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MyTop Posts in 2021
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Umi Shinonome,東雲うみ
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Umi Shinonome,東雲うみ
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MyTop Posts in 2021
#5
Of Immortality and Nymphs
(Philza Minecraft x Reader)
Request 2: Just c!philza simping over reader!!
Requested by: Anonymous
(Okay maybe I got a little carried away with this one…)
~~~
He met her for the first time when he was a young man, who barely understood the world around him. Messing with things he shouldn’t was his specialty so when he heard there used to be Nymphs in the nearby forests, he just had to find out if they were extinct or not. Phil flipped through his worn journal and tapped his quill on the paper, he wanted to document his journey to finding the supposedly mythical creature. After all, this was one of his first real adventures all by himself he wouldn’t accept any form of defeat. He popped the cork off the invisibility potion he had and downed it with one swig. Phil, now hidden, wandered into the forest of the last known location, of the last recorded Nymph. Not being visible to the creatures in the forest allowed Phil to take in the beauty of nature around him, he could get close to the animals and see them in their natural habitat. The forest was beautiful, sunlight peeking in through the leaves of the trees, it was magical. He placed his hand on the trees running his hand over the bark with a smile, Phil heard a soft twinkling in his ear, and his head shot up. Always trigger happy he put his hand on his sword, in the middle of a nearby clearing stood a beautiful woman with gorgeous (h/c) hair. Flowers and leaves seemed to be interwoven within the strands, her ears were elf-like in appearance adorned with gold piercings. Her dress flowed in the wind, it was a soft almost translucent green decorated with leaves, in her hand was a baby chick. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, it was clear she was the Nymph that the old stories were talking about, thank god for the invisibility potion.
Pulling out his journal once more he began to sketch a picture of the elegant woman, he didn’t want to forget her face. The man looked up once more to finish up the sketch and the Nymph was gone, he frowned sadly, he did hope he could get to talk to her.
“What’re you drawing?” Phil snapped his notebook shut letting out a startled yelp, he turned to look at the figure beside him. The potion must’ve worn off when he wasn’t looking, however beside him was said Nymph. His jaw almost dropped open, did she have no self-preservation? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She stepped a few steps back and he held out his arm to stop her.
“No! No, you’re alright!” He put his hand to his heart, “I’m Phil. and you are?”
“(Y/n). Are you human?”
“Tragically,” Phil gave her a little smile as she tilted her head curiously. “Are you a Nymph?” You looked a little hesitant, he watched as your ears twitched in an undeniably cute way. He felt himself melt a little as you gave a nod,
“A Meliae if you want to get specific,” you smiled fondly giving him a teasing wink. Opening his notebook again he scribbled that down next to the figure drawing of you, you sat down in front of him watching in awe, “Is that your language’s written system?” Looking back up at her curious expression Phil once again felt his heartbeat speed up in his chest.
“It is. You’re very clever,” He hummed and was delighted in the way you flushed up to the tips of your ears. You waved him off,
“I’m not that clever. When you’ve been around as long as I have you pick up on certain things,” He watched you carefully as you sat down beside him resting on your knees. Curiously Phil tilted his head,
“How long have you been around?”
“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” She shot back a grin on her features, oh Phil was in love. Nymphs did tend to have that effect on people, people fall hard and fast for them, but Phil didn’t care.
“My apologies, that was rude of me huh?”
“Very.” She teased with a snicker, “I’ve honestly lost count at this point.”
“You’ve lost track? So you’re immortal then?” Phil’s entire face lit up the excitement prevalent on his features, “Tell me everything.” He pleaded, with a soft laugh you began to share your tale with the man in front of you. Phil was enamored she had lived more lifetimes than he could begin to comprehend, what he wouldn’t do to have that gift. The duo talked long into the evening and well into the next morning, Phil knew he had to head home soon. Not that he had anyone waiting for him back home, but he couldn’t stay with her forever as much as he wanted to. “When can I see you again?” He whispered taking your hands within his own, he couldn’t help but notice how soft they were for someone living in a forest. You hesitantly pressed your finger to his earring,
“They’ll start to glow whenever I’m near. So you can always find me,” You whispered cupping his cheek in your hand, he felt himself lean into it. “I’ll see you soon Phil,” You leaned forward pressing a tender kiss to his lips before disappearing in a flurry of flowers and leaves. Phil let out a shaky breath bringing his fingers to his lips a wild smile appearing across them. He opened his journal one last time adding ‘great kissers’ to his list of things about the Nymph of the forest.
They met many more times after that, and with each meeting, Phil only fell more and more in love with her. He wanted to protect you and keep you safe especially after telling him that Nymphs were hunted for their tears that give immortality but now without the expense of the Nymph. Yet even with his pleading, you wouldn’t leave the forest you called home. You told him maybe one day you could, but you were the only Nymph protecting the forest and you had to stay to protect your home. Ever the gentleman Phil would drop the conversation and steer it into another direction said direction ended with a lot of kissing.
As the years flew by Phil found himself growing older and you remaining the same and as beautiful as ever, he wanted to be immortal with you. He never wanted to lose you, so he made a deal with the God of undying, sacrificing his three lives for one immortal life so he could remain by your side forever. He’d also have to give up part of his humanity, he was bestowed giant black crow-like wings. But he’d do anything so long as he got to be by your side for the rest of eternity. Phil didn’t want to tell you at first, afraid you’d be mad but it was hard to hide giant black wings and the man could never stay far away from you. When he finally saw you again you knew what went down practically immediately. Surprisingly you took it much better than he originally thought, you seemed to flattered beyond belief but also pissed as hell. Desperately you tried to explain to him that immortality wasn’t a gift but a curse, seeing the world change around you while you stay young forever wasn’t as fun as it sounded. The man scoffed, shooting back a comment of his own about how he didn’t want to imagine a world without you by his side. You didn’t deserve to lose someone you loved just because they were mortal and he stood by that.
He watched your face scrunch up, cheeks turning pink at his sentiment. Mostly because you were melting around his words and he knew it too by the smirk evident on his features. Phil locked eyes with you and smiled endearingly,
“I love you.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Fucking what-” He choked on his spit any argument that started before fizzled out the minute you had told you said those two words to him. He felt his features morphed in surprise before wrapping you in a tight suffocating hug. That only solidified his choices, he made the right decision, he needed to stay by you and your child’s side so long as the universe allowed him to.
However, things weren’t all peaches and rainbows as the world changed to a dark and dismal place once more. Forests were being burned and destroyed and humans once again discovered the existence of Nymphs and wanted to hunt them down for sport. Things were dangerous, way too dangerous for you and the newborn son you shared with Phil. Reluctantly you and Phil came to a decision, to protect your baby you needed to leave, it was the only way to keep them safe. You held the baby close to your chest, tears swelling in your eyes as Phil kissed your cheeks trying to shush you softly. “It’s alright…” His voice was gentle, his big hand caressing the boy’s chocolate brown curls.
“It’s not alright. Phil…I don’t wanna leave you or Wilbur.” Your voice quivered and Phil’s heart shattered in pieces, “But his safety comes first.” You brought the baby up to your lips and kissed his forehead, he giggled sweetly trying to squish his mother’s cheeks. You laughed as he did so, “My sweet, lovely boy. I’ll have to leave you for a while, I don’t want to but you need to be kept safe. I…” Phil frowned watching as you choked up once more, “I’m not safe.” Even through your tears, Phil thought you were beautiful, “You can’t tell him about me…”
“(Y/n) I can’t- That’s just not fair-” You shushed him with a kiss to his lips, passing Wilbur off to him.
“If he’s anything like his father he’ll lose his mind searching for his mother. He needs to live his life.” You reached up holding Phil’s chin on your pointer finger, “He has to live life to its fullest, Nothing can hold him back. It has to stay this way until I can come back. Which I will…hopefully it won’t be too long.” You smiled up at him and Phil took in a shaky breath,
“What if I ruin him.” His voice was painfully tight holding his grip on Wilbur tightening as well, it made the baby squirm. You shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his scruff tickling your chin. To him the kisses always felt electric, never devoid of passion and adoration, he leaned forward to chase those addicting lips as you pulled away.
“You won’t ruin him, you’re the most gentle and kind man I’ve ever met. You took care of me all these years, you’ll be amazing for Wilby.” Phil watched as you kissed Wilbur one last time before stepping away with a shaky breath. “Just be as good to him as you are to me,” You both heard the crunch of leaves, it caused you to jump a little looking around the forest frantically.
“Go. We’ll be fine. Just stay safe and come back to us okay?” You could only nod at him before disappearing in a gust of leaves and flowers. Phil felt his heartache and he jolted as Wilbur began to cry seemingly already missing the presence of his mother. “Oh Wilbur hush, hush for me please,” His father pleaded as he began to rock him gently this was going to be a lot harder than he would ever anticipate, but to keep you safe he’d give up the entire world.
