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Tim - Bernard
Kon - Simon
Bart - Preston
Cassie - Cissie
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timothykaplans-backup · 4 months
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Simon Valentine's audio logs in Superboy (2010)
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littlemourningstarr · 10 months
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I just finished up the 2011 Superboy run and does Simon Valentine really just disappear? I was enjoying him. DC has gotta stop letting cool side characters just fade away.
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the-overanalyzer · 2 years
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I really need Kon’s old supporting characters back because it is a goddamn tragedy that Serling and Simon never got to be teen mad science besties.
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fludderpy · 2 months
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Happy late v-day!! Couldn’t finish this sketch yesterday, so you get it today <3
Every grumpy man needs a lil kiss from time to time :))
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sunsetsimon · 2 months
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simon loves rubbing his nose against your skin. when he’s laying on top of you, his body pushing you into the mattress, covering you in a blanket of his warmth and scent. his head is tucked into your neck, trailing soft kisses along the skin, the tip of his nose tickling you, slightly curving as he drags it along.
“you just gonna keep smelling me or can i go pee now?” you ask, pushing on his shoulders but he doesn’t move.
“m’gonna keep smellin’ you,” he mumbles, voice muffled into your shoulder. his fingers creep along your neck, pulling the collar of your shirt to expose more of your skin.
“y’smell so good in the morning, darling,” simon inhales, overflowing his senses with you. after being in bed for 8 hours, your scent practically drenches the sheets. your body wash, lingering fragrance and something else he can never put into words - just your smell. and god does he love it, ready to spend the rest of his life in this bed with you.
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wombywoo · 2 months
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whiskey 🧡
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empresskylo · 2 months
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You hadn’t expected Simon to get you anything for Valentine’s Day. It just didn’t really seem like his kind of holiday.
So you were rather surprised when he showed up with a bouquet of roses, a little handwritten note tied to them. Cliche, roses, but he knew you liked flowers. And he wasn’t above buying you cliche things. Simon knew he could show his love for you year round, and he always did in his own ways, but he had no problem treating you on February 14th either.
He didn’t just run out to the story and buy whatever random shit they had on the shelves, or snag a insincere hallmark card. He had gone to three different florists before he found the right mix of roses. He handpicked red, pink, and white roses, all arranged with baby’s breath decorating the sides. He thought they were rather pretty and wanted to make sure he got you a set you would actually like. Then he took a piece of paper and wrote you a little note. He drew a little heart at the top where he wrote your name, as wonky as it was. And he found a piece of ribbon, tying the card to the stem of one of the roses. He walked all the way to your apartment, smiling at himself imagining your surprise when he presented the flowers.
When you opened the door to a wide-grinned Simon, you thanked him for the gift, and he said, “Hope you’re hungry.”
“Oh. Simon, that’s okay. We don’t have to do that. I know the restaurants are all going to be packed and I don’t want you to have to—”
“Wasn’t really askin’, love.”
You quirked a brow, your face heating. “I don’t have anything nice to wear,” you said gesturing to your PJs. “I can’t go to some fancy—”
“Who said anythin’ bout fancy?” He winked at you before interlacing your fingers. Simon knew you didn’t do crowds and didn’t like to be fussed over, so of course he wasn’t about to take you out to eat on the busiest night of the year. He raised his other hand and showed you the bag of takeout, ready to curl up on the couch and watch whatever cheesy movie you wanted. And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
He kissed your forehead before guiding you both inside your apartment, placing the takeout on the coffee table and pulling you into his lap.
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bluegiragi · 2 months
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patience and indulgence.
early access + nsfw on patreon
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(hey i drew this comic in collaboration with the very talented author prettyunhinged, who wrote an amazing fic to go along with it!!! please leave a comment and kudos if u read it, it's so perfect >.< but also do look at the tags first lmao )
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wispscribbles · 2 months
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still breathing ☀️
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Simon Valentine coming back and being Bernard-ed for Kon is also acceptable.
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yumethefrostypanda · 2 months
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Ghost 💔 The way he gets upp, haaalp
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timothykaplans-backup · 3 months
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Bowl of fruit
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poisonedprose · 6 months
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hip holding > waist holding two gentle hands placed on your hips, fingertips digging ever so slightly into the fat that they could squish for hours if you'd let them. your hips are their favorite part of your body, littering them with bruises and love bites at any given moment. on their knees, looking up at you, two hands firmly griping each hip, placing a soft kiss to the bone with a smile.
leon kennedy, john price, ellie williams, arisu ryohei, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, kyle garrick, könig
waist holding > hip holding their hands fit perfectly in the curve of your waist, almost like your waist was made for them to grab and use to their advantage. they pull you close by your waist, fingers showing no signs of letting go any time soon. using their strength to manhandle you in any way they possibly could, squeezing your waist to show you who's boss with a look that's sure to kill.
joel miller, simon riley, ada wong, niragi suguru, chishiya shuntaro, john mctavish, albert wesker, last boss
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whinesandwhimpers · 5 months
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cw: murder, stalking, desc of dead body
you've been stood up.
it's been forty-five minutes since your date was supposed to arrive. he's not replying to any of your texts even though the 'read' is clear on your screen. He's seen your messages and is not replying. He's changed his mind about you. He's ghosting you. There's no other reason for thi— your phone chimes.
Your date isn't going to make it.
The text is from your date himself. weird. Is he trying some new tactic to get you to leave him alone? Your phone chimes again.
He won't be answering you again.
You send a text back asking what is going on. Your phone chimes the moment you place it back on the table.
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Heartless.
You gasp at the picture, dropping your phone onto the table in shock. Your date is lying in a dumpster, his chest cut and torn open, bloody and lifeless.
You throw your phone in your bag and immediately get up and leave. Once in your car you lock your doors through your tears and let out a shaky breath. Your phone chimes again. You brace yourself and pull it out of your bag and click the screen on.
Open my gift, Love.
You squint in confusion before you turn and notice the wrapped red box with a pink bow on top. Just rip it off like a bandaid. You quickly pull the lid off, then scream.
Inside the box is a human heart. Heartless. Inside the box is your date's heart. Someone has murdered your date and gifted you his heart.
You realise too late that whoever did this managed to get inside your car to leave this gift for you.
And that they never left.
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The need for that fictional character to be real and in your bed
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