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[zwienzixes]

A commission I did for @sprout-fics and @writeforfandoms of a Witcher Gaz saving a reader from being unicorn bait! I really wanted to evoke the vibes of Frank Dicksee's iconic knight painting and I think I got the vibes on pretty close!

If you are interested in commissioning me, please click here!

And here's a speedpaint so you can watch me be indecisive

[deadbranch]

Soap, huh? Okay. How about the full-body hugs you get when Soap comes home after weeks or months away?

Dream a Little Dream

Author: @deadbranch Pairing: John “Soap” MacTavish x fem!Reader Summary:  You reunite with Soap after time apart.  Keeping in touch was easy, but you’re unsure of where you stand until you’re holding each other again. Word Count:  1k Warnings:  Mildly suggestive language, fluff, no real warnings. A/N:  In response to @writeforfandom ‘s prompt for those legendary Soap hugs.  For the sake of the prompt, this is reboot Soap rather than OG Soap.  I love writing for both versions, but I think reboot Soap is the more enthusiastic hugger.

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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

Something changed in the way Soap texted you.  You can’t put your finger on it, but you felt it in your stomach, as though food were no longer appetizing and all that would sustain you were thoughts of him and the…possibilities.

The words he used ramped up your heartrate and set your hands to shaking as you laid your phone on the table next to you.   You decide not to respond immediately.  Give it a moment.  Maybe two.  You worry you may have read too much into what he said, and his words won’t mean the same thing when you look again.

Calm down.  You don’t know if that’s what he meant.

Soap isn’t reckless with his words—he says and does everything with intention.  But text messages are weird like that.  Tone is difficult to discern.  Soap tries to use emojis to enhance clarity, but when he’s excited or in a hurry he often doesn’t use them.  So why does your heart feel like it’s trying to escape the confines of your chest?

When you first met him, you told yourself he was just a fun conversation.

It was flattering to converse with him since he’s such a painfully easy flirt, or at least from what you could discern.  He made you feel like the center of attention and ignored anyone else.  You’d wondered if he treated every woman that way.

You live so far apart that under normal circumstances you couldn’t imagine ever seeing him again.  Meeting him was fun, but there was never any intent on your part to continue on.  Just a fun little conversation made possible by travel and a mutual friend who introduced you. And it helps that his accent is fun to listen to.

One conversation became several.  You saw him every day you were in Scotland.  After, you continued to text.  The phone calls were the keystone to your mounting feelings.  His voice was just as warm as though he were right there in front of you, those blue eyes sparring with your gaze as his thumb passes over the back of your hand over and over, the way it did when you held hands in the little restaurant that became your meeting place in those early days.

Thousands of miles of separation didn’t slow the pace of your interactions.  He called when possible, but mostly he would text you.  There would be a week or more without texts, but as soon as he was done with whatever he’d been assigned to do without his personal phone, he would be back to texting you throughout the day.

Unsure of where this was going, you at least found comfort in the interaction.  You found his voice soothing.  You can’t forget the feeling of him pulling you against him, but it wasn’t just that.  It’s as though his body would meet yours halfway, as though he were both pressing himself to you as well as pulling you toward him.  A silly concept to entertain, perhaps, but he did it every time you would embrace.  Virtually full body contact, meeting in the middle of existence rather than him strictly bringing you to him or vice versa.  It was a comforting sensation, and the warmth.  His body is so warm to the touch.

You close your eyes as you plan your route to the airport and think about the moment your bodies come in contact again.  It will be in public, but it’s still such a sensual prospect that you wonder if you should feel ashamed of the thoughts running through your mind and the sensations that make your body feel ready to take him on in ways you’d only dreamt of.

You were only friends, until you weren’t.  “Only friends” don’t carry on the way you both have.  If you didn’t know better, you’d say you were in love.  You steady the subtle shake in your hands as you gather your phone and car keys.

He doesn’t yell your name from across the baggage claim.  Soap doesn’t do any of the little gestures you remember from cute romantic comedies from your youth.  You have no idea how long he stood there once he came through the turn style, but you hadn’t noticed when he arrived, so engrossed in examining and interpreting the last text message he’d sent you before boarding his flight.

{I dreamed of us last night.  Can’t wait to see you.}

When you see movement in the top of your vision you look up.  The expression on his face looks excited, content, and perhaps a little fragile as he drops his duffle and surges toward you with arms spread just wide enough to capture you against him tightly.  Your phone is still in your hand, pressed against his back as you hold each other.  You want to confess what you feel, but you still don’t know where he stands.