~~~
Decades went by, Phil had not only Wilbur to watch over but three more idiotic kids, others adopted of course. Wilbur had grown up into a strapping young man, got married, and had a son, you would be so proud of him. You’d spoil Fundy rotten, he just knew you would, he was sure you’d also spoil Tommy and Tubbo. Not to mention you’d force your motherly affection all over Technoblade and he wouldn’t have a choice but to open up to you.
However, none of them even knew you existed, lies were told about who Wilbur’s mother was when any of them asked and it killed him on the inside to lie about you. Eventually, Wilbur just stopped asking, most likely assuming something bad happened that Phil never wanted to discuss with him. Something far too painful to even tell his son about,
Which was half right he supposed.
It started like any other day, Tommy and Wilbur were messing around with Dream, something about discs and war that Phil didn’t particularly care about. Wilbur had come over once again to plead with Phil for aid in the war, but once again he refused him. This time he even brought Fundy along thinking that seeing his grandson might change the older man’s mind. However, he still refused knowing it wasn’t going to end well in the long run even if Wilbur did win. Sometimes kids had to make their own mistakes to learn about the future. It’s not like he hadn’t told Wil it wouldn’t end well, he did multiple times, but the kid was just as stubborn as he was and wasn’t going to back down.
“Dad, please. If you’d just join in we’d slay Dream and his team, all the fighting will come to an end. The nation I’m trying to create would finally be free and safe. Just help me.” Wilbur pleaded, a small whine slipping into his voice as he followed Phil and his son into the forest, “We can establish our new nation and be free from tyranny. No more war, isn’t that what you keep advocating for?” Wilbur continued to rant, not helping at all with his chores, his voice grew soft suddenly, and Fundy grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket.
“What is it, kid?”
“Your earring’s glowing pops.” Fundy pointed to his ear and Phil froze in place the wood that he collected falling out of his hands, scattering all over the forest floor.
“Dad?” Wilbur repeated his voice growing louder in concern, Phil looked around the clearing frantically before bolting in a random direction.
“Grandpa!?” Fundy yelled chasing off after him, his tail puffing up anxiously,
“Fundy don’t just run off!”
Phil didn’t stick around to hear them, you were around here somewhere the question was where. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, please, please god let him find you. He didn’t have to wait long, he’d recognize you anywhere you still looked the same. Standing in the middle of a flower field you looked over your shoulder, “(Y/n)! Darling!” He called out choking a little on his words, your (e/c) eyes blew wide and he heard you laugh. You ran up to him flowers growing in your wake, you launched himself at the man and he lifted you in his arms. He spun you around laughing in disbelief, using his wings you both floated in the air, he cradled the back of your head with his hand, “I can’t believe you’re here.” Phil whispered, pulling away to cup your cheeks with your hands, “you’re real.”
“Of course I’m here silly goose. I told you I’d come back didn’t I?” You laughed fondly as he began to pepper your face in kisses, “Even if it is way later than I intended…” You trailed off with a small wince,
“Who cares. You’re here now and you’re safe.” He landed a kiss on your lips as you kissed him back. You tasted just as he remembered like fresh air and oranges, he wanted to swallow you whole. He never wanted to let you go again, and he never would if he had a say in the matter.
“Dad? What the fuck?” Wilbur blurted as Fundy and he came upon the clearing, you pulled away from Phil. Tears filling your eyes, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, Phil rested a hand on the small of your back.
“Wilby…”She whispered, stumbling towards the man reaching out towards him, he raised an eyebrow and flinched away from your touch. You pulled your hand back taking a little breath,
“I’m sorry. How do you know my name?” From behind you, Phil flinched; he knew that’s what you wanted, for him not to remember you. But, fuck he felt guilty about it, he was about to feel even more guilty in a minute.
“She’s your mom Wilbur.”
“Fucking WHAT.” Wilbur sputtered taking a few steps back from the woman, “You told me my mom was a fridge!”
“You told him what.” You turned towards Phil, eyes blazing with annoyance, he held his hands up in surrender. “Why would you tell him his mother was a fridge! I know I told you to lie but a fridge! Phil that’s not even physically possible!” You scolded the man crossing your arms over your chest, his face flushed a bright red. He even missed you yelling and scolding him, he was down bad.
“(Y/n) I panicked-” Phil started to explain and you cut him off with an eye roll. “I’m sorry okay, I love you.”
Meanwhile, Wilbur and Fundy looked in between the two adults rapidly as they talked. Both equally shocked and at a loss for words, Wilbur took a step forward and grabbed your wrist.
“Please continue your explanation,” He commanded softly, “If you are my mom why did you leave? Why haven’t you been here?” Wilbur frowned as he watched you look away from him,
“How much do you know about Nymphs Wilbur?” Wilbur turned bright red and the color reached up onto the tips of his ears, “What?”
“My mom’s a Nymph.” Fundy spoke up in place of Wilbur, “her name’s Sally. I…I’m Wilbur’s son.” He watched your face melt and mouth a broken ‘son?’, Phil noticed and walked up to squeeze your hand. You had missed so much, you hoped you didn’t blame yourself, you and Phil lived too long to live with that many regrets.
“What happened to her?” You asked tenderly,
“Killed.” Wilbur said bluntly, “by hunters. Don’t worry, I made sure to dispose of them.”
“I-I’m so sorry.” You spoke and Wilbur couldn’t help but feel compelled into your arms. Something about you just made him want to melt into your body, he knew Phil was right in the end. You were his mother through and through, I mean the shared pointed ears said enough.
“Is that why you left?” Fundy asked walking over to stand beside Wilbur, Fundy’s ears pressing against his head. They both watched you nod and Phil tightened his grip on your arm, you took in another deep breath. His hand moved to wrap securely around your waist, he was here for you. He’d always be here for you.
“When you were born, the hunters were far worse, there were much more of them. Greater numbers and they sniffed out Nymphs like hunting dogs to a rabbit. I couldn’t keep a newborn baby safe, especially one that was half Nymph…Which probably explains why Fundy’s part fox, he has more Nymph in him.” The fox hybrid seemed to light up at even the inclination that he was special in any way, shape, or form. “It was safer for me to be as far away from the both of you as possible, and I was right considering you grew up into a handsome young man with a family of his own.” You chuckled fondly leaning into Phil’s touch. “But I can understand if you don’t trust me or want to get to know me,” You smiled sadly at the man Fundy spoke up before Wilbur could.
“No! We want to get to know you grandma!” He blurted taking your hands in his own, you melted at the adorable way his eyes lit up. You glanced up at Wilbur who Phil totally wasn’t threatening with his eyes,
“I…” The man looked hesitant, but as he stared into your warm eyes once more he felt encapsulated within them. His longing for a motherly figure in his lips came back at full force and washed over him like a tidal wave. He had a mother and she was safe and here and willing to come back into his life if he was ready.
Was he ready? Why did he feel ready?
“Fuck that hesitance she’s grandma,” You let out a delighted laugh ruffling up Fundy’s hair, his tail wagging elatedly behind him.
“Don’t spoil him, love.”
“Fuck you, I’m spoiling the hell out of my grandson. Gotta make it up to him somehow.” Fundy’s tail only wagged harder as he wrapped you in a tight hug, you hugged him back just as tightly.
“Hey, Hey move over champion. I get to hug my mom now.” Wilbur snapped defensively, as Fundy snickered only looking up at him mischievously hugging you tighter. You laughed in delight seeing Wilbur huff, Phil melted against you in relief. Wilbur’s face was scrunching up the exact way you do when you’re pissed, he smiled against the side of your head. Wilbur pushed his son to the side gently and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, he towered over you but couldn’t help but bury his face in your neck. You cooed softly and ran your fingers through his hair, he was gone the moment you did so, melting in your arms completely.
Without you noticing Phil took a step away from the group just to admire the moment from an outsider’s perspective. For what felt like the hundredth time that hour Phil felt light, he felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders. Everything was right in the universe again, you were finally holding your not-so-little boy in your arms again after all these years. Even if you did have a fox hanging off you as well, Phil let out a soft chuckle looking at the three with adoration. A long time ago he gave up his mortality and humanity for you, after you left he had pleaded to the gods once more, he swore he would give up anything for just one more day with you by his side. They had ignored his wishes, they knew without a doubt you’d be back in his arms again, and this time he wouldn’t have to give up a single thing.
~~~
Okay but actually I had so much fun writing this??? Maybe even a Pt. II?
893 notes • Posted 2021-03-10 22:34:14 GMT
#4
Let Me Worship You
(C!Technoblade X Gn!Reader)
Request 9: Could I perhaps request a c!techno x gn!reader where maybe the reader is good friends with Dadza and meets Techno one day and they fall for each other? Bonus if the reader is maybe a great builder like dadza but too shy to actually meet anyone so they just build things quietly and then move on and no one but dadza really knows them? Soft! and/or protective! Techno would be cute but not needed!!
