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avis-fictional-world · 5 months
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@fractiflos
I really love your writing ☺️☺️ I hope you like this little comic stripe I made for ya!
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erwinsvow · 27 days
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Do you think rafe would wear necklace with his girl’s initial?? Like his girl bought it as a present and i’m curious on how rafe would react 😃
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"so what i'm hearin' is you got me somethin' with my own money?" rafe asks, looking down at the neatly wrapped box, a pretty white ribbon looped around it. your fingers play with the satin bow, anxious for rafe to open it.
"rafe!" you start with a whine but stop yourself. "it's the thought that counts, okay?" he laughs, taking the gift from your hands.
"sure, kid. whatever you say." he undoes the bow, setting it aside since he knows you'll want to keep it. the wrapping paper gets ripped up and off, while you protest that it could have been reused. he opens the box, looking down at a thin silver chain. there's a little pendant hanging down, the shape of your initial.
he looks up from the chain at you, waiting for his response with big eyes and parted lips. you're playing with your R necklace, the way you always do when you're nervous.
"d-do you like it? i thought we could match," you say quietly, biting you lower lip in anticipation.
"yeah?" he questions, taking the jewelry out of the box and into his hand, feeling the weight of it in his palm.
"only if you like it. you don't have to wear it, i just-"
"just what?" he looks you right in the eyes, wanting your real answer, not just you bouncing around his question from nerves.
"i just wanted to make sure everyone knows you're mine." you lip stings from where you're biting down, rafe look into your eyes.
he opens his arms, and you crawl into his lap, taking the chain from his palm and putting it around his neck, clipping it into place. you smile, pressing a kiss to rafe's cheek, his hands tight on your waist.
"got that right, kid."
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you know the distance never made a difference to me.
@whimsybrain // @diabolicjoy // 10.6.21 — silas denver melvin (@sweatermuppet) // sue zhao // 亲爱的, 2021, @disasterzoo // @the-ghost-king // @1anonyymous1 // @fluffysheeps // mountain dew commercial disguised as a love poem, matthew olzmann // @jeichi // terms of endearment, silas denver melvin // unknown // on coming out to my mother as trans, joan angel // what mary magdalene said to the young transsexual, elle emerson (@transsextual ) after clint smith // unknown (angel to me), hozier
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saltpepperbeard · 6 months
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Ed + Framing Stede's face for @stedesearring <3
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goldrushzukka · 6 months
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and i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) chapter 10
beautiful gorgeous spectacular showstopping art for this chapter by @bleekay i love you i love you i love you (ID in alt text)
Has it always been like this? Surely not. Surely there was a time when this thing inside him fit. A time when he wasn’t stuffed to the gills, trying to keep the swirling, ever-expanding galaxy of his desire from spilling out onto his shoes.  Loose-limbed and alcohol-warmed, he can’t seem to remember a time like that. The Earth has always turned, the birds have always sung, and he has always wanted.
read from the start
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oh-warizoro · 8 months
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Perfect take on Zoro. Perfectly executed by Mackenyu.
The way EVERYONE is trying to have him work for them. Mr 7, I'm here with an invitation. Captain Morgan, Join the marines or you'll die tied to a cross.
Luffy, sets him free, doesn't force him to join, let's him go, let's Zoro decide where he wants to be;
And Zoro finds out that place is by Luffy's side. Ain't that beautiful?
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arom-antix · 1 year
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The brainrot has momentarily concluded
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redara · 1 month
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"The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine."
Hozier - Cherry Wine.
Art by the amazing @tazahan 💕 thank you for the trade!
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choochooboss · 2 months
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CHOO CHOO!! Preorders for these Pkmn Black & White themed stickers open on Saturday March 9th!!
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I had the honor of participating in one of @cecilioque's epic sticker projects, contributing these two designs!
This is but a taste of all the submas & Pkmn BW games sticker goodness you can find in this tweet, go check them out soon!!
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chaylani · 11 months
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RM for VOGUE KOREA
"I say this over and over again, but art ultimately comes from life. I believe I can create something awesome only by continuing to put living and playing at the forefront. I don’t want to pursue music for music’s sake, art for art’s sake, etc. Life always comes first, and that creates the balance needed to work fruitfully. I always think of myself as standing on a balance beam, and try to enjoy it as much as I can. Creating is like punishment. But I try to endure it with pleasure, counting myself lucky to have a creative job."
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loganslowdown4 · 3 months
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Roman: You’re going to do fine with this big presentation, Specs.
Logan: *stressed out* You’re only saying that because you love me. Love has made you dumb.
Roman: On the contrary, I think being in love with you has made me smarter than ever. Remember last week when I boiled that egg?
Logan: That was big. I was really proud of you.
