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yameoto · 5 months
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sorry if i seem ia lately !!! been playing around with janitor ai as a new platform nd figuring out the process of transferring bots nd etc before i answer new requests. also.. actual nsfw perv!roommate jordan sneak peak?
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considering makin a permanent move because.. holy shit
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yamin-yups · 8 days
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Tumblr hates me yo, I'm not uploading anyfin anymore then !!
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kiwiseal · 2 years
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tumblr themes r so confusing but i want one....
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hinata-boke · 7 months
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captain and vice captain
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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I loveee the concept of reincarnation bc it’s just so comforting!!!
oh to be reincarnated lovers with Bakugou where you find each other every life time and leave a memory of the other to find in the next lifetime. You see each other in a new lifetime, drawn to each other, swearing familiarity even though your minds disagree. But it’s something deeper within you that knows each other, misses the others embrace, and you can’t figure out why.
There’s a famous painting of someone who looks suspiciously like you made in the 1600s by some tortured artist, the muse a lover he had lost years before. There’s a statue that looks just like Bakugou from the 1800s, who everyone thought to be created after Apollo, but you beg to differ. There are letters found between two lovers, one gone off to war and the other at home, their exchange of love something poets discuss in contemporary times. Theres even skeletons found embracing each other, with one’s head tucked into the others neck.
And for some reason, every time, these figments of love appeal to you deeper than anyone else around you. They’re so familiar, and you think you might be going crazy when flashes of memories start to plague you.
Sitting in a darkly lit room, a slate of white marble in front of you, a point chisel in hand. There’s a blond man sitting behind the marble, with a sly grin, as your hands raise to start chipping away at its flawless perfection.
Sitting at home, writing away with a quilled pen to a lover you miss. Kissing the edge of the paper and pulling away to find it stained with red from your lips.
Laying in the soft grass, your face hidden in a strong neck as heavy winds start to take over you. Your arms entangled in another’s, tilting your face up to kiss a blond, stubbled jaw.
When Bakugou tells you he remembers the same things, you wonder if you’re both just on a bad trip from a drug you don’t remember taking. But you carve your names in tree trunks and wonder if you’ll find find it again hundreds of years later, if you’ll see him again, if you’ll create another piece of your unyielding love on every crevice of the earth.
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theysangastheyslew · 2 months
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~You were the sunshine of my lifetime~
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psst guess what I’m still not over it :’)
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touchlikethesun · 3 months
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canayams-art · 6 months
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Lang Qianqiu saying “If I didn’t charge in, nobody would have,” when being scolded for the commotion he caused in the gambler’s den is actually so good and so self-aware of him. I think people tend to think he’s too naive in his actions but I honestly don’t think so. He was self-aware enough to understand the situation— he was self-aware enough to know not to reveal his identity by using his spiritual power despite fighting a losing battle against a stronger opponent. I don’t think it’s that Lang Qianqiu is naive with his actions, I just think his principles are so heavily built on righteousness and honor that he aims to set an example when he acts out. He’s interesting because he’s what happens when a hero-archetype is subverted— broken away from the main spotlight and looked at as foolish or reckless for wanting to do the right thing and do it honorably. Lang Qianqiu would break his own arm to make a fair fight against a weakened enemy, regardless of how angry he is— this isn’t naivete, it’s honor despite anger. It’s setting the example. It’s holding to a principle.
(Then there’s the way his character changes with Qi Rong but that’s a whole other can of worms that I’m not going to get into rn lol)
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Tell me I am wrong-
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lenok993 · 5 months
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yameoto · 5 months
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so like. im at the gen v smut store. yall want anything?
fucking my way to the top; seven!au. sub!reader you're essentially their free-use slu- stress relief. cmon, supes have needs, too! just think of it as.. an extended iniatiation period. hell is a (fucking) roommate; dom!reader sub!jordan jordan is your dormmate with the highest libido youve ever seen, and heard.. and felt. you're sick of being sexiled out of your own fucking dorm—time to take matters into your own hands. mind-rape; dom!cate dubcon she can make you do whatever she wants. fill in the blanks. (and hey, it's not kidnapping if you walked in there and chained yourself up. right?)
for the record! these are all personal drafts i have all already began writing and NOT to be used as prompts :) !! please keep in mind
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yamin-yups · 16 days
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I miss tumblr, hello tumblr !!
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kiwiseal · 2 years
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hi tumblr......
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wikoymi · 1 month
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akechi (and some jokers) which all have the same exact pose for some reason
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hannah-heartstrings · 2 months
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Sweet Surprise
During a trip to Skingrad, Lecrinn and Garrus decide to surprise each other. Early in the timeline, though I'm not actually sure how canon it is.
The lost sweetroll prompt fic. I spent half a month writing this, finished it, and went "meh." By then I'd worked on it to the point of not being able to tell if it was good or not, and I still can't tell.
So I'll just release it into the wild and you can tell me. (I do know some things I do and don't like but I decided to keep them to the tags.) From October 2022 but I'm still accepting concrit on it.
@druidx @babyblueetbaemonster @inkysqueed
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            Cradling two sweet rolls in one hand Lecrinn held them close as she pushed the heavy door with the other. She opened it just enough to slip out, leaving the chatter and warmth of the busy inn for the street outside. It was also busy and warm but more tolerably so.
