in duke's arms

JUST ANOTHER MANIC MONDAY.....

It has been a while since I felt inclined to post something about tales from the crypt, but found myself getting a little snarky over some posts and anon’s, so I decided to let it all hang out on this fine Monday. Fair warning….some things here will not be politically correct, so for those with sensitivities to certain topics, you might want to scroll on by right now.

First…the good stuff. I absolutely loved seeing the IG posts from our dreamy duo yesterday! They looked so relaxed and happy, that I wanted to put on some sunglasses and have some wine in the snow. (We actually had snow here in SC yesterday, so I officially had a snow day, even though nothing stuck where I live!). More importantly, I am simply giddy that they are ensconced in SA, and now hard at work bringing my favorite book in the OL series to life. And, according to our shipper brother MBR….this will be some difficult shooting coming up, so I am ok with a little silence from time to time right now because they are WORKING….so all is good on that front.

Now, on to the tabloid fodder. As everyone knows, I have absolutely zero interest in famewhores….yes, that’s right…fame whores. And, if you watch SM or reality TV, you know who they are. Not a slam, but simple facts. If anyone believes for one minute that these people will fade into the sunset, it just won’t happen. But, how we react to such nonsense dictates how we see and feel about such games, and I laugh and shake my head more than you know these days!

I was not surprised that Sandstorm Skipper showed up yesterday. I don’t follow her, but her IG posts are all the same….and that is hysterical to me. Always Daisy dukes, that hideous hair, arms outstretched….hell,…even I can understand why this career is in the tank! I have more moves getting out of the shower than this poor chick! And, I loved the fact that the photographer outed the location and she went back and geo-tagged her own…..oops!….so much for that SA innuendo! Of course what is a girl to do when your alleged bf is hanging out and drinking wine with his hot costar in an exotic country! Nothing like quicksand to put some pep in your step….don’t you think?!?

At the end of the day, this farce will play out, and believe me…it WILL play out. In the meantime, no more eggshells….call this shit out based on what you see. And for the anon’s and antis who want to admonish the wonderful shipsters here for discussing anything….go f*ck yourselves. The days of hypocrisy are over. Fanning in any format is a two way street, so be careful what you wish for. Of course, they have to be careful as well. I occasionally lurk, and read one “other side” comment that said “they were glad Sam found a girl on his level because Cait was too sophisticated for him”…Wth??? I guess they were implying that Sam was smart to trade in “couture and class” for “kale and kohl”! (Crédit to one of my fellow shipsters for K&K,😚😚😂😂)! And, the implication was that Sam really should stay in the D-List level…..such wonderful support!

As for me, I am all about the luxury liner, and that is Sam and Cait. And, i am sure we will see more in the future, as @fromheretoeternity1121 outlined in her post yesterday. But, it will still be bs….after all, it is hard to get rid of poor on your shoe.

Happy Monday sweet shipsters! Long live all things Sam and Cait….no litter box needed!😙😍😊

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Tracklist:

Close My Eyes (Don Diablo Edit) - Corderoy
Drive - Jai Wolf
We Come - Boehm
Waiting For Love - Avicii 
Not That Simple (Kyle Tree Remix) - Mike Posner
Breathe - Seeb
California Dreamin (Calvo Remix) - Freischwimmer
Panama City Beach - Pink Slip
Capsize - Frenship
Summer - Marshmello
Is It Love - 3LAU
Silence - Don Diablo
Golden Light - Madden
Visions (Boehm Remix) - Cheat Codes
Realise (Two Can Remix) - Carmada
Show Me Love (EDX Remix/Radio Edit) - Sam Feldt
Waited Too Long - 90 Pounds of Pete
Say It - Flume
Chasin’ You (Extended) - Supermans Feinde
Marathon - Lost Kings
Freak - R3hab
Oasis - Kygo
Back In The Day - De Hofnar
Kings of Summer - ayokay 
Full Circle - Quinn XCII
Troubles - Imad Royal
Stargazing - Jus Jack
Where I Wanna Be - A R I Z O N A
Paradise (Boehm Remix) - Josef Salvat
Getting Away - Vindata
Raging - Kygo
Feel Good Inc. - filous
Colors (Sam Feldt Remix) - Halsey
I Wanna Know - Alesso
Darling - Said the Sky
Dancer (Kygo Remix) - Didrik Thulin
I Got U - Duke Dumont
Give It Up - Jack Wins
Serious - Kygo
WHERE THE HELL ARE MY FRIENDS - Lany
Weekend - Mac Miller, Miguel
LA Confidential - Tory Lanez
9 - Drake
I’m Ready - Skizzy Mars
Round Whippin - A.CHAL
GUD VIBRATIONS (Instrumental) - NGHTMRE, SLANDER
Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap
Loud Pipes - Ratatat 
Your Soul - Hippie Sabotage
Always (Wave Racer Remix) - Panama
Too Good - Drake
Inside Out - The Chainsmokers
Dream - Autograf 
Nothing Left - Kygo
Coming Over (filous Remix) - Hersey
Flame (Roosevelt Remix) - Sundara Karma
Water - Ra Ra Riot
How Hard I Try - filous
Hiding - San Holo
Sleepless (Radio Edit) - CAZZETTE 
Feel So Close (Radio Edit) - Calvin Harris (shoutout 2012)
Isla (Aevion Remix) - Felon
Talk To Me - Rainer + Grimm
Ocean Drive - Duke Dumont
Roses (King Arthur Remix) - The Chainsmokers
It Isn’t Mine - Slaptop
Burn Fast (Louis Vivet Remix) - Bryce Fox
Beautiful Heartbeat (Deorro Remix) - MORTEN
Emotional - Flux Pavilion
Without You (Vindata Remix) - ODESZA
Insane - Flume
Six A.M. - PANTyRAID
Cocaine Model - Zhu
Free My Mind (RAC Remix) - Katie Herzig
People - Kav Verhouser
Alcoholics - Skizzy Mars
High You Are (Branchez Remix) - What So Not
Never Be Like You - Flume
Sun Models - ODESZA
Gemini (Ekali Remix) - What So Not
Bob Marley - Grizfolk
Say a Prayer for Me - RUFUS DU SOL
Closer Than This - St. Lucia
I’m In Love - Kygo
Turn Me On - ID
Show Me - Marc E. Bassy
Girls Like U - Blackbear
Change Up - Yung Jules
Throwback (feat. Bueller) - Ashton Harris
Ego - Tove Stryke
Real Love (The Chainsmokers Remix) - Clean Bandit
What You Waiting For - Gazzo
Maybe - Carmada
With You (Daniel Richard Remix) - Jupiter Project
Middle - DJ Snake
Tropic Love - The Diviners
Addicted To You - Avicii
Atmosphere - Kaskade
If Only (Remix) - PatrickReza
Want U 2 (Marshmello & Slushii Remix) - Marshmello
Hold On, We’re Going Home - Drake
Lay It All on Me - Rudimental
Like An Animal - RUFUS DU SOL
Just - Couzare
Magnets (SG Lewis Remix) - Disclosure
Here For You - Kygo
Warm - SG Lewis
Wicked Games - Parra for Cuva
Bad, Bad, Bad (Matt DiMona Remix) - LANY
HyperParadise (Flume Remix GANZ FLIP) - Hermitude
White Lies - ODESZA
Music In You - Sebastien 
Together As One (Radio Edit) - Dropgun
From Me to You - Yolanda Be Cool
Basically, I - Robert Delong
Care - R3hab
Alone - Marshmello
Sleep, For The Weak! (Lost Frequencies Remix) - Lea Rue
New York City - The Chainsmokers
Feeling Right - Matoma
Chemistry - Rawch
No Role Modelz - J. Cole
My Love For You (Radio Edit) - RAI
Running Out - Matoma
Once in a While - Timeflies
Oceans - tyDI
Lush Life - Zara Larsson
Metaphysical - Autograf
In The Morning - Zhu
Able to See Me - Hippie Sabotage
Lana Del Dre - Tep No
The Way You Want Me - Lucky Rose
Count On You - Autoerotique
With You - Embody
Drunk & I’m Drunk - Marc E. Bassy
Payday - Derek Pope
ILYSB - Lany
Drama (feat. Drake) - Roy Woods
Genghis Khan (Louis The Child Remix) - Miike Snow
When To Love You - Andrew Luce
Stay - Kygo
Borderline (Vanic Remix) - Tove Stryke
Until You Were Gone (Boehm Remix) - The Chainsmokers
Faded - Alan Walker
Takes My Body Higher - Shoffy
Can’t Have (Ape Drums Remix) - Steven A. Clark
Ocean Drive (Shaun Frank Remix) - Duke Dumont
Fragile - Kygo
In The Arms Of A Stranger (Brian Keirulf Remix) - Mike Posner
Thunder Clatter - Wild Cub
Wild Sun - The Strumbellas
Night Dive - Mount Dreams
I Don’t Care - LANY
More - Jan Blomqvist
Thankful - Feki 
+ more to be added! 

