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justicekiy · 7 months ago
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Baby… it’s cold outside 🌨️
My mind trails between the whistling wind against the chilled windowsill and my sketch pad in front of me. The drawing room was a bit cold since it was located toward the back of the house. I scrunched my knees together from warmth under the blanket. It’s uncomfortably silent. But it’s the kind I’m used to. Now, I rather enjoy the peace. It may be too fucking cold and I’m too much of a cheapskate to turn the heat on, but at least it’s a nice warm blanket that doesn’t feel like it’s abandoned me.
Boom!
What the hell? My thoughts hauled in its tracks. I left to peek out the blinds of the living room. A tree branch fell over the edge of the street and ended blocking cars from moving over either side. I shut the blinds back and began to make a cup of tea. It wasn’t in my hand, anyhow. The tree will be moved by morning. And they can always find another way around-
Knock. Knock.
My whole body went still. So much so that my cup ran over the side and the boiling hot water ended up burning my fingers. I shook off the pain before hurrying to the door to glance at the peephole. There stood a man. A frantic man. Swaying from side-to-side and shivering like I was his last hope of warmth. I exhaled and pushed the door open to greet him.
“Can I help you?” I talked through the screen door.
“Hi……” He paused before his eyes grew wider, scanning me. He cleared his throat. “Uh-yes! Sorry to disturb you, but I’m afraid I’m in a hurry and this damned branch set me back a good twenty minutes. Can I use your phone?”
I folded my robe across my chest. “Yours not with you?”
“No ma’am. I’m a lost cause.” He dropped his head and his beanie showing a neighboring city, beamed off the porch light. “I was on my way back from a game and I got separated from my friends. Somehow-my phone was with them.”
I didn’t know whether to buy his story. But it was freezing. And I couldn’t bear to watch his teeth chatter anymore. My hand opened the last remaining door between us.
“Come on in.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much.” The man entered and waited for me to shut the door. He asked if he needed to take his shoes off before stepping inside. I didn’t let him. I wasn’t that prissy about snow on the carpet. All of it was mainly water anyhow.
“You can hang your coat on that rack, though.” I told him, pointing the direction before retrieving my phone. It was in the drawing room. When I returned, he looked like he was warming up. He had this woolen sweater and baggy denim pants. Black combat boots still on. He was nicely dressed, compared to my sweatpants and blanket robe. When he took it, our hands lightly brushed against each other.
I asked him before I stared any longer. His eyelashes were pretty long. “Would you like any tea?”
“Yes. Very much ma’am.”
I stopped a chuckle. “How old are you?”
“23.” He tilts his head towards me. “Why?”
“Then you shouldn’t be calling me ma’am.” I told him. “We’re the same age.”
He sighed. Then laughed so loudly. “Sorry. I forget, sometimes.” He dials the number quickly and waited for the ring. “Duke! Man. How I’m glad you picked up. I’m in your area…. “ He trails off, putting distance between us with a smile. I hang back in the living room not to be nosy but my ears still held everything. “Yeah-yeah. There’s a branch that fell down. Blocked an entire street…. No-No she’s not with me. Yeah. Alright. Thanks man.”
When the call ended, I could tell he sounded weary. This must’ve be important event to be with his friends tonight. When he peeked back into the living room, he handed me my phone. I handed his tea as we sat a seat cushion away from each other.
I made my voice extra friendlier. “Any luck?”
“Not really.” He twirled the spoon in his tea, he looked defeated. “I gotta turn back.”
“Why?”
“Well,” He scoffs deeply. “No telling when they’ll move the branch. And that was the fastest route to get to Dusti's.”
“A strip club?” My eyebrow raised as his hands did to protest my mind going left.
“It’s my best friend’s bachelor party.” He laughed into his tea cup. “He’s…..getting married tomorrow.”
“And you’re the best man?”
He looked at me with an astonishing expression. “Guilty as charge.”
“Then you gotta go.” I told him.
He shook his head. “No....no. It’s probably for the best anyways. I really didn’t want to be there…. I just convinced myself because- he wanted me to be.”
I asked before I sipped my tea again. “Seems like you didn’t want to be the best man either then huh?”
His head turned from the spiraling spoon. I'm pretty good at reading situations like this. But maybe he wasn't seeing how transparent his feelings were on the matter. “Huh?”
“Who’s he marrying?” I rephrased my question.
He winced. “My ex.”
“I see.” I put down the tea cup and crossed my legs. I was right.
He breathed deeply and sat his down too. “I hate to admit it. But you… aren’t wrong. I think- I think I knew for awhile… that this whole thing bothered me.”
“Sometimes…. we can’t fight against nature.” I told him. “Like how the branch was doing. Now-we both could’ve had shitty nights because of it. But we didn’t. Once you let things be, things become a little clearer.”