            She squinted against the afternoon sun. Now that she had the sweet rolls it was time to find Garrus, after she dragged him all the way from Cheydinhal to Skingrad it was only right he get something out of it.
            The roads were narrow between the tall stone buildings that arched above them. She weaved through their hustle and bustle. The street widened out into a fork, forward continued to more buildings and to the left, a statue of a horseman. There gazing up at the statue she found Garrus.
            Catching her from the corner of his eye he turned and beamed at her.
            She couldn’t help but smile back.
            “I have a surprise for you,” he said as she walked up.
            “So do I!” She stopped, both their smiles falling at the sweet rolls in the other’s hands. Looking back up at the other’s face they gave laughing smiles.
            “I suppose we had the same idea,” he shifted.
            She shrugged. “It’s a good idea.” His smile looked forced, he seemed to feel awkward, she didn’t know why and it was making her feel awkward too. “Well… this one’s yours,” she held one out and they swapped, both laughing a little. She noticed he only held one. “Did you already eat yours?”
            “I uh,” he glanced down, “I don’t know how much money this trip will end up costing so I only bought one for you.”
            “Oh…” she looked to her second one.
            “You can keep it.”
            “Nah, lets split it later.”
            “No, you bought it for yourself, you can have it.”
            She walked passed him. “One and a half sweet rolls is still more than I planned on getting.”
            He tilted his head, he supposed that was true. Turning he saw her sitting on the round base of the statue. He looked startled. “Are you allowed to sit there?”
            “I don’t see anyone guarding it.” Pulling the pack off her shoulders and beside her she rifled through it.
            “What if you get in trouble?”
            “Then you can just arrest me.”
            He looked around before going over to sit beside her.
            Finding a small cloth she wrapped up one of the rolls and put it in her pack. She then turned all her attention to the one in her hand, closing her eyes as she took a bite, savoring its sweet spice.
            “Mmm!”
            She looked to Garrus who was looking at his sweet roll surprised.
            “They really are better in Skingrad.”
            “Salmo’s sweet rolls are famous for a reason.”
            “Perhaps we should get more of these before we leave.”
            Her smile widened. “Does Cheydinhal have its own desserts?” She took another bite.
            “There’s the thirty layer cake.”
            She had to quickly swallow the bite. “Thirty layers?”
            “They’re thin.”
            “Why would you ever need thirty layers?!”
            “No, they’re very thin, it isn’t much taller than a regular cake.”
            “Oh… I’m having a hard time picturing it,” she gave a smirk, “I think I’ll have to see it for myself.” The smile turned more genuine. “Is it good?” She took a smaller bite.
            “I haven’t got to try one, they’re expensive.”
            The smile fell. “Oh.”
            “I like the spiced root cake the Dunmer make, and there’s one made from something called marshmerrow, it’s a little too sweet for me but I think you’d like it.”
            “I’ll have to try them next time I’m in town.”
            “I’m also quite fond of the bread they make out of yams, though,” he lowered his voice, “I’ve been afraid to try it with scrib jelly.”
            “What’s that?”
            “…Maybe when you’re done with your sweet roll.”
            Her brows rose.
            As they continued eating she looked around, gaze catching on the red leaves of a nearby tree, its branches bobbing slightly.
            He stared out at the street. “I have been trying to learn more about Dunmer culture, and not judge things that are different too quickly.”
            She smirked to him. “Except for scrib jelly?”
            “Well some things are easier to respect from afar.”
            “Ah.”
            “It is admirable though, because not much grows in the ashlands they have to find food elsewhere and they managed to get multiple food types out of something others wouldn’t see as such, they’re survivors, no matter the situation you put them in.”
            She furrowed her brows. “I really don’t want to know what a scrib is, do I?”
            “No.” Tearing a piece off his sweet roll he rolled it between his fingers. “I hope that learning more about them will help me be a better guard to them, like you said, at the very least, perhaps I’ll be a better man.”
            Her smile lessened but turned more genuine. “You are a good guard.”
            “I hope so, protecting everyone is why I became a guard in the first place.” Eating the bite his eyes lit up. He turned to her. “Does the Merchant Inn still make those blackberry tarts?”
            “What?” She blinked, brain taking a second to keep up with the sudden topic change.
            “I use to get them sometimes when I was training in the Imperial City.”
            “Um…” she glanced off, thinking, before turning back to him. “I don’t know, I’ll check. If they do I’ll bring you some, unless they wouldn’t stay good… Maybe I’ll just have to bring you there,” she smirked.
            “Hopefully that can be soon,” he turned back to his sweet roll.
            She looked surprised. Did he mean he wanted the tarts soon or did he like her dragging him places? She looked away as she couldn’t contain the grin spreading across her face.
            Turning back to him she saw he was staring at his dessert, the same awkward look as when she gave it to him. Seemed whatever had been bothering him never really went away. “What’s wrong?”
            “I am grateful, truly, but since I wanted to surprise you didn’t know what I was doing and bought some too.”
            “So now we have three sweet rolls,” she was confused as to how this was a problem.
            “I just feel bad you had to pay for two.”
            “Oh…” she glanced off with a smirk, “don’t worry about that.”
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bumblingbabooshka · 4 months
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Vulcan Dumb & Dumber
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