Requested By: Anon
I hope you don’t mind the shameless art I made for this lol.
At this point in his life, Technoblade had known Phil for centuries, they started their own brief empire together and he watched him raise Wilbur the best a single father could. It was about five years ago when you started following Phil around, the first time Technoblade met you was entirely by accident. He just needed to drop off some building supplies to Phil and Wilbur when he saw you trifling through Phil’s stuff, you had gorgeous white wings and when the sun hit them just right he saw flecks of gold peek through. His piglin side was immediately enamored with the gold wanted to reach out and run a delicate hand through the feathers. Technoblade set his jaw and summoned his ax to his side, you turned around (e/c) eyes widening with shock and fear. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel pure satisfaction rush through his veins seeing your fright. You held up your hands and everything you were holding tumbled to the ground, wings puffing up with shock and horror. Hearing the noise Phil wandered into the room and was quick to diffuse the situation, you hid behind the taller male and Techno gave a grunt of an apology in your direction.
From that moment forward you were as much of a staple in his life as Phil was, Phil had explained Wilbur had found you half dead a little ways away from his home. You had wings like his and Phil couldn’t let you die without answers, his crows would never let him live it down. After he got what he needed from you, Phil noticed just how handy you were around the house especially when you were building things so he kept you around. Technoblade never really interacted with you unless Phil was there to interpret, you weren’t much of a talker and Technoblade was never one for long-drawn-out conversation anyway. However, when Phil had killed Wilbur and he and Technoblade had to move north you inevitably followed the birdman. That’s when Technoblade really began to understand and get to know you and your little quirks. He noticed that when you concentrated on blueprints to a certain build you’d stick your tongue out all cute like, or the soft songs you’d hum when you thought no one was listening.
But Technoblade always listens.
He also noticed that since you and Phil had moved in there was an abundance of not only Phil’s crows flying around but a few stray morning doves pecking at the snow as well.
With the encouragement of the voices, Technoblade had gathered up enough courage to attempt to hold onto a conversation with you. As he walked up to you he noticed the soft coo of a dove was heard, catching your attention. You turned around and your eyes locked with his own, he watched your shoulders tense and face flush a little as he approached you.
Off to a rocky start already. Great.
“Ugh. Hey?” Technoblade grunted hands crossing over his chest,
‘Hey? HEY? is that the best you can do? Look at them they’re cowering. Good, they should be, which means we’re well known.’
Technoblade cleared his throat a little as you held up a hand with a shy wave, “hello.” You greeted, your voice was soft and sweet like honey in his ears. The exact opposite of Wilbur and Tommy’s, he found himself enjoying the tone. “So um…did I do something wrong?” Your wings folded back and he watched you methodically run your fingers through the feathers.
‘Look at the gold flecks! I want them! I wanna pet them they’re so cute! So small and helpless like a little worm. Worm? Really? What it’s an analogy! A bad one! Shut up she’s giving us a look!’
“No? Did you do something I should be concerned about?”
“No!”You sputtered out in panic, dropping the bricks in your hand stumbling back so they wouldn’t crush your toes.
You had fast reflexes, that’s good.
The morning dove around you cooed in distress fluttering up to your shoulder, nesting there like it was its home. “I’m alright,” You whispered eyes going soft as you scratched under the bird’s chin, Technoblade watched with interest. Technoblade gathered why Phil really liked you, you were almost an exact replica of the mild manner builder, other than the anarchist tendencies.
“Didn’t mean to make you drop your stuff,” Technoblade clicked his tongue softly bending down to gather your materials. “Where do you want them?”
“You don’t have to-”
“I asked you a question kid.” Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pressed into a thin tense line. Technoblade observed as your eyebrow twitched, oh you were annoyed. You didn’t voice your annoyance he couldn’t help but mentally comment how cute that look was on you. A huff spilled past your lips and you directed him where to place the bricks in their proper locations. The both of you fell into light conversation after that, he caused you to laugh a few times and it made him feel oddly warm inside. He didn’t even realize that the sun began to set until you pointed it out, Technoblade rubbed the stubble on his chin glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You were staring up at the sunset, the orange and red colors shone through the gaps in your feathers, your eyes were alight with wonder. You looked like an old Greek statue, an angel carved out of the finest marble and gemstones.
He flushed when you turned to face him, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so blatantly. You smiled the tips of your pointing ears turning pink, “You should stay the night.” Technoblade spoke without really thinking about the consequences, “there’s plenty of room.”
“Alright. I think I will. It’s not safe flying at night anyway.” Your smile only growing in size at his offer, he made the right decision then, he led you and your little dove through the snow and into his cabin.
Spring rolled around and there was a little house set up right next to Technoblade’s home. It fit his aesthetic nicely, made out of wood, and always had its lanterns lit, it was your home. However, you began to spend most of your time at Technoblade’s home talking with the retired Blood God. You and Phil also had begun molting which was Technoblade’s least favorite time of the year mostly because of all the feathers. However, this year in particular he was particularly enamored with your shiny golden feathers he would find around his home. Maybe he collected them and kept them in his ender chest, it wasn’t creepy he was cleaning. At least that’s what Technoblade told himself, not because he found your feathers beautiful or anything and was enamored by the shine.
“Hey Kid,” Technoblade asked from his seat across from you in his sitting room, you picked your head up and tilted it to the side in a questioning manner. Your wings were ruffled, messy and you looked uncomfortable to be interrupted from your grooming. “Need some help?” He watched your entire face turn bright red in the process, “look you can say no. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable!” You argued, “just caught off guard a little Tech. I never thought it’d be something you were interested in.” Standing up from the chair you spread your wings wide, pulled over a stool, and flopped in front of Technoblade. He was a little shocked at how quickly you agreed, they must’ve really been bothering you.
“Do I…just stick my hands in there or…”
You tossed your head back and let out a roaring laugh,
“heh? What’s so funny huh? I don’t wanna hurt you.” Technoblade snapped at you with an embarrassed huff, your laughter slowly dyed down after a few more seconds.
“Sorry I just. Is that what you say to the ladies too?” Technoblade choked and blanked never once have you said something so dirty before, he didn’t even know you were capable of making jokes like that.
“I say that to everyone actually, I don’t discriminate to just women- I’m not helping my case am I? I should stop talking.” It only served to send you into another set of loud giggles, Technoblade was red in the face and stuck his hands into the little feathers by your back. He felt you tense up for a moment before relaxing into his touch, you let out a soft sound of pleasure. Technoblade chose to ignore the sound even if it sent the voices into a frenzy, to mark and claim, and…he was absolutely not going to finish that thought. You both sat there for about an hour and thirty minutes, fixing up your feathers making you preen at the touches. You were smiling like an idiot by the time he was done and you spread your feathers wide, almost like you were showing them off. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel proud that you liked the work he did so much,
“They’re so soft! Thank you Techno!” You turned towards him, eyes practically glowing with adoration. His face turned red, you were stunning, he kissed you that night and by wintertime, the both of you were an official couple.
Phil was quick to catch onto the change in demeanor between the couple, he clapped Techno on the back as congratulations. You were out on another building project, making a little farm because you knew how much Technoblade loved potatoes, you really were attentive. Surprising Technoblade, Phil had also threatened his first cannon life if he ever hurt you in any way, shape, or form. Techno was a little surprised Phil would go as far as to threaten him, but he promised his old friend he wouldn’t let any man, woman, or creature lay their hands on you, including himself.
It was the dead of winter and temperatures had dropped drastically, Technoblade had made both you and Phil warm clothes for the occasion that matched with his own winter gear. He had given you a friendship emerald and in return, you made him a necklace with one of your golden feathers on it.
Technoblade cherished the gift with his entire being. On occasion, while he was out on a long journey he’d press gentle kisses to it when he missed you, and he swore sometimes he swore it moved on its own. He walked into the cabin to see you spread across his couch, a book on your lap, wings curled in tight against your body. He smiled softly dropping the wood he gathered by the door, he snuck over to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.
“Hi, sunshine,” You greeted turning your head to look at him, his face burned and his chest filled with warmth. Technoblade moved to sit in your lap with a smirk, he plucked the book from your hands to look at the cover. You frowned in his direction, “You lose my spot and I’m hitting you over the head with it.”
“Violent.” He tutted softly bopping you on the head with said book, you shot him a cold look.
“Hypocrite.”
“Nerd.” He responded casually, you let out a little huff, wings ruffling in frustration.
There’s that look, he loved that look. God, you were so cute.
You slapped your hands on his cheeks, and it shocked him back to attention. He felt your fingers spread across his cheeks and your thumbs brush against the apples of his face. Technoblade’s eyes softened and he snuggled into your open palms, he saw you smile and his eyes dropped to a content close. Technoblade did something he hadn’t done in years, he felt the rumble in his throat before it happened, he purred.