You still have a text response you’ve been composing that hasn’t been sent.  You likely won’t send it.  You decide to ask him yourself.

“What did we do in your dream?”

Soap reluctantly releases you from the firm and intimate hold he has on you, his knees nudging your legs as he leans back just enough to look into your eyes.

“We did all manner of things.  And it felt so good.”  He studies your response carefully, his bright eyes tracking easily with yours as he smiles.

“But...what kinds of things?” The intent of his text and the meaning buried in the months of conversations and private little moments are crystallizing in front of you with terrifying speed.  He soothes the ascent by leaning in to kiss you.  You’d only previously shared a kiss twice before, and part of you wondered if you ever would again.

“Let me show you…when we get to your place.”

He’s pleased by the look in your eyes when he says this, prompting him to kiss you again.  He laughs softly as you grip his shoulders more firmly and push the tip of your tongue against the side of his.  He’s not the only one who’s been dreaming of your reunion.

He meant what you were hoping he intended to convey in his message.  You look forward to exchanging the details of each other’s dreams, fantasies, and hopes.

You take him by the hand as he reshoulders his duffle and follows you through the concourse and out to the parking garage.

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[hellocass13-blog]

Reader Tiger!Shifter

A CoD Poly!fic idea I had, if anyone wants to write it.

Sorry, kind of long, but it's been an idea I had for a while.

The reader is a tiger shifter, their tiger form is larger than normal tigers. Not by much but enough to warrant some suspicion while around non!shifters.

The reader finds the 141 and Los Vaqueros while they are on a mission, but they get ambushed. Reader, in tiger form, comes across them just as the enemy is about to kill or torture one of the team. Reader jumps out attacking the people holding the 141 and Los Vaqueros.

Price and Ghost notice the same tiger on other missions, become suspicious so they set up a plan to capture it.

Noticing they have possibly been found out, reader tries to escape without being captured but is caught in a poachers trap. The team finds the tiger and bring it back to base.

That's as far as I have thought. You can create your own timeline for when they learn the readers secret, but have it be a slowburn. (Reader has trust issues about being used or sent to a lab.)

[halfmoth-halfman]

Babe. Darling. Sweetheart. You know I love you dearly and think the absolute world of you

But if I don't get to see Makarov burn I might start a riot, just so you know 😇

i don't know about getting to see him burning, makarov seems more like the kind of guy who likes to hang around, y'know?? ;)

[pascalconfessions]

To @insomniamamma @oonajaeadira @writeforfandoms @honestly-shite @grogusmum

Thank you for ALWAYS being ready to light the yearning beacon, and for not sparing your honest thoughts when you do! Love you all so much!

❤️

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Have a hot cocoa/tea/hot bev of choice today! You deserve it! You're an awesome person and I'm in awe of you and I'm proud of you! 💖💖

I love you, Jen 💚💚

YOU’RE an awesome person and I’m so glad our shared unique niche interests brought us together. I’m going to take your advice and make myself some tea right now. I wish we were having a warm beverage together. Like why don’t we have a bullet train for fuck’s sake?

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Tell me about your favorite ODST and why they're your fave

Dutch!

I think I have a soft spot for him because I've played Uplift Reserve so many times for all the challenges because you can do that level in under 4 minutes. I liked him before though, but he's just a guy. He gives me Soldier TF2 vibes and I like how he interacts with the rest of the ODSTs. He's nice to Rookie after Romeo kicks him awake and the "Uh Lord, I didn't train to be a pilot" scene is good. He was technically in Legends and I love The Babysitter, but he's also got military sci-fi vibes that fit the Aliens aesthetic from early Halo.

That and he got married. Love a wife guy.

[zinzinina]

Hi darling! Can I ask about the old!Poe project? 👀👀

Also hiiii ilu sweetie 💖💖

Hi Jen! 💕 Of course you can!

So this one is still just an outline for now but it will not leave me alone. The concept came from something I read about the long-term health effects career fighter pilots experience and I know it’s not the same thing but I just thought of Poe with a few more greys, maybe with his beard grown out a little, starting to feel those Gs catching up with him. I don’t think he ever expected to outlive the Resistance (especially after what happened with his mother) so I’ve been consumed with the thought of something slow and soft and sweet with him.

(Also, I’ve been seeing lots of gifs from Scenes from a Marriage and uhhh 👀 that grey beard tho 👀 yeah haha) x

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