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vampirade · 4 months
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🗡️🪞🍎
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close ups❣️
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chevril-glove · 26 days
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Whatever you do, don't think about Aziraphale and Crowley while you're practicing On the Street Where You Live. Certainly don't think about the headcanon that they can sense each others' proximity on Earth, or the fact that they can travel the whole earth to be near each other. And DEFINITELY don't think about how Crowley would "let the time [world] go by," as long as they could be near each other.
But if you do all that, you might as well put on a wig and a scarf and sunglasses and make a video.
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sailorgundam308 · 5 hours
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Yesssss!!! Another hellspawn lover!!! Let's gooooo!!! 🩷🩷 I love your work. Anyway, what is your opinion on people often depicting Astarion as a bratty sub? Tbh, Astarion is a major switch. And even if someone is taller than him, I feel like he would still exert dominance somehow. Like I can see Astarion being super protective of Karlach despite her being physically stronger in every way.
HELLO PERSON WITH IMPECCABLE TASTE IN SHIPS. Teehee.
Well, I also am in the boat of Astarion (and Karlach, really) being vers (switches).
Despite my last drawing being the one where AA bends down for Karlach, it’s mostly because ascended is so haughty I wanna see him whimper.
I do think astarion would want to try and dominate Karlach often. Tbh, the power play between the two, the teasing, the sharp tongued back and forth… all of that screams of intimacy where they will dominate and submit at different points, in different ways. Even during the same night, things can turn around various times.
I also tend to imagine that “realistically” spawn Astarion would want to have certain levels of control during sex, in order to be able to engage in it without reviving trauma. And I totally see Karlach allowing him control as much and for as long as he wants/needs. And I also think that when he’s ready, Karlach would take the reigns and make him a babbling hot mess ❤️‍🔥
They both are greedy in different ways, ambitious in different ways but they do align in sex, where they both can be greedy and ambitious for each other/together.
For Astarion especially I see him reveling in having such a strong, intimidating and powerful being like Karlach reacting to his every touch. It would feed his ego and boost his confidence for sure. And other times, he’d let go and put his trust and pleasure in her hands. Absolutely versatile in my view!
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casscreative · 11 months
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Jotaro hums, closing his eye again, only to shoot them open, letting out an oof when Kakyoin has Hierophant gracelessly flop him on top of Jotaro.
Kakyoin echoes the sound, grunting, and Jotaro groans. “Noriaki,” he complains breathlessly, and Kakyoin chuckles, his breath fanning across Jotaro’s collarbones, making Jotaro swallow. Kakyoin shifts and Jotaro wheezes because now his elbow is digging right underneath his sternum, and ow-
“Noriaki,” Jotaro complains again, louder, his voice husky with exhaustion, and Kakyoin chuckles again.
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40s Jotaro and Kakyoin get ready for sleep.
link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47847103
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HFTH EPISODE 117/SEASON 3 SPOILERS
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im a little bit obsessed with riot
just a little bit
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julek · 2 years
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Julek, hi! #59 on the kissing prompts for Gerskel, if it takes your fancy.
#59. kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up read on ao3
The sun is dipping low, melting into the hills that shimmer gold against the pale pink sky. The vineyard stretches across the fields like a soft blanket, embroidered in dark greens and rich browns, covering the earth with ease. A gentle breeze rolls in, a sign of the impending autumn days that will follow, ruffling the old willow and its leaves, fighting to hold on a little longer. 
Geralt watches it all from his chair on the porch, much like he does every afternoon. 
There's something about life in the countryside that makes him feel grounded; waking up with the sun every day and going on about his routine feels different than it did when he walked the Path, somehow. There's no sense of extreme urgency, no feeling of dread as he reaches the larger cities, not a shadow of doubt or question as to whether he'll find refuge before winter swallows the roads, winding and tiresome as they grow. None of that, no — here he feels safe, knowing there'll be food on his table every morning and a warm bed every evening, there to greet him, to feed him, to shelter him. He feels connected, both to the earth and to himself, his own life, his own body. His very soul, if Dandelion was right about any of that. 
He wonders if it's what he was supposed to feel like, all those years; if, by chance, retirement meant reaching what his mentors had taught him would only ever be found in the throes of duty. 
The irony of it makes him smile. 
"Deep in thought, Wolf?" 
Geralt turns, even though he heard him coming from a mile away. Eskel stands at his side with a small smile, all broad lines and soft features, and Geralt allows himself to take him in for a little while.
Eskel makes him feel grounded, too. Standing there in his work clothes (so different from his armor, which he hung up some time ago, and only comes out every few months), worn and well-loved, his brow shining with sweat. His hair falling in his eyes as he looks down at Geralt, because he'll never let go of his juvenile hairstyle, no matter how much Geralt teases him for it. His skin glowing golden brown in the dying sunlight, tanned from weeks of working the fields, sunrise to sundown. His scars, glowing light pink like ridges drawn on the land right after the harvest, healed and forgiven.