His eyes snapped open with fear and embarrassment, but the way your eyes were sparkling quelled the feelings immediately.
“Did you just purr?”
“So what if I did?” He grumbled another purr mixing with a growl,
“That’s the cutest thing in the entire world Mr. Big Bad anarchist. You only purr for me?” The light teasing in your voice sent him aflame, “Aw you do!” You cooed rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs again, he buried his face in your chest as more purrs spilled from his mouth without him wanting them to. “No need to hide it, keep them purrs coming.” Technoblade’s entire face was red as you reached forward to pluck his glasses from his nose. You placed them on the end table and grabbed a blanket wrapping you both inside a cocoon of warmth.
“You tell anyone about this and we’re breaking up.”
“Deal. Your secrets safe with me.” You hummed quietly running his hands through his pink locks melting against your touch. He finally relaxed completely resting the side of his head against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. Technoblade purred and you could feel the rumbles of his chest against your own. The ferocious Blade was akin to a cat, grumpy on the outside but a big softie who wanted attention on the inside. Leaning forward you kissed his forehead, another louder purr was pulled from the man and pressed his forehead back against your lips. “Good boy.~” You teased scratching under his chin he sent you a tired look but the redness in his cheeks gave away how much he enjoyed the praise.
“Shut up. You’re being cringe.” He growled with no real bite or fire,
“Take a nap big guy. You deserve one. You’re safe with me.” Technoblade yawned loudly at your words, his jaw unhinging a little, only proving to show how tired he really was. “I’ll protect you, always.” Technoblade smiled sheepishly and allowed himself to let his guard down just this once to fall asleep in his lover’s arms.
967 notes • Posted 2021-04-14 03:11:01 GMT
#3
Little Hope
(Platonic SBI Famliy x child reader)
Request 6: An imagine or Drabble about sbi family x reader where the reader is the newest adoptee to the family and it turns out they sleepwalk! They do random things like moving stuff around, talking to empty air, and can sometimes end up waking up nowhere near their bed. Just harmless shenanigans that might be spooky at first but are ultimately funny and endearing in a way.
Requested By: @0melodydrifter0
When Phil brought home a little girl wrapped in a blanket Wilbur was pissed, another child his father had adopted that Phil couldn’t take care of, another child that would end up being his and Techno’s duty to raise. However, something was different in his father’s eyes as he held the young girl close to his chest,
“Dad?” Wilbur murmured an eyebrow raised suspiciously high on his head, “What’s that?” He watched his father wince a little cradling the toddler closer to him,
“Wilbur…this is (Y/n). She’s going to be your new little sister.” Wilbur grits his teeth and felt rage flood through his veins again, not at the little one, no he couldn’t blame the child for his father’s savior complex. “An old friend of mine village was raided, he asked for my help but by the time I got there everyone was dead, everyone except her.” Phil moved some stray hair out from the kid’s eyes, “I couldn’t leave her for dead Wilbur.” Wilbur’s face softened a little bit, now wasn’t the time to argue with his father, especially since he had just lost a friend.
“Could I…see her?” He asked hesitantly as Phil knelt down beside one of his eldest, Wilbur noted the girl had flecks of (h/c) hair on her forehead, her face was covered in soot and ash, he noted she had the brightest (e/c) eyes he’s ever seen. She was quiet, very different from Tommy already, she reached up and touched the side of Wilbur’s cheek with a pudgy hand. The boy was done for after that, vowing up and down that he’d be the best big brother in the world to her even if it killed him.
Much better than Tommy and Techno too.
Speaking of the first time Tommy and Techno met you it was quite the experience. Tommy basked in the fact of no longer being the youngest member of the family and Techno was quick to remind him the being the middle child was far worse. Tommy had called him a bitch and Phil told him not to curse in front of his sister which he huffed at, swearing to Phil that her first word would be fuck.
He got hit on the back of his head for that comment.
Technoblade was indifferent about that situation, saying orphans were cringe and that you smelled bad, Wilbur was okay with both of these outcomes. As he stated earlier he was going to be the favorite brother whether you knew it or not.
By the time you were ten years old Wilbur’s wish had come true, you stuck by his side and were a quiet staple in his life. He also spoiled you rotten, he made you songs and snuck you cookies when Phil wasn’t looking, he’d do anything to see that smile a smile on your face. However, much to his displeasure it seemed that both Technoblade and Tommy were encroaching on his little happy bubble with his sister.
It started with Technoblade, he noticed you following him around more often than not. At first, the hybrid was annoyed, he’d lock you out of his room and force you away by threatening to cut off your fingers if you didn’t leave him alone. However, that only made you cry and it made Techno panic if Phil heard you crying he’d be a dead man, and if Wilbur heard he’d be double dead. He began to try to hush you frantically, you didn’t calm down until he stated he would hang out with you a little longer. It shut you up immediately, oh you were a sneaky little shit, he could respect that. He decided he read to you if that was alright, you nodded eagerly, and he carried you into his room. You were a kid of few words and Technoblade could respect that, he pulled out a story about some of the ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses. Figuring the Art of War was probably too much for a ten-year-old, surprisingly he enjoyed himself. You were eager to learn and enjoyed the stories way more than he thought you would, okay maybe you bonded just a little. He had taken to calling you Moirai the greek goddess of destiny, not only that but Technoblade had started bringing you gifts from his adventures, something he never did for anyone else.
Therefore Wilbur was feeling VERY threatened and Technoblade LOVED it.
However, while the both of them were having their little pissing contest they didn’t notice their younger brother swooping in to join the fight for your attention. As the eldest were at war with themselves, Tommy had taken to sneaking you out of the house to cause trouble by his side. After all, no sister of his was going to be boring like Wilbur and Technoblade, she was going to be as awesome as he was if he had anything to say about it. So when he snuck you out one night against their wishes when they were too busy to notice he decided to take full advantage of that opportunity. He adored hearing your enthusiastic giggles as he tore through the forest with you on his shoulders.
You were typically a very quiet child, so to hear you laugh because of him made Tommy preen with delight. Your fingers were twisted in his blonde locks as you steered him like a horse, it hurt like hell but so long as it kept you steady he really didn’t mind.
The joy didn’t last long because Wilbur and Technoblade had found them not soon after he escaped their clutches. Techno plucked you off his shoulders and held you in his arms, you let out a little whine of disappointment and Tommy frowned,
“Oh come on Technoblade don’t be an asshole!”
“Don’t curse in front of (Y/n), Tommy.” Wilbur hissed hitting him on the back of his head, “you can’t just run off with her it’s dangerous!”
“I can protect her just fine you bitch!”
“Oh please, you can barely protect yourself.” Technoblade scoffed as you began to play with his pink hair, hating the tense atmosphere. Tommy snarled at his brother and moved to punch him in the chest but Techno was quick to sidestep them, “nice one genius.”
“FUCK OFF!”
You let out a displeased whine and covered your ears at the volume Tommy shouted,
“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur hissed “You’re way too loud and you’re upsetting her.”
“WE WERE HAVING A LOVELY TIME UNTIL YOU FUCKERS RUINED IT!”
“Tom-Tom please shush,” You pressed a finger to your mouth in distress, mimicking a hushing movement. His face faltered, his voice lowering in volume as he apologized softly towards you. “Thank you,” a big smile spread across your lips, and all three brothers visibly relaxed.
“Alright little one,” Wilbur spoke tenderly running a hand through your hair his heart-melting a little as you nuzzled against it. “Let’s get you home, it’s way past your bedtime.” You groaned in distaste falling against Techno’s shoulder with a soft thud, the man chuckled softly as all three brothers walked back home.
It was about two months after that when your happy facade came crashing down around you, it had been a particularly rough day. Everyone seemed to be busy with one thing or another and you were left to your own devices and thoughts. They all came rushing back to you, the memories of the day your village got raided and your bio parents passed away. Wilbur was the first to notice something was wrong and had asked Phil to check up on you, so when Phil finally got around to ask what was wrong you burst into tears. That’s when they discovered you apparently remembered more of the incident than you let on. It broke their hearts to see you so upset over something you had no control over, but like everyone else in their family of misfits, you blamed yourself for simply surviving the tragedy.
They had made sure to coddle you the rest of the day, Technoblade had made sure to make you your favorite food for dinner. Phil and Wilbur tried to keep you busy with music and potion brewing and Tommy played some discs to help you fall asleep. You did so smiling and his heart soared, point to Tommy for getting you to fall asleep with a smile.
Your found family had gathered that night to discuss what they should do with you moving forward. Phil had declared they all do their best to keep you distracted the next few days, preferably in shifts if that was needed. Wilbur offered to spend the morning with you, he wanted to visit Niki and Sally and both of them loved you if anyone would cheer you up they would. Tommy offered the afternoon and he could bring Tubbo over and you all could play soldiers, Techno said he’d handle the nights with Phil.
