#fluffystars

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY RAREPAIRS💕💞💕

Close-ups and Extras VVV

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Fresh x Nightmare

- I've had my eye on this ship for a while now actually,, there's just something really interesting about how Fresh interacts with the 'big guys' in the multiverse to me

- Yes Fresh is fucking up the perspective by making sure you can't see his eyes from this angle what of it

- No I didn't over render the tongues it's all very important for the plot

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Ccino x Outer

- Completely made this up myself

- I think they'd have a lot to talk about with each other though; what with their weird situationships with Nightmare and Error respectively

+ They're both Sanses who seemingly have it more 'together' (Ccino with a >proper< job and Outer with the stars) but aren't exactly fulfilled by those exactly

++ Hella cute

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Error x Killer

- 100000% just did this for the gag.

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Reaper x Crow

- Also probably completely made this up

- Crow isn't a neatfreak by a mile but seeing the mass of mess Reaper calls wings drives his instincts up a wall lmao

- When Reaper got with Geno Crow donated the largest collection of preening books known to man

+ Every time Crow sees Reaper's wings in disarray, he looks at Geno as if he was responsible for everything wrong in the world

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BONUS (not tagged) Doodle dumps with ships suggested by @artsysparks1 >:33

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October 25 - FluffyStars

Starlan belongs to @skesgo ❤❤

[ofgunsandlipstick]

@fluffystars || cont’d

Part of Peggy wonders if this is going to become a pattern; this is the fourth mission they’ve come home from and immediately ended up kissing furiously, tugging at clothes and buckles and zippers. This time, Peggy’s tac suit is abandoned within the first ten steps. He’s got her in nothing more than her camisole and undergarments, pressed tightly against the wall. Not too tightly, not enough to threaten, just enough to feel his desire and have her own body answer back. He has her leg lifted, already opening her to his advances, and his fingers through hers. Feeling his hardness against her already damp panties, Peggy’s moan joins his. This side of him, a little more demanding, insistent, is wildly attractive and Peggy responds immediately, pulling him in tighter, letting her head fall back against the wall, exposing her neck to his mouth. “You weren’t so bad yourself,” she replied, voice breathy and teasing as she does her best to press back against him. “That shot you made? Oh God. I think I’ve been a little turned on since then.”

[miraculousgifts]

@fluffystars

     When her friend had recommended joining Tinder, as a chance to meet people, Adriana thought nothing of it. While she had no intentions of jumping into bed with her matches, the woman had longed for company. Someone to share her dreams, life, scars, and sorrows with. She just wanted to make a connection. If it went somewhere beyond friendship, wonderful! 

      But never had the former Marine imagined the possibility of being matched with Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes, HYDRA’s super soldier asset and the infamous Winter Soldier. Captain America’s best friend. An American soldier turned American enemy. And she never would have anticipated growing this close or that she would open up her home to him. 

      However, anyone who sought after the whole truth knew that Sgt. Barnes wasn’t responsible for his actions as the Winter Soldier. He was brainwashed, tortured into submission. He had no control over his mind or his body. He was a weapon of war without the freedom he once valiantly fought for. So Adriana held nothing against him and was open to giving this thing a chance. 

     And the two had more in common than their metal prostheses. It didn’t matter that they were born in different eras. They were both veterans of war, wounded soldiers, both inside and out. They shared a passion for motor vehicles, particularly motorcycles. Both were multilingual. Their minds were plagued with similar nightmares and fears, memories no amount of booze or time could erase. And Adriana’s talents made her capable of fixing not only his bike, but also his arm. Bucky was a good listener, nonjudgmental, with a great sense of humor. A bond had definitely grown between them and that was all Adriana had wanted. A bond. Someone to share the darkness with. And for her, that was Bucky.

    “You look like you could use a drink. Here, para ti,” the mechanic handed him a glass of whiskey, taking the seat across from him. “Don’t think too hard on it. Just chug it.” She was dressed in shorts and a Mechanical Miracles tank top, tattoos and metal limbs exposed to the crisp night air. Her hair was mussed from having been woken, but her brown eyes reflected a similar sense of exhaustion. Adriana’s night had been just as restless. 

                                                                                              “You wanna talk about it?”  

[exrussian]

fluffystars replied to your photo “i’m gonna do my daily workout, eat, and i’ll be on, but have an early...”

YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL GHFJSK

wow um i’m??? blushing???

but also how dare you spread fake news, jeez, be a more credible source for your followers pls?????

[tauceti]

starter for dat space boi: @fluffystars

It was a rare sight, Elliot actually daring a smile.

Not that he didn’t try, in the very least. He’d never been a particularly unpleasant individual, even before the incident-- he merely forgot his social graces back on Tau Ceti and had to learn a whole new set of ‘em upon return to Earth. The smile is barely there, just a hint. Almost forced in appearance, but it’s the best he can manage. He’s smiling because someone actually knows what they’re talking about. He’s smiling because this man is speaking with passion and it’s clear he loves his work and oh-- shit. His turn already?

What he wouldn’t give to sink into the shadows further, blend in with the black and disappear for another few years. Regardless of his knowledge, his speeches are rather lackluster in tone-- sure, he knows a lot, about various things, but he’s only ever asked to speak of his mission and all the questions fired at him afterward are prone to causing an anxious buzz in his chest and gut. He’d rather be anywhere but here, but he’d rather be here than out there again. 

Elliot takes the opportunity to speak with a grain of salt and a false sense of pride.

The scientist can’t scurry off the stage quick enough as soon as he’s finished speaking; he thanks the bodies, offers a tiny and awkward wave, and hurries off with purpose. Well, in a way he did have a purpose. He was interested in meeting the man who spoke before him. For reasons... Elliot wasn’t quite sure of. Maybe it was just seeing another person so passionate about their work that made him wish to seek him out. Luck was on his side when he exits the small lecture hall, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie and eyes wide as he approaches the very man he was looking for.

Elliot hesitates a moment, lips parting but no voice escaping-- merely a huffy exhale before he sucks in a quick breath, as though he’d forgotten to breathe. “ Hey, ” he hardly manages to get the greeting out, avoiding eye contact and toeing the ground with a bashful air. “ I just wanted to tell you, I liked what you had to say on the Virial Theorem. It was very... it’s really refreshing to hear someone speak accurately, I guess. ”

[miraculousgifts]

being snowed in with your muse = ❅ ( adriana? )

Reaction Meme || OPEN

     “I was born and raised in California. Southern California, where there is no snow. But New York is just full of this shit. Metal and machines don’t do well in the cold. Why the fuck did I move up here?” The mechanic sighed, holding the hot cocoa to her chest. She’d had a few bad storms since she moved to New York, but none as bad as this. Where she was snowed in, unable to leave. 

      “¡Qué mierda!” A small laugh, followed by a smile. “At least I am in good company.”