"I am," Geralt replies, leaning down to grab the small wooden box where they keep their healing supplies. "Come here and show me your arm." 
Eskel clicks his tongue in protest but goes anyway, pulling a chair next to him. He injured himself working on the fields a day before, a too-sharp sickle and a thoughtless movement resulting in a big gash on his forearm, which Geralt lovingly and long-sufferingly stitched up and bandaged, after, of course, lecturing his lover on his carelessness. 
“It’s fine,” he says, even as he extends his arm so Geralt can unwrap the bandage, dirty and damp with sweat. “It’s healing normal.”
“Hmm.”
The wound is, as Eskel put it, healing correctly. After all, Geralt would be embarrassed to call his needlework sloppy, and Eskel, being the Witcher that he is, withstood the stitching with calm and grace. There’s a little blood dotting the cut, and Geralt dabs it away gently with a cloth, cleaning the wound thoroughly. 
Part of him knows he’s, perhaps, overreacting. It is a small wound, after all, clean-cut and simple, and Eskel could care for it on his own. But there’s no need for it, now, he thinks as he dips the cloth in antiseptic. He can be gentle, can wash away the pain with his hands now, can bring relief and comfort to the one he loves. 
Even if there are no more gaping wounds from a kikimora, no more deep gashes from a griffin’s talons, no more arachas bites to be endured. 
Even if it is just a scratch to the skin, he wants to tend to it. 
He can take his time.
Eskel is quiet beside him as he works. He must know, indulging Geralt like this. Perhaps he has the same thoughts, every once in a while. Perhaps he, too, thinks life is precious every time he holds it in his hands. 
Geralt lets the injured arm rest on his lap for a moment, reaching down to grab some spare bandages and a small pair of scissors. Slowly, he starts wrapping Eskel’s forearm with the clean linen, making sure it’s not too tight nor too loose, covering the wound until no red skin can peek out and risk an infection. 
He looks up at Eskel when he’s done, and without a word, brings his hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss into his skin. 
“All done,” he murmurs, Eskel’s eyes warm like honey on his. “You may return to your tomfoolery now, old man.”
“Thank you kindly.” A grin, toothy and wide. “However could I repay you?”
The sun is almost gone all the way now, the last of sunlight flickering through the trees. 
Geralt looks at their joined hands, and squeezes. 
“Sit with me a while.”
And it’s easy, like nothing’s ever been. Like he believed nothing should ever be. 
“That,” Eskel says, moving his chair a little closer with an old-man groan Geralt will tease him about later, “I can do.”
It's easy.
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hellcheerforeverfan · 2 years
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hmmmmmmmmm Can someone tell me what I’m liking that got me this. Cuz most if not all of what I like is under the hellcher tag..... is it.....is it because we all have agreed that this is eddie munson’s love language?
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urmiibby · 2 years
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bts as something my friends said #3
jungkook [joking]: do you tinkle like a baddie?
jimin: yes I do twerk like a baddie.
jungkoook: I-
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time-woods · 7 months
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more of these dorks
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dragonfollies · 7 months
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How the last few episodes of Fionna and Cake have been
(No text version under cut)
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jaypentaghast · 7 months
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I love them please bring them back to meeeee
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.
(for @frummpets)
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mintypsii · 8 months
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yk adorable group hug and luffy moment aside, did zoro just kick the ground . after he was hugged . is this show even real
sorry but the way nami went 🤨🏳️‍🌈 TWICE
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dykepaldi · 7 months
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homestuck was so perfect for autistic teenagers bc it took characters being sorted into categories and having Attributes to its absolute extreme. forget four hogwarts houses, every character has their associated colour their zodiac sign their associated animal their dream planet their god tier class and aspect their typing quirk their pesterchum handle their weapon their planet of x and y, as well as each of them having a handful of other very quantifiable Personality Traits and Interests (e.g. this one is a clown this one is angry this one likes fashion this one is just rufio from hook for some reason) and THEN they all also have their respective ancestors and dancestors(?)(plucked that word from my memory) who have all of those things as WELL
and god not to mention the fucking quadrant system
as a 13-15 year old autistic kid i didnt even need homestuck to have a plot i just happily made a big big spreadsheet of character attributes in my brain
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dragonstoned · 6 months
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listen that was a romantic ass slow mo of a first meeting
four seasons planned...... look there is plenty of time to go there. it could happen. 'oh theyre just foils' yes they are but also why frame their twinned developments with intimacy and sex and orgasms. why are they building these associations and beaming it into our brains. why did akemi say she searched for love in mizus eyes????
anyway. just look ok
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all the dreamy little snowflakes while the music swells tenderly. lingering gobsmacked eye contact. no cishet explanation for any of this.
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edensundae · 2 months
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Azi & Crowley 🧡
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Sketch Req from Instagram! I might post some more of the sketches from my story over in here! :) this was my first time drawing these two (I NEED TO DO MOREE)
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