#reblog plz..

[captain3swife]

HIIIII :33333333 can i get a ermrmrmrmrm captain 3 x reader where the reader just like. kisses the MESS out of cap 3 snd captain fucking diesb or something and their face is like stained w lipstick all over [I am so good at explaining!!]

“Lipstick Stains”

Captain 3 x reader

The soft static emanating from the television filled the room as the Green Inkling aimlessly switched through dozens of channels. Their search was driven by the desire to find some form of entertainment, however fleeting it might be. The monotony was broken only by the occasional bursts of colour, the dazzling lights of the shows, and the ever-changing faces on the screen. Despite all this, nothing seemed to catch their interest.

With a loud sigh of frustration, they finally put on the Deep Cut Anarchy SplatCast. The sounds of the broadcast filled the room, a welcome change from the earlier static. But even this did little to lift their spirits.

Slowly, as though weighed down by an invisible force, they picked themselves up. The effort was palpable, a testament to the fatigue that was etched deep within their very being. They then proceeded to drag their Inkling self, which seemed almost lifeless, off of the couch. It was a quiet, unspoken admission of defeat – a sign that they were succumbing to the overwhelming exhaustion that they had been fighting to keep at bay.

They took a moment to survey the surroundings of the shared apartment they had recently purchased. The walls, the furniture, the miscellaneous items scattered around - everything seemed so familiar yet so distant in their current state of mind. It was a space they had both contributed to, a space that carried the essence of their shared experiences and memories. Yet now, it felt strangely empty, devoid of the warmth and comfort it usually provided.

Their gaze slowly fell onto the carpeted floor, the intricate patterns and textures offering a meager distraction. They allowed themselves to gently descend onto the carpet, the soft fabric acting as a cushion against the hard floor beneath. It was a welcome change, a slight reprieve from their usual upright posture. Their eyes aimlessly wandered around, finally coming to rest on the plain, unadorned wall.

This was the first time Three had gotten a day off in weeks. The thought brought a pang of loneliness, a feeling of being adrift in the vast ocean of time. You were out, probably engaged in some frivolous activity or another. The absence was palpable, a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle that filled their days.

Another loud sigh echoed throughout the room, the sound reverberating off the walls. The inkling then flipped onto its stomach, the shift in position offering a new perspective of the room. Its gaze was drawn to the door, the entryway that separated their sanctuary from the outside world. It was a silent reminder of the solitude they were currently engulfed in, a stark reminder of the void left by your absence.

A shadow gradually but assuredly crept up to the closed door. It lingered there for a moment, adding an air of mystery to the quiet room, before the door creaked open slowly. As the door swung inward, it revealed the long-awaited Inkling/Octoling. Three, a familiar and comforting presence, was already nestled in their arms.

A series of soft, light-hearted laughs escaped from deep within your chest as the Inkling nestled closer to you, its form snuggling warmly into the curve of your neck. Though you had been gone for merely an hour, the distance of time seemed to stretch out and distort from Three's point of view. To them, it felt like an eternity had passed, as if decades had rolled by in your absence.

A playful quip rolled off your tongue, the words sounding light and teasing in the quiet room, "I didn't know you were staying home, Stinky." The nickname hung in the air, a testament to the familiarity and deep bond between you two, a bond that could turn a simple sentence into a shared joke.

A raspy huff of amusement slipped from the lips of Three, the captain of the New Squidbeak, as they heard the familiar nickname. They had grown accustomed to Callie and Neo teasing them with the moniker "stinky", a playful jab at their notorious lack of impeccable hygiene - an occupational hazard, considering their relentless duties as a captain. But they would only ever retort with the same playful assertion, "I'm busy being a captain, you know!"

Their head then found a comfortable resting place on your shoulder, a soft sigh echoing through the room, laden with a contentment that can only come from the presence of a trusted companion. Their hand, a canvas of scars and bruises from numerous battles, reached out to tenderly encircle your hips. It was a gentle, yet firm hold, a silent testament to the strength that had been tempered through endless trials.

Then, a slow and rhythmic swaying motion began, a dance that was as much a comfort to them as it was to you. The shared movement created a soothing rhythm, a harmonious interplay of two bodies in sync, swaying back and forth in the quiet room.

"What's got you so worked up?" The I/C cephalopod asked, their voice filled with a mixture of amusement and concern. They carefully brushed through the Captain's tentacles, each stroke a gentle reassurance of their presence. The motion was slow and deliberate, designed to ground the Inkling in the familiarity of the touch. With the same tender care, they guided the squid back onto the familiar yet comforting couch. It was a well-known spot, a testament to countless shared moments and cherished memories.

Your hands found their way onto Three's thighs, settling comfortably on the soft fabric of their clothing. The sides of their thighs felt warm under your touch, the gentle motion of your hands creating a soothing rhythm. A sense of calm washed over you, the simple act of physical contact serving as a reminder of your shared bond.

