taylor price
Xuebing Du

titsay

#extradirty
RMH

gracie abrams

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Game of Thrones Daily
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
trying on a metaphor
Jules of Nature
cherry valley forever
d e v o n
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will byers stan first human second
One Nice Bug Per Day
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

bliss lane
almost home
EXPECTATIONS

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@deerilkka
They are all waiting for you outside the bathroom
Which AO3 tag are you?
Thanks for the tag @roselinbooks
Link for quiz here
I mean...I do sometimes feel like I've been sent snippets of the multiverse. And then immediately after I feel like I could never fully capture what comes into my head.
Anyways, No pressure tag @author-a-holmes @the-actual-timberwolfe @savvyminnow @ashen-crest @pippinoftheshire
@illarian-rambling @revenantlore @tildeathiwillwrite @jay-avian @kitty-is-writing and open tag
Thanks for the tag @willtheweaver
This is very much my personality, though i fear my writing tendencies are usually a lot darker and full of pain lmao
Tagging @justabigoldnerd @deerilkka @books2beach @cha-melodius @heytheredeann @falling-into-peril @h0n3y-c0m6 and anyone else who wants to join in for fun :)
Jackpot
This is getting kind of ridiculous.
There are two five leaves in there somewhere
I lost count
This is the lucky clover bouquet. Reblog for seven days of good luck!
This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years.
If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life.
Spock: Jim, T’hy’la… go to sleep. You can finish your book tomorrow.
Jim: mmm….
gift for wolfi-sama bc she made my day with her beautiful manips uwu
Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City (2021), Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Albert Wesker, Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Albert Wesker, Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), Brian Irons, Kevin Dooley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Zombies, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Psychological Drama, Raccoon City Police Department, Raccoon City (Resident Evil), Conspiracy, Umbrella Corporation (Resident Evil), Undercover Missions, Undercover, Power Imbalance, Mutual Pining, Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Workplace Relationship, Workplace, Corruption, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:
A new officer arrives at the Raccoon City Police Department, carrying the weight of a past mistake and the hope of a clean start; unaware he has stepped into a system built on secrets and observation.
Earth, Vulcan, and our common home.✨
wip wednesday
i'm on my laptop right now lol so excuse my lack of both a banner :)
thanks for the tags @justabigoldnerd and @cha-melodius x
untitled mundane au (bloodymary):
Grace eats, feels better with every bite. He looks up when Rocky raps his knuckles on the table to catch his attention. The man holds a closed hand beside his head and splays his fingers as he brings to towards his face, then flattens his hand and puts his thumb to his chest, tilting his hand so it’s slightly inclined. Grace sighs, scrubs a hand over his face when Rocky makes one last sign- a hand in front of his face with a finger pointing at his mouth. Grace okay, question? He offers a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine, pal.” Rocky studies him closely. Then nods and goes back to his coffee. He’s got beautiful eyes. Grace hopes he knows that- like the earth. Like a solid presence. Like a good friend.
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Resident evil au:
Leon wore his emotions plainly: amusement, embarrassment, uncertainty. They surfaced and vanished across his face like sunlight moving through clouds, so… predictable, readable… Human. Disgustingly human.
The realization should have made him less interesting. Instead, it had the opposite effect, Wesker found himself continuing to watch, a pointless exercise, an unnecessary distraction, yet his gaze lingered. The rookie smiled at something Jill said, a moment later, he pushed his hair out of his eyes and laughed again.
The sound carried faintly through the bullpen… For reasons Wesker preferred not to examine too closely, he found the sound unexpectedly appealing.
Attraction was rarely useful, it complicated judgment, introduced variables. Most people allowed it to cloud their thinking. Wesker had always considered himself above such weaknesses… yet he continued watching, even if the very obvious contradiction irritated him. Perhaps because it reminded him he was not entirely immune to human impulses after all…. or maybe because Leon Kennedy represented something increasingly uncommon in Wesker’s world: potential. Not merely as an Umbrella asset, not merely as a possible research subject. Potential as something else… something infinitely more ….personal. The thought surfaced unexpectedly, and once it appeared, it refused to disappear.