photo isn’t mine obviously

anonymous asked:

*cough* three way fusion between Chuck Mike and Duke *cough*

WHAT A CONCEPT.

just the fusion dance would be terrifying enough.

The Vanquisher of Detroit is, like…a punk-rockstar, but the combo of the three is like

some kind of WEIRD movie star…musician…?  With way too many arms and way too much suicidal self-confidence.  And a beautiful surprisingly sexy voice, and 483948% HISTRIONIC DRAMA.

He needs to buy some chill.

Chinese State Banquet

The Duchess of Cambridge is attending her first ever State Banquet, held for the Chinese president. Her husband the Duke has met with the president before, so it is no surprise for the couple to attend. The Duchess is wearing a Jenny Packham gown of red and gold, as a subtle nod to the Chine flag. Kate is known for incorporating such details into her outfits, as she has done in Canada, Singapore, New Zealand, and on her wedding day. Although not visible, Her Royal Highness is also wearing her newly received royal order, a yellow ribbon bearing a photo of the Queen, for the first time. Kate is also wearing the Papyrus tiara, previously seen at her last white tie function in 2013.

afoxnamedmulder  asked:

IF YOU'RE STILL TAKING PROMPTS "we’ll talk when I get back” with threegulls

Nathan grabbed Duke at his upper arm and yanked him back. “This is suicide!" 

"Do you have a better idea?” Duke pulled his arm free and stepped a little closer to Nathan. “I’m all ear.”

Nathan bit his lip. He wanted to tell him a better plan, wanted to stop Duke from running into this building, especially because Duke had no protection at all. Nathan knew if he let Duke go now the chances were slim that he would ever see him again. And this was not an option. “We’ll think of something else,” he promised and reached for Duke again, didn’t want to let him go.

“When, Nathan? Audrey has not all the time in the world. It’s either her or one of us, and I prefer that it’s one of us.”

“Do you actually believe I would just let you go like this? Sacrifice yourself for her?”

Duke laughed dryly and Nathan hated this sound. “We both know it has always been you and Audrey. It was destiny. So I will do anything to bring her back to you, to give you two the happy ending that you deserve.”

“I highly doubt that we would be happy without you, Duke.”

Duke’s hand was suddenly on Nathan’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. Nathan didn’t feel it, but he saw it and he knew Duke. Duke was always gentle, always thought about others first, was always there.

“That’s really sweet of you to say, Nate.”

“It’s the truth!” There were too many times that Nathan could remember when he should have told Duke how important he was, how much he meant to him. Too many times Nathan had dodged the situation with a defensive comment or a silly joke. Now was not the time to play it down. Now was the time to be open about it. “You are important, Duke. To me. To Audrey.”

“Does it make a difference now? We still have no other options to save Audrey. One of us has to go in there and I am the best choice.”

Nathan still didn’t want him to go but unfortunately Duke was right. This time they needed pure strength and Duke could provide that with a little bit of blood. The chances that Duke would survive were small, but at least he had a chance. If they wouldn’t act soon Audrey had no chance at all.

“Okay,” Nathan sighed finally and used the knife in his right hand to cut into his other. Nathan held his bloody hand out to Duke but stopped him right before Duke could touch the blood. “We will talk when you get back. All three of us.”

Duke smiled and nodded. “We’ll talk when I get back.”

Nathan let go of Duke’s wrist and let him absorb his own blood. He felt like frozen and could only watch Duke’s eyes turn from brown to silver. He could only watch how Duke turned around and ran into the building. When Duke was out of sight Nathan realized why he felt as if he couldn’t move.

These last words of Duke had felt like a goodbye.

anonymous asked:

How would a fusion between Duke and Foxy look?

Well I can’t imagine what kind of insane situation would force them to fuse, but it would certainly be one of the weirder fusion dances in the history of fusion dances.