Everyone settled into bed to get a much-needed rest, out of all the brothers Technoblade was the lightest sleeper. So when he woke up in a cold sweat with you standing over his bed he almost shit himself. You had a glassy look in your (e/c) eyes,
“(Y/n)? What are you doing? Do you know how late it is?” Technoblade scolded reaching out to grab his glasses, you didn’t respond to him which made his nose scrunch up. “Did you have a nightmare?” His voice got quieter as he reached out to cup your cheek, still no response from you.“Kid?”He sat up as you turned away from him to wander back out the door, “what just happened?” He murmured scratching under his chin, he’d have to bring this up tomorrow.
Wilbur was concerned and immediately wanted to seek a doctor, especially because you had no remembrance of the event. Phil ran a hand through his hair in thought, “could it be sleepwalking?”
“(Y/n)’s too cool to sleepwalk. What the fuck do you mean?” Tommy scoffed and you frowned eyebrows furrowing together.
“Well it makes sense, doesn’t it? She doesn’t remember walking around but it clearly happened. Hopefully, it was only a one-off occurrence and she’ll never do it again.”
“Is it bad if I do?” You whispered shuffling on your feet suddenly self-conscious, “Tommy doesn’t seem to think it’s good.” They all glared at the teenager who winced and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Phil knelt down in front of you and cupped your cheeks with his hands,
“It’s not bad. We just have to take some extra precautions for you is all, it’s perfectly normal especially after the trauma you went through.” You bit your lip and nodded within his hands, “Tommy’s an idiot-”
“Hey!-
“That doesn’t make you any less of a person and it doesn’t make you any more abnormal either,” Phil assured as Techno began snickering behind him, he turned his head to shoot him a look.
“What? It’s just funny assuring her she’s normal when no one in this house is normal.” Technoblade waved his hand, “we’re all a bunch of misfits- don’t give me that look you know it’s true. Half of us are hybrids and the other half are gremlins,” He motioned to Tommy again who made an indigent sound tired of being the butt of everyone’s teasing. “So she’s never gonna be normal, but she’s always gonna be one of us and we’ll kill anyone who even thinks about teasing her.”
Phil smiled sheepishly sweat gathering on his brow, “Let’s not kill anyone Techno at least not now. Especially if they’re children.”
“Now, now dad, Technoblade has a point.”
“Wilbur.” Phil scolded as Tommy’s face lit up,
“Can I punch a child?” You burst into laughter at Phil’s horrified expression,
“No Tommy. No, you cannot!”
“It’s okay papa I give them explicit permission to beat anyone up who fucks with me!” You shouted and Tommy’s face once again lit up, he grabbed you out of Phil’s arms and held you close.
“You said Fuck! I’m so proud I’m teaching you so well!” He spun you around only causing you to laugh harder as the older members of your family glared at Tommy, “Now say it again!”
Wilbur plucked you from Tommy’s arms glaring at his brother, “No. No, she won’t say it again. That’s a bad word you can’t say it till you’re older.” A pout settled on your lips as you crossed your arms in frustration.
“But Tommy gets to say it all the time.”
“And he’s older.” Phil let out a chuckle at Wilbur’s response watching you slump forward with a loud groan of absolute torment.
You didn’t sleepwalk again until a few months later, everyone had relatively assumed it was a one-off occurrence and their watchful eye was lifted. In the meantime Tommy had started to maybe sort of sneak out; he had his bag all packed and planned to meet Tubbo in the park. They both wanted to go monster hunting on their own, it wasn’t their first rodeo but it still wasn’t something he was supposed to do without his dad’s permission.
Tommy didn’t give a shit about permission though.
Obviously.
He grabbed his sword from its place in the living room, Tommy held it up with a wicked smile. It shone in the dim light and he could see the reflection of his face inside it, it must’ve been freshly polished. Tommy put his sword in its holster and turned around, immediately letting out a startled yelp slapping his hands over his mouth. You were standing behind him eyes glassy as you blinked blearily at him,
“(Y/n)?” Tommy whisper hissed glaring at you harshly, “What the fuck are you doing awake?” You didn’t respond, only walking past him reaching for a sword of your own, his eyes widened frantically and steered you away from the sharp weaponry. “Are you sleepwalking?” Tommy asked in mild concern before a smirk came across his face, “Guess I don’t have to worry about you snitching huh?” He slowly led you into Phil’s room opening the door and shoving you in before shutting the door. Tommy made quick work of grabbing everything else needed before heading out of the house to meet up with Tubbo.
Phil woke up to you standing over him, looming, and it almost sent him into a heart attack. He knew immediately you were sleepwalking, “Oh honey…come ‘ere.” He pulled you into bed with him and watched your eyes drift close and snuggle up to him. At least you were safe with him, so long as you didn’t start unlocking doors and injuring yourself they could handle this.
After telling the other brothers about the incident last night Wilbur was only growing more concerned about your sleep state. He offered to take you to the doctor but Phil brushed him off, saying that normally this thing sorts themself out on their own. Since he was feeling rather protective Wilbur slept in the living room the next few nights just to make sure you didn’t go wandering off. Plus, Phil seemed to not only approve of but also grateful for the idea; so long as the old man could get much-needed rest he didn’t seem to care. Another week flew by with no problems, and he decided to spend one last night in the living room just to triple-check you weren’t going to sleepwalk.
He woke up to the sound of a hooting owl and soft banging against the wall, he tossed his hand over the back of the couch and he blinked blearily. Unlike his twin, he didn’t exactly have the razor-sharp reflexes that Technoblade was gifted with. Wilbur grabbed his glasses from the coffee table and shoved them on his face haphazardly.
What was that noise? Did Tommy sneak out again? He turned towards the opened door and it took a few moments to process why the door was open. Wilbur scratched the top of his head in confusion before his eyes snapped open in blatant realization. He tossed the blankets off the couch and scrambled out the door. Bare footprints were made in the mud leading away from your house, tiny you sized footprints.
Oh, he was so fucked. How long ago did you leave? Are you alright? It’s so cold and you weren’t wearing shoes.
Wilbur made sure to grab both of your jackets and shoved his feet in his boots before heading out the door. He saw his breath out in front of him and winced you must be so cold, hopefully, you weren’t dead if you were he was totally in big trouble. He followed your footprints until they stopped at the edge of the woods, he looked around frantically and anxiety prickled at his skin. If the trail went cold here there was no way he would be able to find you, what if you woke up in a completely different part of the SMP. Or worse yet what if someone kidnaps you and takes you away from them?
He entered the woods calling out your name desperately even though you wouldn’t respond if you were still asleep. Wilbur adjusted his glasses noticing a soft trail of broken leaves, he decided it was his best bet to follow them. Eventually, he came to a bit of a clearing in the woods that led up to a large cliff, Wilbur’s heart sunk. He felt his breathing stop as he walked towards the edge of the cliff, slowly like he didn’t want to know if he thinks what happened to you, happened to you. At the very top of the cliff is when he saw it, the bracelet you always wore on your wrist it was made of gold and Technoblade had gifted it to you after an adventure he had with Phil. He pulled the jewelry close to his chest and let out a shaky breath, tears swelled in his eyes as he peeked over the edge of the cliff. The poor boy couldn’t even see the bottom, Phil would have to fly down and search it, he was going to throw up.
“Wilby…?”
Oh god, he could still hear your sweet, little voice.
“What are you doing? Are you crying?”
Wait, that was your voice!
He whipped around to find you rubbing your tired eyes, your feet were bare and you were shivering. Wilbur tore through the bush and scooped you up in his arms, cuddling you close to him as he peppered kisses all over your face. “Ewww Wilby stop!” You said through giggles pushing his face away from your own,
“I’m so glad you’re alright. You were sleepwalking again, I thought…” His voice cracked a little as you tilted your head. You looked around his shoulder and eyed the cliff wearily, you nuzzled against his neck and squeezed him tightly.
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s not your fault.” He whispered against you, “let’s get you home though alright? Want to have a sleepover with me?”
“Please. I’m scared I’ll wander off if I sleep alone again.” Wilbur nodded, running his fingers through your messy hair. For a girl your age, it was important to make sure you get a good night’s sleep. As he carried you back home you ended up falling back asleep in his arms, he had a lot of time to think. He couldn’t believe that a few years ago he had despised the girl in his arms, thought of you as just another stowaway Phil brought home. You had managed to melt his heart and worm your way into not just his brain but his other brother’s brains as well. You had brought so much joy and happiness into their lives. Before you entered their lives there was arguing every night. Tommy and Techno were always at each other’s throats, Wilbur wasn’t any better, to be honest, but then you were there and everything changed. They had to get along and watch their language around you, you weirdly brought them together. Made them better and he couldn’t imagine what their lives would be like without their little hope.