single funniest entry in Star Trek predicting the future
Picard could never watch a CW show
You are...
my sire...
my one...
vampire...
Thanks for the tags @willtheweaver and @justabigoldnerd x
From the (STILL) untitled rust wastes au
Optimus snarls, vicious, with a rev of his engine, and they’re gone- transforming and fleeing in a cloud of red dust
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What began as a simple note became an afternoon of stolen smiles, daydreams, and anticipation as Leon counted down the hours until the dinner waiting for him that evening; and the possibility that someone as handsome, successful, and unattainable as Albert Wesker might truly want him.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Crocodile/Sanji (One Piece), Roronoa Zoro/Sanji Characters: Sanji (One Piece), Crocodile (One Piece), Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky (One Piece), Brook (One Piece), Silvers Rayleigh, Shakky (One Piece), Boa Hancock, Kuja Pirates (One Piece), Duval (One Piece), Marines (One Piece) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Marineford Arc, Marineford Arc (One Piece) Spoilers, Alabasta Arc, Post-Alabasta Arc, Alabasta (One Piece), Sabaody Archipelago Arc, Return to Sabaody Arc, Post-Sabaody Archipelago Arc, Sabaody Archipelago Arc (One Piece) Spoilers, Canon Rewrite, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Pre-Fishman Island Arc, Parent Crocodile (One Piece), Top Crocodile (One Piece), Soft Crocodile (One Piece), Protective Crocodile (One Piece), Roronoa Zoro and Sanji Bickering, Bottom Sanji (One Piece), Sanji-centric (One Piece), Bisexual Sanji (One Piece), Protective Sanji (One Piece), Sanji is a Mess (One Piece), Found Family, Romance, Awkward Romance, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Family Fluff, Humor, Some Humor, Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Roronoa Zoro is Bad At Feelings, Soft Roronoa Zoro, Pining Roronoa Zoro, Jealous Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy is a Ray of Sunshine, Protective Monkey D. Luffy, Monkey D. Luffy Loves His Friends, Nami (One Piece) is a Good Friend, Doctor Tony Tony Chopper, Cute Tony Tony Chopper, Protective Tony Tony Chopper, Fat Shaming, Belly Kink, Belly Bulge, Belly Rubs, Canon-Typical Violence, Crocodile is Whipped, Sanji is a Good Significant Other (One Piece), Sanji is Loved (One Piece) Summary:
Two years after the Summit War of Marineford, the Straw Hat Pirates are finally reuniting on Sabaody Archipelago before setting sail for the New World.
Sanji arrives with a secret.
Actually, several secrets, and one that is impossible to hide beneath a tailored suit and a borrowed fur coat.
Popping in to give some fic bits lol (more like seven-ish sentences)
Transformers: Animated drabble:
“If it achieves a cease-fire-“ says Optimus.
“Sounds like a big IF.” Bulkhead sounds dubious. “And ‘sides, you know Megatron just wants the heat off him so he can go back to working on whatever he’s planning.”
Optimus’s spark floods with sudden, awful warmth. They really do care. He wishes they knew how much that means to him. He wishes it didn’t make him want to scratch his plating right off.
“Wait, wait, wait,” says Bee, waving his servos around frantically. He points a digit at Optimus and re-winds the conversation. “‘Work ourselves to death’?”
Optimus lets out a vent, and it’s tired.
“Prime,” says Ratchet.
“Did big-chin bully you into this?” says Bulk.
“It doesn’t matter now,” says Optimus, which is as good as a yes and they all know it.
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Sanji immediately rose onto his toes to meet him halfway. One hand gripping the front of Crocodile’s vest, then the other at the back of his neck. His fingers curled into the lapels, holding on.
The marketplace continued moving around them. Neither noticed.
Crocodile felt the familiar warmth of Sanji pressed close. Felt the steady presence of the life and future they carried together. A future he’d kill Luffy for if he tried to take this away, the overwhelming affection that seemed to grow stronger every day despite all logic, something he knew he’d fight for without a doubt.
The kiss lingered, tender and sweet,
exactly the sort of thing Crocodile had once considered ridiculous. Now he found himself wanting to memorize every second of it, in case it was a fight against Luffy that he’d lose.
Sanji laughed softly against his lips. The sound made something bloom in Crocodile’s chest, then the kiss deepened slightly, not desperate but affectionate. The natural result of two years spent loving one another.
Sanji’s hands tightened in his vest, fisted into his long black hair. Crocodile’s arm and hook remained secure around him, for a brief moment the world felt perfectly still.