They would be like…the epitome of the crazy royalty from books.  They’ll literally give you gold ingots for doing them a favor, but would also use those diamond claws to rip your throat out for minor percieved insults???  

They appreciate the finer things in life, like lounging on thrones and driving REALLY FAST and VENGEANCE.

Do not advise, please do not let these two fuse.

((all that gold and the diamonds and rubies took me forever LOOK AT HOW SHINY THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS))

The Zeros (Prince Keith)

Yay for productivity! For the anonny who requested a Keith soulmate fic :)

It’s a soulmate timer fic, I hope you all enjoy! Meanwhile Joshua will be getting a stern talking to. How dare he, the butthead.


You tried yanking the sleeve down to conceal the mocking numbers. The fancy sleeves were a good couple inches too short. Damn it. The lacy trim almost reached, but almost wasn’t good enough. The zeros had been eerily still for almost seventeen years now. Every single one of  those days they mocked her. You couldn’t remember time before they stopped. Back when You were  a naive and blissful ignorant child, with a head full of dreams and romantic fairy tales.

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The day would have been a glorious one spent for any child, for it had been a festival day. Papa started the day off by making a delicious breakfast. Bacon, eggs, biscuits, sausages, and the pancakes. Oh yes, the pancake incident. There were plates stacked high with pancakes everywhere. Mama finally had to yell at him to stop, it was way too much food for just the small family of three. Papa just stood at the stove confused, and the batter bowl in hand.

“But there’s more batter…” Mama collapsed her head in her hands and groaned aloud. At last you all left for the festival after freezing the remaining pancakes. They seemed to last for weeks afterwards those damn pancakes. Breakfast every morning was pancakes until at last they were all gone. Papa seemed to get an especially full stack with a side of  evil glare from Mama. Who always managed to get away with having none. Complaining of the carbs, that she was on a diet, and that fruit was a fine breakfast.

At last it was time for the festival! You bounced eagerly on your feet excited for the day ahead. The excitement soon wore off upon realizing you had to wait. The king must make his traditional boring speech first and blah blah. The king blabbered on while you lost interest almost immediately. Perched high atop of Papa’s shoulders, you wiggled and twisted looking for entertainment. Finding nothing you resorted to tugging and playing with Papa’s hair. At last the surrounding people started cheering. Festival time?!

“Little monkey.” Papa patted your knee to claim attention. You answered by tugging a patch of his hair.

“The royal family is formally introducing the young prince. Hence today’s celebrations.” The prince?! You perked up excited something was happening at last. Of course everyone knew about Prince Keith, but only important people had met him so far. Papa and Mama taught you about the royal family. They said Prince Keith was still little, only a couple years older than yourself. So he was sheltered away during his young years from the prying eyes of the kingdom and the media.

The pretty queen stepped out on stage. Her gown was so beautiful! You stared in awe, you wanted to wear something as pretty as that dress one day! A tiny figure broke your admiration of the queen. Standing behind and almost swallowed by the vastness of her dress was a boy clutching part of the skirt. The poor thing! He looked so scared, if he was in your preschool class you would surely share your snack with him. He looked to be too old for preschool though, maybe kindergarten. Or even *gasp* in grade school!

Suddenly everyone started cheering, the young prince’s expression changed in an instant. He went from looking frightful to as if something smelled terrible. Maybe someone farted on stage. You giggled at the thought of their dignified king farting. The king was still blabbering on and Prince Keith was now standing up front and looking out to the crowd. You were lost in giggles and the excitement of the crowd. You couldn’t hear the beeping coming from your wrist.  Papa cocked his head to the side and was about to question his wife if she too heard the noise. Another round of cheers distracted him and all was forgotten.

Mama hadn’t discovered the zeros until later right before dinner. Eating at the festival would be a special treat. Though Mama still brought her to a bathroom and ensured clean hands first. Mama assisted you in rolling up your sleeves when she gasped and held your wrist tight. She pulled your arm closer looking at something, Mama’s eyes were so big. Hand washing forgotten she picked you up and ran outside. She called out Papa’s name frantic, turning around in circles so fast you were getting dizzy. At last Papa found you and the spinning stopped. Mama was upset about something, she pulled on your arm again. Now Papa was looking too. You wish they would tell you! You were old enough! More important than that you wished for dinner greater. After a full day at the festival you were hungry! You were about to ask when Mama and Papa finally focused on you.