1182 notes • Posted 2021-03-27 01:12:18 GMT
#2
1,000 Follower Special
Members of the DreamSMP simping for you:
Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, Technoblade, Phil, Wilbur, and Fundy
~No minor members obviously~
Dream:
- When the both of you started dating he knew he couldn’t let anyone know about you.
- The only two people who he trusted to know about you were George and Sapnap, solely because they knew who you were before the both of you dated.
- Dream met you during Wilbur’s revolt against the SMP, you were a member of one of the villages he frequented.
- Dream would constantly trade with your grandparents for ender pearls. They happened to sell the cheapest ones.
- One day instead of them you were standing in their place.
- The both of you clicked instantly, you laughed at his jokes, and were filled with a certain spark and fire, that had him hooked.
- It was safe to say he was addicted.
- He adored you, when the time came for him to cut off all the things he loved he couldn’t leave you behind.
- Therefore you were the only person he’d allowed himself to have when he had to get rid of all personal attachments.
- To him you were a goddess who could do no wrong, he’d kill for you.
- If anyone hurt you all their lives would be gone in an instant.
- He still remembered the first kiss the both of you shared, he had just gotten back from a rough battle.
- Dream was practically bleeding out on your floor, you were screaming at him calling him an idiot.
- You were fretting over him like a mother hen, he just felt so warm and cared for, he took off his mask to give you a crooked smile before falling into your arms.
- He couldn’t help but think you looked gorgeous in your grey sweatpants, hair all messy, eyes glassy from sleep.
- Another string of curses fell from your mouth as he leaned forward and captured his lips with yours.
- He felt fireworks pop against his lips and you for sure tasted the blood staining in his teeth.
- He then promptly passed out in your arms.
- Dream woke up wrapped in your arms and on a cushy bed.
- He knew you tended to his injuries he also knew when you woke up you’d beat his ass.
- At the moment, he felt nurtured and tended to, Dream buried his face in your chest and smiled to himself.
- You were his good girl.
GeorgeNotFound:
- Waking up in the woods to a girl standing over him was certainly not how he envisioned the next stage of his life going.
- She glared down at him and he hesitantly adjusted the glasses on his face, he greeted her meekly and she huffed.
- She introduced herself to him and called him a pretty boy in such a condescending manner that it made his stomach wrap up in knots.
- Oh no she was mean and hot.
- You apparently lived very far from the SMP and had no idea how he got to where he was, maybe he slept walk or something.
- You knelt beside him and grabbed his cheeks between your fingers eyeing him like you were trying to see into his soul.
- He passed whatever test you had because you helped him to his feet and offered up your home to him.
- Having no other options he agreed to go with you.
- As months went by he realized you weren’t all that bad. You could cook, and let him sleep all he wanted.
(Mostly to try and get his energy back, but still)- He learned you knew a lot about nature and loved animals probably more than anyone else he knew.
- You really were soft under that tough exterior and George loved that it was him who could make you like that.
- As much as he enjoyed himself he couldn’t help but miss Sapnap and Dream.
- Were they even looking for him? Dream had to care at least…right?
- He felt guilty for being happy here, for being happy with you.
- It took another month for George to recognize his feelings for you and as soon as he did Sapnap and Dream found him.
- They both seemed to like you after he clarified that, no you didn’t kidnap him. You were a kind soul who opened your home up to him.
- Dream and Sapnap looked at one other wit
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Longest Tag: 120 characters
MyTop Posts in 2021
#5
Obsessive!SlashxFem!reader
This imagine series is going to include: smut, blood, gore, blood kink, knife kink, over all slash being a meanie, Stockholm syndrome?, dubcon?, noncon ( just in case), obsessive behavior.
PART ½
68 notes • Posted 2021-01-02 21:51:15 GMT
#4
Slash x Reader
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ᴍᴜꜱʜʏɴᴇꜱꜱ
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82 notes • Posted 2021-02-15 23:36:06 GMT
#3
꧁ ꧂
Slash x Fem!Reader
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴇx, ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ
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110 notes • Posted 2021-01-02 22:33:33 GMT
#2
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・゜ ♡ ゜sʟᴀsʜ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ * ・ ♡ ° . 。
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sʟᴀsʜ’s ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ. ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴀᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴs.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘᴏʀɴ , ᴘᴏʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴘᴇᴛɴᴀᴍᴇs (ʜᴏɴᴇʏ, ʙᴀʙʏ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴇᴛᴄ.), ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴏɴᴅᴀɢᴇ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ:1,222
ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ:@novemberslashhx@aggressive-slytherin@decaffeinatedpicklepastafriend@motley-bitch@XmikX@localdreamer451@redripping@petals-and-bullets@lunanicki@Mentallyagroupiefromthe80s@myahswrld@xeas1lyamusedx@blackgirlsrxck
if your name is in pinkit won’t let me tag you :(
A/N: Here’s a little late-birthday fic for all of the slash sluts out there ! i was hoping that i could get this out yesterday, but i was exhausted so i hope this makes up it!
・゜ ♡ ゜ * ・ ♡ ° . 。
134 notes • Posted 2021-07-24 18:21:14 GMT
#1
⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆
༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ ꜱʟᴀꜱʜ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ sᴍᴜᴛ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙
(ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱʟᴀꜱʜ’ꜱ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛꜱ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇꜱ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴘꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʙᴜᴛ, ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. )
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ꜱᴇx ᴘᴏʟʟᴇɴ, ᴅᴜʙᴄᴏɴ (ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ;) ), ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ/ꜰᴇʀᴀʟ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ),
ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ:@localdreamer451@petals-and-bullets @aggressive-slytherin @XmikX @novemberslashhx@motley-bitch@redripping@decaffeinatedpicklepastafriend
(if your username is in white i could not tag you :( )
⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗. ♡̷. ♡̶. ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
Slash got out of his car, the sleek leather complimenting his leather jacket nicely. He stumbled up the stoop of his house, knocking over pots and packages as he went. He cringed slightly, ears sensitive as he groggily pulled out his keys. Fuck his head was spinning. He finally found the right key, slipping it into the knob. He pushed open the door, foggy eyes searching for you. You were his housekeeper, but you had always been a dear friend of his. When the place was deemed empty he shuffled in all the way. He felt around his pocket for the newly scored drug, a sloppy smile on his face as he trudged up the stairs. Along with that drug, however, was something he hadn’t tried before.
Sex pollen.
Slash didn’t know it was sex pollen, the dealer telling him that they had a huge shipment of this plant and told slash that it would give him a “life-changing high”.
All Slash cared about was his heroin, but the use of ‘life-changing high’ piqued his interest. It was a little plant, something similar to weed that you crush up and smoke. Slash hadn’t smoked a drug in a while since he was currently in the vice grip of heroin but he was open to trying it.
He pushed open his bedroom door, the sound of old syringes breaking under his boot going ignored as he trudged over to the master bathroom. His quarters were the only thing that was off-limits to you. One, because this was his haven and he didn’t need you meddling around in it and two, well, he was sort of embarrassed about the state of his bedroom. Although, the embarrassment wouldn’t last long as his judgment and dignity were non-existent.
He tore off his jacket, digging in the pockets as he grabbed the heroin and the mysterious plant. He examined the leaf, the dark bathroom not being much of a help. He pursed his lips, walking out of the bathroom, and pulled out an old weed grinder a friend had given him a long time ago.
He popped off the lid, placing the leaf inside before grinding it up. He took out rolling paper and a filter. After rolling the joint he stared at it, laughing lazily as he quickly pulled out a lighter.
He sat slumped against his bed, leaning his head back as he inhaled. He waited for a while, growing impatient as he took hit after hit of the joint.
“Son of a bitch..” He groaned, putting the joint out.
He stumbled back up on his feet, his head nodding around his shoulders as he walked back toward the bathroom where his pride and joy were.
That’s when it hit him.
A huge rush of ache ran over his body, his knees hitting the floor as he gasped. His cock strained against his leather pants, leaking pearls of precum until they dripped down the shaft. It twitched as his hips bucked, wave after wave of ache and frustration hitting him like a tsunami. He flattened his knees back, hands gripping the carpet as he panted. He felt like a dog in heat, head spinning as his hips ground against the plush carpet.
He didn’t know what was happening, his entire body feeling so hot, the air around him so thick and humid that it was hard to even breathe.
His hand slipped down his sweaty body, hands clammy as they curved over his bulge.
“Oh-fuck!” He grunted, eyes squeezing shut as his hips bucked wildly against his open hand. Precum thickened around his cock, coating the tip deliciously as it rubbed roughly against the leather. He felt like he was on fire, the heat wafting from his body making it hard to breathe.
“Please-ah~” His mind was racing as he weakly rolled onto his back, hands pulling at the hem of the leather pants. He tugged angrily, the leather suctioned to his skin from all the heat and sweat.
