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laurenkmyers · 4 months

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#vegaspete #macauchay #kinnporsche #tabarcode #dead friend forever #tacode #dead friend forever the series #dff #dff the series #kp #something something parallels #mine #dffedit #kpedit #i had to i'm sorry

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hgedits · 11 months

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#i had to i'm sorry #good omens #good omens spoilers

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pukner · 8 months

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#i had to I'm sorry #buttons #our flag means death #ofmd buttons #nathaniel buttons #art #my art #ofmd season 2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers

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sweetgrimm · 1 month

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So, um, @naffeclipse, @chaotikanvas I know that it's technically mermay, but can we make an exception for mothmay? This has been sitting in my drafts for months and I'm finally feeling good enough about it to throw it out here. Needless to say that you guys really inspired me with your discussions and the brainrot CONSUMED ME. So here's a little mothman y/n and cryptid Eclipse bit as a result.

Moonlight dances through the leaves, casting shadows across the forest floor as you bounce from tree limb to tree limb. The night is quiet aside from the chorus of evening bugs. That’s normal. Nothing ever happens in these woods. Not since you’ve been here. Nope. Nothing ever changes. Well, excluding the occasional stray pet, but those never come this deep in the woods.

Doesn’t matter. You pause in your travels to spy a rabbit rustling through leaf litter. Its ears swivel in constant surveillance. It’s risky for such a small critter to be out so late, and it’s an opportunity you can’t pass up. Not this late in the season.

It freezes, turning its head towards some unseen threat before scampering away. Oh well. You’re not too desperate.

Resuming your travel, you begin to glide between the larger trees. The brisk wind whispers past your wings with a comfortable normalcy. Everything is just like it’s supposed to be.

Until…

The rustling of leaves much too large to be a rabbit and much too loud to be a deer causes you to pause. Perhaps a human. But it’s very dark. And cold. Humans don’t like either of those. Perhaps your curiosity will be the death of you one day.

You follow the noise, landing on an old oak as a silhouette emerges. It’s… almost human-like, but not quite. It travels through the leaves slowly, methodically, like it’s looking for something. Roosting down on the limb, you watch. It steps around roots and other debris, trying to move with a sense of stealth. It moves away from you, head swiveling back and forth.

Ghostly white eyes meet yours. Unease taints your mood, but the light is far more alluring.

“Hello!” You call out. “Hello there!”

The eyes tilt and the silhouette comes closer. It’s not a human. Its face it too round, a perfect circle. Those beautiful eyes are much too large. Plus, humans aren’t metal. That’s one thing you know for sure. But... this metal thing looks so sad. Its clothes hang pitifully, scorched and melted. A burned ratty nightcap sits atop its round head.

“Are you…okay?” you ask the glowing eyes.

It recoils slightly.

“Are you lost? Oh- I can help you! I know these woods like the back of my hand. I can show you the way out,” you say proudly, flaring your wings.

The red glow of your own eyes illuminates the stiff grinning crescent moon of a face. The scorched material is static as it speaks. “You would help us?”

“Of course!” You chirp. “I’ve got nothing better to do and you look like you could use a helping hand. I mean- no offense, but you look like you’ve been through it.”

The machine rubs a finger across its soot-covered chest. “Perhaps.” Its glowing eyes scrutinize you for a moment. “We would be grateful, but is it not a bit late for you to be out?”

You turn to the horizon and stifle a gasp. Whisps of pink dot the edges of the sky, promising the sun’s return. Right. You’ve spent most the night searching for more materials fortifying your nest for the winter.

“It’s fine. It’s not too far,” you say, masking your hesitation. Humans follow the daylight. Humans bring hunters.

“It’s not safe to travel in the daytime,” it echoes your inner concerns. “It will be easier to travel at night.”

“I mean, you’re welcome to spend the day at my nest,” you offer. You’ve never had any welcome visitors, but that doesn’t mean you’re not open to the idea. “I’ll show you the way.”

Stretching your legs, you flap your wings and join your newfound companion on the ground. And- oh goodness. The strange machine steps back and cranes its spindly neck to meet your eyes again. The poor thing barely reaches your chest. Warmth tints your cheeks as you process how oddly cute this thing is. And those eyes. Sheesh, you’re getting carried away with yourself.

