to look like his worst nightmare.
“He’s too old for you and I hate him,” John says immediately.
Trick or Treat? by steterismylife
(2/2 I 7,898 I Explicit I Sterer)
Stiles has to do a dare and dress up as Red Riding Hood to Lydia's party but they don't know he's dating the big bad wolf. When they find out is when things get ugly.
Disposition by Tulikettu
(7/7 I 56,104 I Explicit I Sterek)
Stiles has an itch. A kinky, kinda dirty itch he needs to scratch.
So why not go on the Internet and look for a complete stranger to scratch it?
Derek needs a partner for his rut.
What a coincidence.
What We Called Love by jadore_hale
(8/8 I 105,140 I Explicit I Sterek)
He’d guessed that if Derek wasn’t paying him for the sex, then he was obviously paying him for the conversation. So Stiles made it a point to talk and never stop. Stiles rambled and Derek sometimes listened. Stiles shouted about X-Men and porn in fancy restaurants, and Derek sometimes grunted in response. Every now and then, Derek would even look up from his phone and make eye contact and blink, which Stiles would always take as a positive and real acknowledgment to his existence.   And they never had sex. Not ever. No matter how badly Stiles wanted them to, and he wanted them to, oh so badly.
Stiles Stilinski has been Derek Hale’s sugar baby for the last three years, and just can’t understand why the man pays him so much damn money.
Or the one where Danny is Miley Cyrus, Dylan Sprouse, Justin Beiber, and Kanye West all in one.
Lovely Penmanship by DLanaDHZ
(31/31 I 110,743 I Explicit I Sterek)
To use a scribe to write your letters is a sign of privilege. To be a scribe is... mildly better than a servant. When Stiles, scribe to Lady Kate Argent, is instructed to write a love letter to Lord Derek Hale in her stead, he has no idea just how far from plan things will go. He has no idea that this series of letters will begin a secret affair under the noses of his employers, will lead to him discovering the truth about his past family tragedy, and will make his head spin for both good and bad reasons. All he knows is 'Dear Derek' has some very lovely penmanship.
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@anowlnamedpig suggested this one!
The Long Way Home by MyChemicalRachel
(6/6 I 19,846 I Explicit I Sterek)
Stiles didn’t plan to sleep with his best friend’s dad. It just kind of happened. And then it happened again. And again. And again…
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sheyshen · 6 months
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Playing with Blue through ARR on Vincent and starting to work on Nhea through the MSQ made me take a little time to figure out some class glams for them so they can look snazzy and I can put together a to-do list of gear i want to keep an eye out for while I play. They each got one for each role (i'm doing this for you unkalhai) and a casual set >:3
Nhea: (casual, monk, paladin - his canon clases)
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(machinist, red mage, white mage - just for the role quests)
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RIP to his cowboy hat not making an appearance in any of these.
and Vincent: (casual, dragoon, white mage - canon classes)
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(gunbreaker (also technically canon class), dancer, red mage)
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bonus for what i wish i could do for Vincent for that little headcanon I have for him during his time in Garlemald in EW (and why gunbreaker is technically a canon class for him even if he doesn't actually know how to use heirsbane correctly) since he can't have that blade in game he just got one i thought suited him lol
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snowy-weather · 11 months
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We need more art and fanfics of Brand-shei. 
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kiachnishsblog · 1 year
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pov : witchfinder general
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