“Like… meeting you?” He asked me and my lip quivered.
I fidget in my seat and messed with my hair. “How-how do you mean?”
“Well, you just said we can’t fight nature." He scooted closer to me and my breath caught in my throat. Our legs were barely touching. "So was meeting you here a natural order?”
I glimpsed at his eyes. They were orange. Like a dark amber. Very rare. I cleared my throat. Felt like the temperature rose hundred degrees. “That was a choice.”
“Okay.” He acknowledged with a small nod. “But you don’t believe in fate?”
“I believe in chances." I explained. He wasn't bothering to hide his actions now. His hand found mine as he woven his fingers through. A perfect thread. "I believe that everyone should live by taking risks and seeking in the outcome. That’s what life all is about. A gamble.”
“So that’s your thrill??” He chuckled. “You don’t look like much of a risk taker to me.”
My eyebrows mushed together. “Don’t judge me on a few seconds of conversation.”
“Sorry.” He shook his head. Our hands broke off. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just- tonight has been an ordeal. Thank you.... for the tea.” He gets up and my hand tugged on to his woolen sweater before I could stop myself.
Had it be that long .... for human interaction? I craved him. I couldn't explain why. There was this way about him that only called me to learn more.
“You didn’t offend me.” I said. My eyes almost begged him as we were in a stand-off. “Please. Stay.”
His hand met mine again. My heartbeat started to grow. He pulled me up, standing me in one place. In front of him. He placed each hand gently on my shoulders. “Okay. But one condition?”
“What?” I winced.
“So long it’s my choice to.” He replied.
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( Author’s note: This dynamic was hard to write at first because of the title. That came first. I always hated it because it came with HEAVY S.A. vibes. But I thought rewriting my own reality of how the song should be.... To potentially revamp how I feel about the song. So enjoy my version of a stranger snowy night. )
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ai-innova7ions · 10 months ago
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riickgrimes · 2 years ago
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Look, I just gave you what you wanted! Like everyone else does. Everyone puts on a show for Felix. So I'm sorry my performance wasn't good enough. I think...I think you need to see somebody. You need help, okay? Seriously. No, I don't. I just need you to understand how much I fucking love you.
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junipvelt · 3 months ago
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"Centricide the VN" will be coming out sometime next month! (exact date TBD)
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stats for the current build v
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I would apologize for it taking a year to make but at this point I'm just glad it might be finished during my lifetime.
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blueskittlesart · 5 months ago
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Omg. Mipha having red spots on her knees like where Link was injured as a child, and how her marks never go away and she’s still stuck as that child while Link doesn’t get skinned knees again in the comic as an adult. I’m gonna lose it
i genuinely didn't clock that similarity and im the one who made the comic omfg. the spots are there in her canon design but i'm never going to look at them the same way again
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errantsquam · 8 months ago
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Scientifically Accurate Heron Laguz
(we are also on bluesky)
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rechicken-and-waffles · 10 months ago
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Cover for a scrapped comic idea I had of these three guys teaming up for a mission
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k-wame · 2 years ago
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OLIVER QUICK & FELIX CATTON ↳ Saltburn (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell
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sysig · 7 months ago
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Caughtcha, gotcha, not letting go ♥ (Patreon)
#Doodles#Pokemon#Firebland#Silverstreakshipping#Kabu#Larry#The Stanley Parable#Stanley#Silly little leftovers between bigger ideas - it's interesting how most of my ideas for them are comic-style :0#Interaction scripts moreso than just Cute Lads as is my wont haha - though they are also cute#Practice doodles to keep sharp!#And hey they both get their own singular focus and two together! Doubly double nice haha#I think about ''Would you still love me if I was a worm'' perhaps an inordinate amount.... I genuinely really like it haha#Yes it's silly but I'm very moved by it all the same! That one post of love and care really really spoke to me#Of keeping someone you love safe and protected and fed and healthy ''even if'' they had nothing could provide in return#Very similar to the Came Back Wrong post - I love you because You Are not because of what you can Do For Me#Very sappy! Of course I like it! I will turn it silly though hehe I love both!#And also the pun of Wurmple hehehe ♪ To think I almost went with Caterpie or Kakuna! My Gen1 love is too strong smh#Poor Larry haha Kabu quick to reassure! Loves you! ♥#Some Stanley!! I have a few more Guys Who Are Dudes in the barrel to meet up with Larry at some point haha#Stanley had to be first tho - I tagged a meme with Larry as being Stanleycore! Normal but Weird about it#Stanley is Not normal for the record lol but he Is an Office Man so he counts#Hey Stanley why don't you wear a tie to work huh#Floof lads <3 Obviously! Kabu's much easier to draw floofed out lol but that's just 'cause floof is fun and easy to draw#Larry is actually much harder to draw floofed lol - how do his grey streaks fall! Absolute mayhem! Cute nonetheless haha#And ending out with huggles and snuggles and cuddles <3 That pose is much much fun to draw :D#Surrounded but not trapped! Larry's legs pressing in on Kabu's but not forcing him closed and Kabu's hands on Larry's#Hold him there hold him there both sides all the ways around#Larry's really leaned down onto his shoulder if their heads are at matching heights haha#I'm quite pleased ♪ Their faces turned out cute and the pose turned out nice :) S'pretty! :D
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justicekiy · 8 months ago
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Runaway, Baby
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The loud engine of his motor caught your ears in a heart beat. Even when it’s raining, you can always count on him to come back to you. He was going to nag you for waiting out in the cold, but you couldn’t help it. You loved him. And every time he left for the city, you wanted to go with him. But… you couldn’t. Because you were blind.