Gradually, your lips began to trail a path of kisses down their exposed collarbone, each one a silent pledge of your affection. The lipstick you were wearing, notorious for its tendency to stain, was a deliberate choice. You had planned ahead, anticipating the rare occasion when your beloved partner would finally get a day off.

The sudden outpour of affection elicited a soft whine from Three. It was a sound of surprise, but also of desire, a testament to their longing for your touch. Their hands found their way to your back, fingers gently clawing at the material of your shirt. It was a gesture of reciprocation, a silent plea for more of the warmth and comfort that your presence provided

As you pulled back, you caught sight of the inkling's flushed face, a vivid green blush spread across their features, a testament to their flustered state. The sight was endearing, a visual representation of their emotions laid bare. They allowed their body to relax against yours, their form collapsing into your shoulder as if it was the most natural place in the world. Their momentum pulled you down with them, a sweet entanglement of limbs and shared warmth.

They snuggled against you, spooning you with a comfortable familiarity. Their head found its way to the crook of your neck, sinking deeper into the soft junction - a place where your scent lingered strongest. Their breath fanned across your skin, their inhalations deep as they took in your addicting scent, a smell that was uniquely and comfortingly you.

Laughter bubbled up from your throat, a light sound that echoed softly in the quiet room. The inkling's actions, their unabashed display of affection, had a way of igniting joy within you. As the laughter subsided, your hand found its way to Three's back, fingertips tracing soothing circles on the fabric of their shirt. The motion was slow, mirroring the gradual descent of your eyelids as the comfortable silence and warmth began to lull you to sleep.

The background noise of the Splatcast being announced served as a comforting lullaby, the familiar sounds of the broadcast blending with the rhythmic pattern of the Inkling's breaths. You welcomed the embrace of sleep, content with the knowledge that you were ending your day enveloped in shared warmth and affection

A/N: AHHH MY 1ST REQUEST!! I hope u like it REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK IS WELL APPRECIATED!

[samerpal]

"First, I would like to thank everyone who supported me.🙏🌹

This is my new platform, friends, after my old platform was deleted for reasons unknown to me.

I ask for your help in sharing my story again to keep hope alive for me and my family, friends.

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Attached are the verification links for the old account from the supporters.

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[just-a-blog-for-polls]

Edit: sensory issues can be counted under "otherwise medically unable to" if you feel that to be appropriate

[princesskuragina]

Check here

On that post that's going around everyone seems to have really high numbers so I want to see what the spread is really like

[artrealla]

golden hour cuddles

[coreydoras]

if you use multiple, pick the one you use the most, not your preferred one.

[starkidlabs]

(Select what you do most often and if you select 4 please tell me what you do with em)

[panic-flavored]

Manifesting stobotnik motorcycle ride in Sonic 3 🌟 🌠

[qiekzart]

[ Image Description: A drawing of a Minecraft salmon. There is arrows pointing to it with text saying, “Amazing” and “Beautiful” there are also hearts drawn around it. End ID. ]

ive been playing minecraft and have this pet fish and i love him so much he is my son

[plz reblog]

[myfriendgoo94]

Gaze deeeep into my big pretty eyes :3

[16th-of-a-twigg]

👑 She can do no wrong and must be protected at all times (re-uploaded)

found the file for this 2015 sketch and decided to update her Ko-Fi

[samerpal]

Eleen, a beautiful and beloved little girl, loves life and fills it with joy. Despite her young age, she finds happiness in caring for small kittens, 🐱 feeling safe with these gentle creatures. Eileen lives in difficult conditions due to the ongoing war in her country, which has forced her family to flee multiple times from one place to another. Despite all the challenges, Eileen keeps her smile and continues to care for her kittens, giving her hope for a better tomorrow. She is a symbol of strength and resilience in the face of adversity, teaching everyone that life goes on despite the hardships.

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@riding-with-the-wild-hunt 🌹 @palipunk

@aria-ashryver 🌹 @kyra45

@palestinegenocide 🌹 @palestines-posts

@heritageposts 🌹 @maoistyuri

@determinate-negation 🌹

Eleen before and after 🥲

[ckret2]

I'm only asking this because you said you want to draw some Billford and now I'm thinking about it. It seems to me that Bill would bring Ford extremely upsetting presents (like a cat) and Ford (like a cat owner) would be disgusting/horrified, but charmed despite himself. Am I correct? Also, would the same thing happen in reverse

Yeah that's basically where they're at in canon lol. Buuut my goal's to write them struggling & clawing past their toxic history to reach a place where they work.

And when they work, I think usually Bill gives Ford gifts that should horrify him, but that he only finds charming, because these two freaks are on the same wavelength. And same goes in reverse.

(there's another five pages under the cut)

In billford as "toxic exes who get under each other's skin because they know each other so well," having them constantly bickering and getting on each other's nerves works just fine. But when they're actually a couple, I like to see them like each other. Enjoy each other's company and do things for each other that they appreciate.

Even if it's batshit by outsiders' standards, it needs to work for them. Bill knows when Ford would love to be cursed and Ford sees weird gross body parts and knows "Bill would want this."

[rozugold]

Missed them…