“Noms?” You asked trying not to whine. Papa only replied ‘soon’ and started asking you about a timer? You didn’t understand. Mama tried to simplify it for you. Oh the numbers! They meant the ones on your arm. Mama taught you what they meant awhile ago. When they reached zero you would meet your soulmate! But the numbers were so high, 6128 days Mama said. You couldn’t count that high, it must be a long time away.

You looked to your arm in question, but the high numbers that counted down everyday were gone. In their place stood zeros. Zeros!

“Mama, zeros! Where soulmate?” Mama didn’t respond, her eyes were wet. Papa had lots of questions though. You tried answering them but you were so hungry. You didn’t know why he was asking you these things, Papa should know that you didn’t meet anyone! You were with him all day long!

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Nott M. Portent X Duke Nukem

Nott M. Portent watched the tea kettle bubbling through his greasy locks, pale lips turned into a frown, as if it was a rainy day and the sun was hiding. The sun was not hiding, but Nott couldn’t tell on account of his greasy locks, so the day may just as well have been rainy, which he pessimistically assumed. He put on an oven mitt and a sunflower apron, retrieving the sugar cookies from the oven.

His husband Duke was sitting in his favorite recliner, puffing on a fat cigar and reading National Geographic. “Tigers are the bomb.” He turned the page. “Nott, those cookies smell bitchin’. What kind are they?”

He gave a low sigh. “The kind is not important… what is important, is where they’re going to go.” He gently pushed the cookies into a plastic tupperware bin, sealing it neatly along the edges, then shuffled back to the counter and began washing his cooking supplies.

Duke looked up from an attractive ad about silver eagle dollars, concerned about his husband. “Hey there, what’s got you all sad and greasy? Let’s see that pale gloomy face I love so much.” He sauntered over, fetching a cookie. “Mmm, damn I love cookies…”

Nott just fuckin hated the world, and the human worms feasting on its carcass. But the love of Duke Nukem stayed his shotgun-hand from shotgunning. He couldn’t even tell Duke how important this was to him. He was not, as Duke was, a master of language. All he could do was try to express his love, as best he could, through cookies and tea.

“Duke it’s just hard being optimistic when people are so terrible… My whole life is just cold bitter hatred.”

Duke munched another cookie and opened the fridge, retrieving the 1-percent milk, which he poured into a quaint cow mug. “Don’t let the world get you down, Nott. If you wanna make an impact, you gotta be loud. I wake up and see the badness and the filth, but I fight back, and I stay as Me as I can possibly be. The world is your skillet: If you wanna make an omelet, you gotta turn the dial up to eleven. Mixing metaphors, taking names, kicking ass, and saving the world. That’s what it’s all about.” He took a loud sip, sliding up behind Nott as he was scrubbing off an egg beater. His free hand wrapped around his waist in half a snuggle.

“No Duke s-stop I’m doing dishes…” Nott cringed a little as color filled his blanched face like rosy watercolors on a fresh canvas.

“I’ll do -your- dishes, baby…” Nott felt the flush rising all across his face to his neck and ears. “No for real you always ambush me when I’m washing the dishes I have so many to do…”

Duke backed off, sighing. “Okay I was just trying to cheer you up…” He finished his milk, putting on his size-13 boots. “I’m going to stomp some
aliens, and then I think I’ll buy some movies.” He left the house.

Nott resumed his dish-washing. He had used too much soap and been too distracted. Now the water was tepid and slick, and the foam rose up thickly in the mixing bowl as his brush ran up and down the edges. He let go, watched the scrub brush and bowl sink, feeling that he had gone too far and upset Duke. The terrible isolation crept in, the feeling that his loneliness was complete. The last fragile cable had snapped, nothing kept him in touch with humanity now. For no special reason he took the sugar cookies off of the table, sinking down to the floor, crying his angsty saline tears into them.

With the cookies ruined and the dishes still not done, there was only one thing left to do. He went into his bedroom, sorting through Duke’s things, retrieving the only shotgun available since he had gotten rid of his old one. “This is the time of vengeance and no life is worth saving… I will put in the grave… as many as I can…”

He put on his boots, slammed open the door. Dark clouds whirled overhead, crackling with lightning. It was time for him to kill, and it was time for him to die…

Nerf bullets assailed a thick oak tree in the middle of their yard, discharged from the shotgun. The bullet impact-textures danced around the object as more foam bullets struck, only three were present at any given time.