“Y/N.” His voice sounded like butter spread on toast. You stuck your hand on his damped cheek. He sighed softly as you began to caress him without a single thought.
“Welcome home.” You smiled so widely, hoping his vision would be the one to see how much you’ve missed him. Suddenly, you were taken back by how rushed his lips came on to yours. He usually warns you, but you understood completely. This trip had been longer than the others. And it’s been far too long since you have touched each other. The craving was mild, instead of him trying hard to hold back from you. It fueled your own desires. Your lips couldn’t get enough of how his parted so slightly. As if to welcome you in. To greet you with settled movements of how his tongue washed over yours.
“I’ve… missed the hell outta you.” He lowers his head down toward your face. He finally let you come up from air. “Let’s get you outta this rain. You’re crazy for waiting this long with no coat.”
“I don’t mind it.” You said, as he hugged you close under his long puffer coat. You felt the warmth of him inside and he only unzipped it for you. He rarely shares, but you’re glad he made enough room for you.
He guides you in your front door. Your cat, Piñon, comes scurrying in to greet him. Not you. Just him. But you’re the one who got the damned cat to begin with. You understood where her loyalties lie.
“Here.” He gives you something in your hand. Before you hear him kick off his shoes and pick up Piñon, who was meowing for attention. Your fingers felt the top of the item. It’s a velvet box. It’s warm and fuzzy around the edges. You didn’t know why he keeps giving you jewelry. But you didn’t have the heart to tell him it wasn’t your concern anymore. You couldn’t see how it look on you. But it was always nice to be thought of. Especially after a long escape.
“Thank you.” You replied. “It’s lovely.”
“I’ll put it on you.” He said, as he guided you to the den. The fireplace was already going in the living room and you heard Piñon settle in her favorite chair next to it. Once you settled down in the furry loveseat, he surprised you again. Your nose was engulfed with the smell of dahlias and lavender.
You chuckled. “How did you know?”
“Come on, amour. I pay attention to you more than I let on.” He waits for me to feel the flowers and embrace them in my arms, before he says, “Wait here. I’ll put them in water.”
You nod and felt Piñon jump in your lap now. You snickered. You knew it was only because you just hugged a bunch of well scented flowers. It was like cat-nip to her. She couldn’t help but to be by your side. You pet her and enjoy the soft fur she was coated with. Since she was still considered a kitten, her fur wasn’t too bad to clean up. And surprisingly, she didn’t shed much.
Your ears perked up. You heard slight humming coming from the kitchen. He use to do this all the time, especially when you first lost your sight. But it’s been 6 years… and you actually prefer the world without it. It was louder and the texture was more pronounced than before. But he made a habit to hum every time he was away from you. And now, he can’t stop.
“How’s the producing going?”
You shrugged. Then laughed. He couldn’t see you doing that, of course. Talk about irony. “I finished her demo. Should be out by tomorrow.”
“That’s good. Good… and the painting?”
“Well, it’s the kitchen. Tell me what you think.”
He paused his response. “It’s….. wow. Are you sure you want my opinion?”
“Yes. Of course. Just be real with me.”
“Amour… it’s breathtaking. The colors in here are so vivid and the depth. The texture…. I’m blown away.”
“You mean it?” You shouted back.
“Come in here.”
You got up from the couch and made it to the kitchen with ease. It’s been your house for the last 6 years. You knew not to bump into objects anymore.
He pulls you into him. And you feel so much warmth and love around his particular hug. Your hands rests at the tip of his back, as it smooths any wrinkles in his sweater doing down. You smiled.
“I understand now.”
“Good.” He kissed you again. And this time you expected it. How could he get you so completely? So earnest. It was hard not to get lost in the way he knew your body.