@loginceweek2024
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erwinsvow · 9 days
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hiiiii! okay thought
rafe and shy!reader but she has cuteness aggression so whenever rafe does something sweet she just bites him cause he’s so <3 and how else does one go about that
oh my god.. you spoke to my soul with this one ♡ this felt so intimate to write almost like we're all intruding on a moment btwn them
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sometimes you can't believe rafe is your boyfriend. he's so... so. he's perfect for you, like he was crafted for you specifically, with the way he treats you. gentle, but firm. caring, but still bringing you out of your shell at times. he's the kind of guy girls dream about, and he's yours, and you feel so giddy about it you don't understand how to process it.
it's all the little things added up, the way he memorizes your orders so you don't have to talk to the waiters, the way he always finds a way to bring you into conversations with his friends so you're not the odd one out. he treats you like a princess, makes you feel like one.
you think it's the best when it's just the two of you, like today, alone in tannyhill. curled up in bed next to him, you read your book while he works on his laptop, looking at something he tried to explain to you before you gave up on paying attention.
you're a little enraptured with your book, not even noticing when rafe shuts his screen and puts it away.
"kid. kid."
"hm?" you look up, a little dazed. "oh, are you all done?"
"for now. how's your book?" the way he asks, you feel like there's nothing rafe cares about more in the world than the book in your hands and how it makes you feel.
"it's good," you say quietly, staring up at him still.
"good. read some to me, hm?" he closes his eyes, lying back against the pillow. you feel your heart warm, your face flush. you lean against his chest, opening your book back up and starting to recite while rafe wraps his arm around your shoulder.
"-and elinor, who now understood her sister, and saw to-to she was carried by her eagerness to to be with willoughby again.."
you stop reading, looking up at rafe with his eyes closed. you move your head, teeth biting down gently on his arm. his eyes shoot open, while you giggle against the skin.
"what the fuck, kid-"
"sorry. i couldn't resist. i just love you so much." you bury your head into his chest, your book and its page getting lost in the sheets. you resist the urge to bite his chest too.
"so y'have to bite me? jesus. gonna get you a muzzle." he presses a kiss to the crown of your hair, holding you tighter. "i love you too."
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padfootagain · 8 months
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How can a human be so cute...
Happiest of birthdays to him!
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saltpepperbeard · 11 months
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BE CONTROVERSIAL, KING 👏
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lavendel081 · 2 months
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Hair Down Sam for Sunflower Serenade Episode 10
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freyyzu · 11 months
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SEE YOU AGAIN SOON
it's finally the day of your depature, and you decide to leave baxter with one last memory to hold onto until you can see each other again.
a/n; i'm so head over heels in love with this monochrome man i feel like my heart's gonna burst. thank you so much for the amazing game and loving memories, gb patch i'm going to treasure Our Life always
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“Is this everything?” You’ve heard that question no less than three times now since leaving Baxter’s apartment. Once, when he closed the door, twice, when you exited the car, and now for a third time as you’re at the station waiting for the train to arrive.
“I should hope so, otherwise one of my belongings is lost within the depths of your apartment now,” you tease good heartedly.
“Hm,” his concerned frown is quickly replaced by a grin. “Maybe I should hope you did leave something behind, then. It would give me an excuse to bring it to you.”
The both of you share a hearty laugh at that. You hadn’t even been parted yet, but here he was already thinking of making his way back to you.
Well, you did agree to have him come over soon after the hectic rush-planning that was Jude and Scott’s wedding, and the five days that you had spent here wasn’t enough to make up for the five years of no contact. There was going to be a lot to catch up on, and a part of you hoped that you’d always have something to catch up on with each other. That there was always going to be something new to learn about one another—together.
“We’ll call,” you reassure him. His shoulders visibly untense at your words, a softer smile adorning his lips. “And text, the days before you arrive will be over before we both know it.”
Baxter reaches out to take your hand, no pauses, no falters. “Then I look forward to that day with bated breath.”
Your eyes crinkle at the edges, and despite him being the one who took hold of your hand first you decide to turn it around on him—literally. Flipping your clasped hands, you bring it up to your lips in a gentle kiss, his bright, brown eyes following the motion as goosebumps chill their way down his arm.
“Why don’t we take a picture together?”
The sudden question catches him off-guard. “A picture?”
“The frame on your desk was empty last time I saw it, right?”
“Ah,” he looks abashed at that. Even though you had gifted him a picture frame, Baxter had never been able to actually use it for its intended purpose. “You noticed that as well, huh?”
You swallow the words at how it’s a bit difficult not to notice something like that. “What do you say?”
There was simply never a moment precious enough in his life to capture in time until you showed up again, and since your arrival every day felt special enough to be caught in the moment. Now with that offer laid bare in front of him, there was no way he was going to let it go. “I’d say that’s a great idea.”