He got the hem down around his mid-thigh, just enough to pull out his cock. It was swollen red, shiny from the copious amounts of pre. His hand wrapped eagerly around the thick shaft, veins pounding as he pumped away. Wet smacking sounds of the cum foaming against his hand made his brain spin. His eyes rolled back, hips bucking up to meet his pumps as he moaned and babbled away.
His cloudy mind finally made a coherent thought; You. His mouth opened, a loud moan ripping through him as his pumps got faster. Fuck he needed you, he needed you so badly. He always wondered what it would be like to feel your lips against his, your body against his, your mouth around-
Spit dribbled down his chin, his back arching, cum squirting across his chest and abdomen. Moan after moan tumbled from his lips, incoherent babbles of your name leaving his mouth like a prayer. He finally cracked open his eyes, crusted closed with tears as he moaned softly. He relaxed, the burning lust dying down as cum melted against his skin.
He thought he was in the clear, but oh no, it was only getting started.
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗. ♡̷. ♡̶. ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
I posted 280 times in 2021
28 posts created (10%)
252 posts reblogged (90%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 9.0posts.
I added 101 tags in 2021
- #inukag- 19 posts
- #inuyasha x kagome- 15 posts
- #inukagfluffweek2021- 14 posts
- #inuyasha fanfic- 14 posts
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Longest Tag: 45 characters
#being a slytherin does not make you a bad guy
MyTop Posts in 2021
#5
Inu-spirationHalloweenBang!
The amazing @mamabearcatfanart and I have brought you modern witch Kagome.
ReadWitch’s Brew on AO3!
Summary: Beaten down from years of hate and discrimination, Inuyasha journeys to a town that he hopes will be a place to finally call home. As he learns what it means to be accepted and appreciated, he finds himself mesmerized by the voice and face of the most unlikely person, the town witch.
@ruddcatha@lavendertwilight89@cstormsinukagblog@clearwillow@mamabearcat@witchygirl99@dawnrider@fawn-eyed-girl@pinkpigeonstudio@superpixie42@smmahamazing@bluejay785@zelink-inukag@liz8080@rootpatterson@umacaking@zelico-blog@i-dream-of-soup
48 notes • Posted 2021-11-01 03:37:19 GMT
#4
Reblogging because I posted kind of late last night.
This is my official birthday gift to @dreaming-of-soup given to her around my birthday since I missed hers.
Hope you all enjoy, you can find and read it on AO3.
Some comments have already come in and I appreciate every single person that has read this fic, whether you commented or not, I love you.
Here’s some shortened comments for you to enjoy, apparently I didn’t properly advertise the SPICE LEVEL of this fic, lol:
- Damn, that was satisfying. So good.
- Sooo sweet and HOT
- I will never look at croissants the same again. And I thank you for that.
- Omg yaaaaaaas. Goddamn that was hot.
Summary: Kagome is searching for the perfect coffee shop to call her own in her new town when she runs head first (literally) into an arrogant silver-haired ‘god’. A battle over a chocolate croissant leads to a playful feud, and when an incident shifts their relationship, they both realize they desire more than coffee and chocolate.
@dreaming-of-soup@ruddcatha@lavendertwilight89@cstormsinukagblog@clearwillow@witchygirl99@dawnrider@pinkpigeonstudio@superpixie42@smmahamazing@bluejay785@zelink-inukag@liz8080@rootpatterson@umacaking
53 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 23:34:41 GMT
#3
Taking Flight
Summary: Kagome has been struggling with her disability most of her life but she’s never felt anything but normal with Inuyasha always steadily by her side. But when her neurologist approaches her with the chance to recover full use of her leg, she takes it.
A childhood friends to lovers, soulmates AU
Read on AO3 or Below the Cut
See you tomorrow for chapter two, Soulmates!
“Inuyasha! Wait for me!” Kagome called, trying to catch up, as he raced up the hill ahead of her.
“Kagome, come on! We don’t wanna miss it!”
“You’re running too fast!” Kagome cried as her forearm crutch rhythmically made a thump, thump, thump in the damp grasswith each step. She looked away from where Inuyasha seemed to be approaching the top of the hill to watch her feet, moving as quickly as her limp and the darkness would allow.
Ever since the drunken idiot had t-boned the family car, the Higurashi family had never been the same, not only had they lost the patriarch of the family, but Kagome would forever be forced to live her life as a cripple. The doctors had told her mother that they were lucky that Kagome had been knocked unconscious during the accident. Not only was she spared the pain of it but also had she been awake, a struggling, panicking three-year-old surely would’ve shifted the large metal rod that had embedded itself completely through the thigh, and most likely would’ve bled out before help could have arrived.
Adjusting to the constant pain that accompanied the damaged nerves in her leg on top of the pain of losing her father, Kagome struggled through rehabilitation. It wasn’t until nearly a year after the accident that Kagome’s mother and grandfather had decided to take a huge step in moving across the country, to have access to a highly recommended neurologist, that Kagome began to have success. The neurologist had been able to offer better advice and provide a more personalized plan in teaching a four-year-old to walk again. But it wasn’t just the neurologist that helped Kagome succeed but also her new neighbor, a sweet hanyou, just a year older than her and instantly attached. Inuyasha was encouraging, loyal, fun, protective, and always around when Kagome needed him.
“Come on, Kagome. You know I’d never leave you behind.” Inuyasha spoke, suddenly appearing beside her. He gently took her crutch from her before kneeling down and presenting her with his back.
Kagome excitedly wrapped her arms around his neck along with her one good leg around his waist. He scooped up her other leg with his forearm, and stood, crutch in hand. Inuyasha began bounding back up the hill; Kagome let out a giggle when his shoulder-length silver hair lifted in the wind, tickling her nose.
“Faster, Inuyasha! Faster!” Her little voice squealed.
“Hang on tight ‘Gome!” Inuyasha picked up speed, moving as quickly as his short legs would permit.
When he reached the top of the hill he jerked to a stop before spinning in a circle over and over again until Kagome started laughing, shrieking in delight.
He plopped his butt down to the ground before dropping Kagome’s legs and letting her fall the last few inches to the grass.
Kagome swayed her upper body in a circle. “Woah. Dizzy.” She let herself fall backwards, laying down, face towards the star-filled sky.
Inuyasha set her crutch next to him before joining her, arm resting against hers. He was silent for a moment before asking. “Is your mom taking you to the doctor tomorrow?”
“Yeah, she already told your papa that he didn’t have to wait for me to walk to school in the morning.”
“Can we still hang out after school?”
“I already asked mama if she could drop me off at school so I can walk home with you.”
“Good. I’ll tell you everything that you missed.” Inuyasha began counting stars as they fell into silence.
“Is it going to start soon?” She questioned.
“Think so.”
They only had to wait a few more minutes before they both saw the first streak across the sky, Kagome gasped. The white streak was soon followed by another, then another. The sky was quickly filled with a wave of meteors rushing past overhead.
“Wow. We should make a wish.” Kagome whispered in awe.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. But you have to do it in your head. Or else it won’t come true.” Kagome took Inuyasha’s hand in hers. “Now, close your eyes and make a wish.”
They both closed their eyes and wished.
I wish for Kagome’s leg to be fixed.
55 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 18:20:23 GMT
#2
TakingFlight
Summary: Kagome has been struggling with her disability most of her life but she’s never felt anything but normal with Inuyasha always steadily by her side. But when her neurologist approaches her with the chance to recover full use of her leg, she takes it.
A childhood friends to lovers, soulmates AU
Read on AO3 or Below the Cut
Seeyoutomorrowforchapterfive,pining!
TEN YEARS LATER
Inuyasha began wiping down the counters and putting away the extra ingredients after popping the lasagna in the oven. After cleaning up and washing and drying his hands, he leaned against the counter for a moment, trying to take deep calming breaths. Kagome would be home shortly and he had to explain to her how her life-long neurologist had called earlier and asked to come over to make a house visit. She wouldn’t be more specific over the phone and insisted on coming tonight to speak with them. Inuyasha sighed, not knowing how Kagome would take the news, doctors, well, ones of Dr. Kaede Kyoda’s calibur, never made house calls for nothing short of something life-changing.
Deciding that keeping busy was the best thing he could do at the moment, he set to clearing off the dining room table. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the amount of wedding and bridal magazines that littered the surface; but when he found the wedding outline binder buried underneath he smiled. He recalled how Kagome had burst into sobs when he had gone down on one knee at the top of that hill near their childhood homes. He had hardly been able to get the question out before she had thrown her arms around his neck and hugged him so tightly that he would swear she had some youkai in her genes. The amount of tears had made him so uneasy that he had to question her if they were happy tears or not. Her response had been to slap him in the arm and declare that, of course, they were happy tears, she had just gotten nervous that he was never going to ask. It was true that he had waited far longer than anyone was expecting but he had wanted to wait until he had finished his DPT program before going down on his knee and promising to always be able to provide for her.