Before you can do something to embarrass yourself, you spin around and start walking in the direction of your self-proclaimed home. “This way.”

A moon-cast shadow falls on your feet as the strange metal thing matches your pace. You glance back. It walks with its arms limply at its sides, its head cocks to the side in response to your staring.

“Sorry.” You turn your gaze away sharply. “I like lights- all my kind do. Kind of a given, you know? And your eyes are just so pretty with how they glow! Oh, most light from humans are so harsh, but your eyes are soft and gentle. I could look at them all night.”

It takes you a moment for your words to come back to you and even longer to notice that your companion has paused. Surely your cheeks are as red as your eyes by the fierceness of your blush. Your wings wrap around your shoulders and waist as if that would make you disappear. To say you’re embarrassed is an understatement.

“I’m so sorry,” you say after fumbling around for several moments. “I never have anyone to talk to. I guess I get carried away…”

Unbeknownst to you, the demon within the vessel writhes in confusion (and a healthy dose of fluster but they’re ignoring that). Your behavior has left them baffled. How do you not see what they are? Do you just not care? “It’s alright.”

Your nervous rambling pauses. A hesitant smile spreads across your still flush face. “I…I meant what I said though,” you laugh nervously. “Your eyes are pretty.”

The demon stands silent for another moment. “Thank you.”

This time, your smile is bright with excitement. Your wings flare out and in the blink of an eye, you’re gliding through the tree tops, calling for him to follow.

And they do. The sound of your thrilled heartbeat lures them deeper into the quiet forest.

#I had to I'm sorry #I love me some cryptid on cryptid action #cryptid sightings #cryptid!eclipse #mothperson!reader #the brainrot consumed me #I just love them so much #dcamv #dca au #fnaf dca #fnaf eclipse #eclipse x reader #dca x reader #idk how to tag these man I give up #my writing

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tethered-heartstrings · 1 year

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tag via @elvislefilm

#i had to i'm sorry #will graham #hannibal lecter #bedelia du maurier #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal meme #hannibal memes #hannibal edit #hannibaledit #hannigram #the picture clown

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greedandenby · 3 months

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#I had to i'm sorry #interview with the vampire #iwtv #iwtv crack #jacob anderson #sam reid #assad zaman #iwtv cast

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sidekick-hero · 10 months

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@steddieas-shegoes Was that on purpose? If not, it should have been. You're making me think very dirty thoughts here about these hands jerking off his good boy 👀

Have them under the cut...

"That's it, so pretty, so good for me," Steve coos at him and Eddie can't stop the whimper that falls from his lips.

He has no idea how they got from Steve finally giving in and watching Labyrinth with him to Steve slowly jerking him off with the movie paused in the background. Nor does he care.

All he cares about is how Steve's long-fingered and veiny hand (wearing a ring he stole from Eddie) feels on his hot and aching cock. Eddie is not small in any way, but engulfed in that giant paw, he almost looks it.

There's only a little spit to ease the glide, the friction bordering on painful and feeling so fucking perfect he wants to cry with it.

Another whimper breaks free, his hips bucking up, out of his control, and Steve doesn't stop his slow, deliberate strokes for a second as he slides into Eddie's lap, pinning him down effectively.

Leaning forward, he brings his mouth close to Eddie's ear and purrs, "So desperate, so needy. Be a good boy and take it."

And by God, Eddie does. He throws his head back against the headrest of the couch and pants open-mouthed, pleas and whimpers and moans spilling out of him.

Steve's hand does something clever, twisting just right on the upstroke, and Eddie whimpers his name brokenly. He's so close, so close, but he can't, he can't…

"My good pretty boy," Steve coos again, nosing along Eddie's jawline before bringing their mouths together in a kiss that's mostly tongue. When he's done ravaging his mouth, his hand never losing its rhythm (fucking jock, Eddie thinks), Steve doesn't pull away, their lips a fraction of an inch apart, sharing Eddie's breath and drinking in the desperate sounds from his mouth.

"Come for me."

Eddie does, losing his heart in the process.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steddie smut #my writing #i had to i'm sorry #that was too good to pass up #nsft

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noonaracha · 1 year

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