Nott lifted the garden gnome standing cheerfully in the aloe patch, sat down, and began ramming his pointy head into the fresh mulch, to the tune of heavy metal music from inside his head only. It had begun… he left the gnome sticking hat-deep upside-down in the ground, passed through the yard several times recovering his foam darts. He brushed off bits of grass from each one and began reloading as he stomped out into society.

Nothing was safe. He went into the parking lot of a supermarket, kicking stray shopping carts that careless people hadn’t returned to the designated cart return area, rocking them and pushing them away as startled moms desperately loaded their children and groceries, and drove off recklessly.

He went into a park, began purposely tripping over trash cans with his entire body, tipping them over. He purchased a loaf of bread and returned to the park, wadding bits of bread into dense balls and throwing it to a fluffy white flock of ducks, who eagerly followed each bread ball as it sank down into the pond instead of floating, which it would have, if Nott had not scrunched it up.

He then threw away the bread wrapper in a recycling bin for aluminum only, and took two free newspapers from the front of a store despite the ‘TAKE ONE’ notice.

Citizens knew him, what he could do, and were panicked by his antics. They fled for their lives as he pelted them with all the fury his Nerf darts could convey. A long trail of bright orange darts followed in his wake, absent any blood or bodies from the non-lethal foray, as he Nerfed his way into the city.

Elsewhere, a few hours later, Duke Nukem holstered his weapons, gazing at a street filled with alien goo and alien corpses. “Damn I’m good…” A beautiful babe tried to get his attention, but his loyalty to Nott M. Portent rendered him oblivious to such juicy opportunities for carnal mischief. He walked into the movie store, intent on rewarding himself for such excellent fidelity.

He went immediately to the Action section, giddy as he picked up a 2-in-1 box of the first two Predator movies. “The husband’s gonna love this…” He picked up a few other titles, such as “Army of Darkness,” “Full Metal Jacket,” “DOOM,” and “The Secret Garden.” However, just as he completed his purchase, he heard sirens, saw a panicked civilian carelessly tumble through the glass storefront into a display rack of Blu-ray copies of the movie “300” as streaks of orange flashed by, a furious Nerf barrage.

“Damn, no… it can’t be, we were making such progress…” He ran outside as Nott M. Portent’s genocide crusade rampaged, boots steaming as he pursued the flapping coat-flaps of Nott’s trenchcoat. Police vehicles screeched to a halt across from Nott, who threw a fistful of plastic army soldiers at them. They gasped and ducked as pale and green servicemen scattered across windshields, landing haphazardly on the asphalt. Someone radioed for backup.

Duke hid behind a tree growing out of a median, looking closer as Nott strafed into an alley to reload. He saw the cold sob-tears of genocidal sadness trailing across Nott’s genocidal face. Duke’s ego stung to see his husband in such a dire predicament. Police returned a fierce volley of pistol-fire, which sent bits of rubble flying so thickly that some of them disappeared before they hit the ground, according to the world’s Game Engine’s pre-set limit on the number of rubble objects it could render at any given time.

As the police reloaded, and Nott prepared to fire once more, Duke sprang out. “Wait, let me talk to him.” He approached Nott.

Nott’s shotgunning hands trembled. “D-Duke? Stay back, this is how it ends for me…” A plastic army man fell out of his trench coat pocket.

Duke held his arms out in a placating gesture. “It’s alright, baby. We can talk this out. What’s got you hating the world again?”

Nott rubbed his eyes and nose on his sleeve, sniffling. “I thought you were leaving me too, just like everyone… it’s all the same, no one cares about me…”

Duke gave a weak smile. “Hey now come on, that’s a steaming crock of alien shit, what makes you think that?”

Nott looked up, eyes watery, hands limp at his sides. “Because I’m Nott M. Portent, that’s why…”

Duke approached slowly, arms still outstretched, giving him a big hug. “You are important… to me.”

Nott sniffled. The muscles in his face began to do a curious thing, something they hadn’t done before. He was… could it be he was smiling? The shotgun fell, a Nerf dart discharged harmlessly into the streets. He hugged Duke back, feeling for the first time that the world didn’t need to die, that Coldness and Hatred were for the first time being supplanted… with Warmth and Lovtred.