He tried to make organized stacks of all the wedding paraphernalia at one end of the table. With the wedding only six months away, he was glad that Kagome had given almost free reign over the plans to their mothers. They had been all too eager and elated to step in and take the reins. With the amount of extra hours Kagome had been picking up at the publishing house lately, he was glad that she had ceded control. He was worried that she was overstressing and overworking herself, but she refused to back down from the extra work. So he did what he could to make sure there was nothing she felt the need to do when she got home, and always offered her a massage or a PT session with him when she came home from work.
When he heard the door open, he made his way towards it. He found Kagome kicking off her shoes while trying to remove her bag from around her head, causing the strap to get caught in her hair. She let out a frustrated huff before turning sad eyes towards him, he had the urge to chuckle but held it back so as to not upset her further. Jumping in, he untangled her from her bag and placed it on the entry table. When he turned back to her, he gathered her in his arms and held her tightly. Letting his face drop down to the side of her neck, he breathed in her scent, the warm spicy scent of her calmed his frayed nerves. Being apart from her all day while they were still unbonded was almost torturous some days. But they had both agreed to wait to officially bond until their wedding night; six months couldn’t pass quick enough.
“Rough day?” Kagome asked as she tenderly ran her fingers through his hair.
He nodded, drawing in another deep breath of her scent before pulling back and giving her a peck on the lips.
She smiled sweetly at him before making her way out of the entryway and toward the bedroom. He followed her into their room as she began rifling through the drawers and pulling out sweats and a tank top. He settled onto the edge of the bed admiring her lovely form as she began to strip down.
“What’s wrong?” She questioned as she leaned against the dresser for balance, tucking one leg into the sweats.
“Dr. Kyoda called.”
Kagome looked up at him quizzically as she pulled the sweats up into place around her hips. “What for? I’m not scheduled to see her for another few months.”
“She’s coming over to speak to us… tonight.”
“Why?” Kagome pulled the tank top down over her head, her bun getting trapped in the thin straps. “Ugh.”
Inuyasha jumped in to help again, releasing the strap from the confines of her hair. “You’re always getting things stuck in your hair, Kagome.”
She pulled the top down into place before sticking her tongue at him. “I know, I know. I’m a klutz. Now, whyis Dr. Kyoda coming? Why is she coming here?”
Inuyasha shrugged as he brushed a few tendrils of hair away from her face. “I dunno, I asked what it was about but she wouldn’t go into anything over the phone.”
Kagome sighed as she placed her arm back into her crutch and went back to the living room, sitting in her designated spot on the couch, her crutch leaning against the armrest. Laying her head back against the couch, she closed her eyes.
“When is she supposed to be coming?”
Inuyasha took a seat on the coffee table across from her, he took one of her feet from the floor and placed it in his lap. He began rubbing circles into her heel as he responded to her question.
“Soon, I think. Before the food is even out, or as it’s coming out of the oven, I would suspect.”
“Mmmm. That feels nice. Wanna tell me about your day?”
By the time Inuyasha had finished telling Kagome about his day and had thoroughly rubbed both feet and her damaged thigh, the oven timer was beeping and Kagome was beginning to doze off. Inuyasha was pulling the pan from the oven when there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it, sweetie.” Kagome called to him from the living room.
When Inuyasha made it back into the living room, Dr. Kyoda was settling herself into the armchair and Kagome was taking her place back on the couch.
Striding over to the armchair, he offered his hand. “Dr. Kyoda, good to see you.” He gave her a sidelong look. “I hope.”
55 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 03:25:14 GMT
#1
IT’SHERE!CHAPTERNINE!
Summary: The human world has been brought to its knees by the youkai, reverting their culture back a century. Youkai now control everything and the humans? Set to be servants forever. Kagome’s city is ruled over by the Inu youkai clan and when she goes to Kaede on her 18th birthday for her required “Fate Carving,” the tattoo that will determine what her place is in the world, she’s stunned, terrified, and overwhelmed by the results. Everyone she’s ever known has been a worker, but when has Kagome ever been the same as everyone else?
Read on AO3!
Thanks to @clearwillow for the amazing artwork, and to @lavendertwilight89and@ruddcatha for being my beta and support team!
@ruddcatha @lavendertwilight89@cstormsinukagblog@clearwillow@mamabearcat @witchygirl99@dawnrider@fawn-eyed-girl @pinkpigeonstudio@superpixie42@smmahamazing@bluejay785@zelink-inukag@liz8080@rootpatterson@umacaking@zelico-blog@i-dream-of-soup
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I posted 266 times in 2021
196 posts created (74%)
70 posts reblogged (26%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 0.4posts.
I added 451 tags in 2021
- #13thdoodle- 79 posts
- #asks- 68 posts
- #danny phantom- 59 posts
- #dp 31- 53 posts
- #dp kitsune au- 44 posts
- #not mine- 38 posts
- #dp levi- 36 posts
- #kc rambles- 28 posts
- #anonymous- 24 posts
- #dp ocs- 22 posts
(huh.. only less than 200 posts this year? man im getting rusty :squint: )
Longest Tag: 139 characters
(of course my longest tag is me venting kasjndjkaasd)
MyTop Posts in 2021
#5
Cursed thought:
What if blob ghosts can’t fully possess someone, at least not the normal way most ghosts do, so instead they sorta drive em around, like Remy from ratatouille?
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Ok I know u said cursed thoughts and that it had the potential to be cursed
but also i cant help but think the blob ghost controlling ppl like remy sounds super cute ??? maybe not even actually possess just.. flop on people’s head n nudge em to where they wanna go??
they tryin their best uwu
998 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 05:58:06 GMT
#4
Phandom Truce gift for @the-random-phan
They wanted Danny meet Peter Parker so i hope i get it right?
I’m sorry this took so long i have no excuses orz
1109 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 07:50:54 GMT
(I’m glad this one made it here~)
#3
[ Dannymay Day 13 : Daydream ] cont.Nature
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Kitsune Danny being the ominous cryptic lil shit that he is
1221 notes • Posted 2021-05-14 10:00:18 GMT
(HELL YEA Kitsune Au my beloved~ I’m glad this one got here too aksjnaksskdn somewhat surprised the animatic one isnt here tho)
#2
[ DP kitsune au : continuation from candlelightnmidnite prompt ]
sam n tucker : everything is sus
danny : shit i gotta gaslight gatekeep girlboss my way outta this
he maybe criptid but he’s still danny so he work with two braincells at best
also i may or may not have tried to look up if green candles are normal or easy to get so thats why we’re here lmao
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(the singular braincells trio)
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Okay how about the au where its demons instead of ghosts x the au where danny goes to college and stops caring
so… like @louroalka’s demon AU? hopefully its okay?
Bad coping mechanism College Danny VS the demon on your shoulder telling you to take some fcking nap and eat healthy for goodness sake
I had the usual danny being sassy to demon but this is wayy funnier lmaoo
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(i cant believe its this one thats more popular somehow aksjadka i guess the ones with more notes are from 2020.. n this year i was more into ocs so maybe thats why aksjndkjads)
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At Grand lake last Sunday.
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Somewhere near Bon Echo park in Ontario.
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The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone.
Einstein’s Dreams, Alan Lightman
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A little doodle to round out Pride month.
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Happy Wandavision finale day!
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I don’t draw Supergirl fan art as much as I used to, but I just watched the series finale and I couldn’t resist drawing one more mega tribute to the superfriends.
And here’s also my previous season drawings to make one all encompassing Supergirl tribute post:
1026 notes • Posted 2021-11-11 01:15:22 GMT
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Me pareció muy bonito compartir esto y de paso compartir las tablillas nuevamente <3 ¡Muchas gracias por usar mis códigos! de verdad, me llena de alegría <3
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Weight gain processo
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Carlita Bonita on curvage Is heavy
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Escaflowne Week - Machines/The Moon
It seemed appropriate for the meaning of The Moon and tied in nicely with machines to do an Alseides cloaked.
42 notes • Posted 2021-03-28 16:02:47 GMT
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Dilandau and Folken
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Van and Hitomi
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A little scary movie themed Escaflowne fanart.
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Van and Hitomi on Escaflowne over the sky…
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#леденящие душу приключения сабрины
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#i’m just saying the similarities between chris and wesker are getting a little too similar
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Chris: Captain you need to react when people cry.
Wesker: I did. I rolled my eyes.
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Donna: I can’t believe all these people are wearing black. black is supposed to be my thing, they’re all just posers.
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320 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 22:21:12 GMT
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Oh shit its the gender dragon
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#if some ppl remember some of my old art they may know what happens next!
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hi there
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Cuddles
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Horns