Setting your bags on the nearest chair, Baxter pulls out his phone and you shimmy closer to his side, his arm reaching out to wrap around your waist almost instinctively. It felt a bit embarrassing, using the selfie function of his phone; he couldn’t remember the last time he ever did if ever.
Though far past his embarrassment was the joy of being able to see your face every day whenever he so wished, even if you weren’t there in person.
The shutter goes off, and at the same time he feels a soft press into his cheek.
The motion catches him by surprise, the only word able to leave the tip of his tongue being, “huh?” followed by your chuckles.
His eyes glance down at his phone, the picture displaying all its glory to you and him. He sports a startled look, the tips of his ears forming the faintest red and of course you’re leaning in, your lips pressed against his cheek with a smile.
“It looks good,” you comment cheerfully, either not noticing or feigning ignorance to the way his entire face has lit up in a bright, strawberry red. “Don’t you think?”
“I-” he catches the same tint of red dusting the edge of your cheeks. No doubt that action had been a spur of the moment decision on your part, rather than a well-thoughtout plan, though at this point he can’t say he’s surprised—if the last-minute party plannings were anything to go by.
An affectionate sigh leaves him, and he leans in, following the bubbling warmth in his chest, hand gently cradling your cheek as he pulls you into a kiss. A proper one, where both of your lips touch and your eyes flutter close, blocking the entire world around you.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and he nearly melts at the tender motion of your hands. Baxter’s spent the last five days wondering how he could be so lucky. To reunite with his ideal, the person he fell for, the one he loved—loves—from all those years ago and how even after a long five years you still haven’t forgotten, haven’t given up on him.
“Baxter?” Every part of you, from the color of your eyes, to your kind, patient personality, to your hands that treat him like he’s glass, to your voice that calls his name with so much warmth.
At one point, the kiss had broken and he bumped his forehead with yours. He couldn’t tell you not to leave, even when every fiber of his being wished for you to just stay by his side, and so he swallows those words. This is enough for now, these five days, the next five years. You’ll make it work.
“I love you.” From this close of proximity, the breath that follow his words flutter your eyelashes. His hand doesn’t move from your cheek, but his thumb begins to rub timidly along your skin, as if afraid you’ll back off if he did any more.
Your eyes gloss over at those three simple words. He was really going to make it hard to leave wasn’t he? Even though you were the one who had been trying to keep it together this entire time. “I love you, too,” you whisper, leaning in for another kiss.
If time stopped there, neither of you would have minded, but it doesn’t, and soon the ring of the train bells force both of you to pull away.
“I should get going,” you mutter with less resolve than before.
“I’ll walk with you to the doors.” Baxter picks up half of your bags again, motioning towards your ride with his head. He looks just as, if not more, insulted than you at the interruption.
“Thank you.”
The walk was short and quiet, there were a million and one things you could have said, but chose not to. They could wait until you met up again. And everyone knows that there was no one more patient than you around here. You’ve waited this long, you could wait a little more.
“I’ll see you in a bit?” Baxter passes your bags over to you. It’s unsure of exactly how long ‘a bit’ actually refers to, but you’ll get your answer eventually.
“Definitely,” you reply. “I’ll see you again soon, Baxter.”
He leans in for the last time, and you’re almost sure he was going to kiss your lips again, but he falters at the last second and moves upwards to press his lips against your forehead instead.
“I feel like if I kiss you now I’d never stop,” he chuckles in jest, though you can hear the full sincerity in those words. “I’ll see you again soon, darling.”
‘Darling’ that was a pet name you’d have to get used to unless you fear for your poor heart exploding.
You give him one last kiss of your own, also on the forehead—he hums contently at the action—before pulling back; the train doors beginning to close.
And when the train finally takes off, and your waves weren’t within sight anymore, Baxter finds himself crumpling to the floor in a heap.
It’s a question he’s asked himself multiple times, more times than you’d call appropriate, but was he allowed to be this happy? A hand goes up to his forehead where your lips had just been, and he allows himself to bask in the feeling.
‘It’s alright.’ He was allowed to be this happy.
A ping from his phone pulls him out of his thoughts, and he grumbles at the interruption. He pulls out the device with a less-than-appropriate mumble though stops completely when he sees who it’s from.
[ could you send me that picture, please?
i’d like to have a memory of us as well. ]
[ Of course. ]
Comes his instantaneous response.
He sends you the photo immediately, and his eyes linger on it for just as long as it takes for you to reply back.
[ thanks! i’ll treasure it ]
Yeah, he is allowed to be this happy.
With you.
And he hopes with his entire heart that you feel the same.
[ As will I. ]
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