“I have such Lovtred for you Duke Nukem…” He said, nuzzling into Duke’s big burly shoulder.

“I love me too, baby… now let’s go home. I’m ready to watch some movies together and chew bubble gum… and I’m all outta gum.”

Not Scared / Baekhyun

Originally posted by visual-jongdae

Word Count: 4052

Request: Can I pretty pretty please have a scenario in the very olden days like the 1500’s (I don’t know how to call it really) And the reader is the princess, soon to be queen and Baekhyun is a poor man that sings next to the riverside for very little money just to survive. She meets him unexpectedly one day and they fall in love. And it’s forbidden bc the princess can only be with another Royal. Loooooots of fluffiness and some angst as well but a happy ending ? Sorry if it’s confusing. Thank you :)

Wow, this is so Romeo and Juliet. You guys know that’s really not my style, immediate love. But it’s sweet and I hope it fulfills the request :) 

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Your dress was irritatingly heavy, getting caught on the rough cobblestones as you walked with your ladies maids through the city, just trying to get to your meeting with the priest. The priest and your soon to be husband.

“We have to hurry, My lady.” Your first ladies maid rushed you, “We mustn’t keep the Duke waiting.” Her arm linked with yours scuttling forward towards the Church, looming over the end of the river like an angry father stands over their child.

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anonymous asked:

Duke left Nathan twice I’m not sure his world revolves around him

Let’s be real here- Duke left Haven twice.

Duke came back to Nathan twice.

Duke, whom we have seen is willing to have the shit beat outta him to avoid giving up information he said he wouldn’t, rolled on a contact to ensure that Nathan would continue to be happy in his job. We see multiple occasions of Duke planting his feet firmly on Nathan’s side (ie: against Evi when she plays a role in displacing Nathan from his job, against Arla, against the Rev) when it may or may not really benefit him at all, when it may even put him in direct danger. Duke jumped into an imploding interdimensional construct because Nathan asked him to (which meant ignoring Audrey’s request to stay), with no idea if he’d even survive it, and immediately upon returning sets out to reunite with Nathan. When Audrey comes through the door and pretends to be Lexie, Duke literally throws himself, fists swinging, into a pack of Guard, even though he is terrified of dying by someone marked with the tattoo in order to protect Nathan. He puts his hands into a puddle of living blood with no idea if it will kill him or not, just to make sure it doesn’t kill Nathan. When Nathan disappears to the photo-flash Trouble, Duke surrenders belly-up to Mara in order to get information that will save Nathan, information about his past that is clearly exposing weaknesses to her that he knows she will use against him; doesn’t matter, as long as it saves Nathan. Duke, after running from Haven with his tail between his legs because he felt guilty over the Troubles that were released, gets a letter from Nathan with instructions to find a girl and bring her to Haven, and Duke turns up asap with Hailie in tow, and then kills her in order to keep his promise to Nathan to make sure Nathan came back from the Void.

You want little examples? Nathan jumps onto the Rouge in 1.03 wild and ready to fight, and Duke won’t hit him, won’t fight back, won’t hurt Nathan even though it’s clear Nathan wants to hurt him. When Audrey tries to keep information from Nathan (about Max and about the incoming meteor shower/Audrey’s pending disappearance and about Lexie really being Audrey), Duke is the one to say we should really tell Nathan. In 3.01, when Nathan has come to fight Duke, to possibly kill Duke, with his arm freshly inked with the tattoo that will be on the guy that is fated to kill Duke, Duke hands his gun to Nathan. Duke automatically temp tests Nathan’s coffee. He drives out to help bury Garland and keep Nathan company and reassure him that the Rev was wrong. He holds the time that he carried 7-year-old Nathan to the hospital after he broke his arm as the shining example of how well he handles the Troubles. The ONE time he looks happy about feeling the rush of his Trouble activating is the time when it means Nathan will be resurrected. He backs Nathan up when Nathan says Audrey is still alive in Mara- even though he doesn’t believe it, he supports Nathan. He literally goes out of his way to involve himself in Nathan’s life, from showing up at the police station to seeking him (and Audrey) out when he finds something weird to volunteering to back up the two armed and trained cops when they are going to do something potentially dangerous.

Like, idk, if you don’t want to see it that way that’s your business and I won’t stop you, but TO ME, it seems like Duke’s world does revolve around Nathan quite often.