“How the flowers look?” You had to ask. Otherwise, he was going to send you into another realm and you don’t know if coming back would be good. Y’all would break… everything in here. And he just potted the flowers.
He sets you on the counter next to them. You could hear the smile in his voice. “How do they smell?”
“Adequate.” You responded, trying to hide your smirk. But you didn’t have to see, to know he caught you.
He breaths in your scent and kisses your neck until you were panting softly. Then whispered in your ear. “Let’s go up.”
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lexveryreal · 21 hours ago
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feel like we moved on from "we are not horses, we are humans" to "and humans are..." WAY too quick
in season one episode 9, after gi-hun won the first time, in-ho (as the frontman) talks to him:
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and then when gi-hun is about to get on the plane, then calls the games, he says the line two seasons early:
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it just changed from "i am not a horse" to "WE are not horses"
i love this a lot actually
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charmac · 3 months ago
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any thoughts about charlie not going to prom? cause we get dees reasoning but not his.
Based on timing I'm assuming you sent the other ask right before this re Mac going to Prom so I will just muse on the concept of the Gang in high school and the idea of their prom here, if that's okay...
Something I think a lot of the Fandom ignores (or maybe doesn't remember or understand?) is that Mac, Charlie, and Dennis went to an all-boys Catholic school.
Mac and Charlie were losers in high school and basically only friends with each other for the majority of the time (and Dooley and Pete, but yk what I mean). Girls were not only a foreign subject to them, but in a completely foreign place (another school). The mere concept of, like, having a conversation with a teenage girl when they were 15 was off the table. Then, in comes Dennis. He seems to be popular and he calls himself a God when it comes to girls and he seems to have the experience and connections (see: Dee, lol), so that's enough to convince Mac and Charlie that he is one (a God, I mean to say).
I think a high school Mac would have been dick-notised by Dennis' ladies-man facade at first and desperate to rise to his level... mostly to impress him, but also because he was a horny teenage boy who had never even been kissed. But he was a loser, just generally embarrassing and dumb, and had literally no game due to looking 12 years old, so I don't think Dennis was all too eager to actually teach him how to be with girls, more like watch me bang them and learn. In my mind, this attitude results in Mac's eventual want to sleep with Dennis' prom date and his indifference to hurting his feelings over it (of course, I think blaming Tim Murphy and creating a rift between Dennis and his friend group was also an aspect here.. but I digress).
On the other side of the coin you have Charlie. I imagine Dennis' "pull" and attitude toward girls wasn't really something that won him over, but the exposure to girls wasn't a negative. He liked the idea of girls, and the idea of being friends with them, if they were like Dee, didn't seem terrible.. and they were pretty, especially the blond one whose name always escaped Dee...
Ok, all that being established as a general idea (of mine, I suppose lol), let's talk about the idea of the Gang [not] attending prom in high school.
The concept of prom for them, a boys' catholic school in the early 90s, would have been less like a typical public school prom (where the whole graduating class attends as a party together) and more like a formal mixer between the all-girls sister school (Dee's). Girls get asked out / show off their catholic boyfriends, while the concept of "going stag" was loser-ish or sleazy.. which makes perfect sense for Mac.
In my mind, Charlie may have been interested in going to prom with a certain girl, but Dee wouldn't introduce them and, honestly, getting high in the basement seemed like a better idea than approaching her himself (alternatively, he tried and retreated to the basement to get high). Mac definitely wanted to go to prom, though, probably worked hard to convince any girl to go with him, but he was/is the worst so literally no one was interested (and Dennis wasn't too keen to help him find someone). I imagine in the end he tried to convince Charlie to go with him as friends, they could find girls once they were there, but the idea was unconvincing and their many prior homosexual allegations coupled with the fact that Charlie ultimately wasn't budging on leaving the house (at a point of Mac pulling on him and trying to drag him into coming along) won the argument.
Eventually, a high Mac crashed prom on his own, mad at Dennis for not helping him out and having learned all his tricks on women from him, managed to isolate her and hook up with her without Dennis really noticing... when it comes out later that his prom date cheated on him with his friend, Mac is quick to blame Tim Murphy.. he and Charlie weren't even there, afterall, they were sniffing glue in the basement all night...
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blackkatdraws2 · 1 year ago
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ANIMATION TEASER [Blank Scripts AU]
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minisculecolossus · 18 days ago
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You're my shining light.
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strawberrybyers · 1 year ago
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me trying to figure out what that script says that joe is holding 👁️👄👁️
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brainrotcharacters · 11 months ago
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It's hilarious how the visceral adoration Wade felt for Captain America was equaled only by the visceral hatred he felt for Johnny Storm
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