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actualbird · 3 years
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“I bet you were such a heartbreaker, as a little kid,” Kaeya nuzzles into Childe’s embrace. “The cutest little rascal.”
“Ha. Ha.” Childe says, memories of the orthodontic braces, the huge glasses, the fucking scoliosis back brace, spilling into his mind. “Yeah. Absolutely.”
Kaeya lifts his head up to look at Childe and he’s got a curious, questioning look in his eyes.
Then, he grins.
Oh no.
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Childe cannot let Kaeya see a pictures of him as a kid.
short n sweet n hopefully funny fic i wrote to destress from work today
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runningtwiceasfast · 4 years
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An extremely fluffy offering for Harry’s birthday 
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myspouti · 5 years
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We got to write an impression piece for Outwire magazine!!!! I am so excited!! Ahhh!! I'll link to the piece when it gets posted! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #spouti #spoutirevolution #ftmpride #NationalTransVisibilityMarch #ftmtransition #ftmtransgender #transgenderman #transpride🌈 #transgender #outwire757 #omg #IWroteSomething #lgbtqentrepreneur #excitedentrepreneur https://www.instagram.com/p/B3M4oyGjnJU/?igshid=1xobv7uopaxgc
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Wishes and Lies (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/L8IwuSMULU The art's not mine If you know who drew it please message me so I can put it in the description It's just a simple Treebros fic with references and all that stuff. Like, as many as I can fit. I'm not the best at writing so bear with me. I also occasionally reference other musicals, so be warned and ready to catch the references. It's GAY AF if you couldn't tell from the cover, so if you don't like it, don't read it. 
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would y’all be down with a songfic if I write one? just heard a song that got me in my feels and made me want to really write something. Issue is that I conflicted on who I should write it about: Xenia x RP MC or Cal x SWM MC? The song really suits them both and I’d really love to write something for them.
it’ll be the first fic that I write that isn’t a request (technically--y’all are still going to request a character lol). I really want to know how y’all would take to me releasing work that I just randomly write unprovoked.
please let me know, helps a ton 😘
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culturestyletv · 6 years
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Add #author to it! The Lost Art of Pooling-- AVAILABLE Wednesday Nov. 24th on Amazon for Kindle!! Look out for this short read, especially business owners!! #justwriting #Amazon #selfpublished #shortreads #familymoves #TheLostArtofPooling #Businessowners #Entreprenuers #getyourtribeandthrive #familyshoutouts #SmallBusiness #iwrotesomething #Pooling #capital #businessmodel #tribe #getyourcopy #shewrites #kindle #amazon
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all the tigers have been out
It's easy to believe in love when you haven't tasted sorrow or hate. Faith is always easy when untested.
(But you can always pick yourself back up if you stumble.)
fandom: DCEU rating: Teen/PG word count: 1,354 warnings: struggles with survivor’s guilt, vague references to canon character death. notes: I wrote this late at night and then slightly revised it late at night, and it’s my first time writing from Diana’s POV and my first time writing in a while so my apologies if it’s awful, but I got inspired after rewatching BvS and WW and seeing JL and wanted to kind of, reconcile the different impressions of what Diana did post WWI and wound up mostly not going into detail and writing about her struggles with grief and loss without really going into specific relationships. this does lean more towards BvS’ impression, taking some lines in JL into consideration.
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actualbird · 3 years
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“Hypnos, that is a rat.”
“This—” Hypnos walks over to the cage, opening it and taking the rat into his hands. He brandishes it toward Thanatos proudly. “—Is our new roommate! And I love him to bits already so if you say no, I will cry on you for a month.”
“Charon,” Thanatos turns to Charon, who has been sitting on the couch this entire time drinking what seems to be wine in a mug, just watching this rat-centric spectacle. “You can’t possibly approve of this.”
Charon sets his mug down on the coffee table and signs, “I like to watch the rat scurry.”
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Living in New York is hell normally, yes, but living in New York in an apartment with his brothers is a special kind of bespoke megahell tailor made just for Thanatos himself.
a quick humor without plot thing i wrote where than lives with his brothers whom he loves dearly (no really he does) ft. megthanzag, implied chermes, and a fundamental misunderstanding of how bitcoin works
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fumblingoverwords · 5 years
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Bonne Chance
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"She's gone, Gabriel. Nothing you do will bring her back to life, it's been weeks for fuck's sake. This thing you're doing, playing God, it isn't healthy. You need to let her go. You need to move on, your son—"
"NO! I am not abandoning her."
"There's no such power that could bring back a soul, much less without dire consequences."
"She's worth it."
Gabriel Agreste rummaged through the worn down pages of the Miraculous spell book with tight lips and cold eyes. It took all of his willpower to keep himself composed and calm when every fiber in his body demanded answers. His patience was wearing thin with every false lead and a dead end. But the designer would not stop to rest. Every twist and turn of black ink mocked silently behind closed eyes at the mere thought, words had never been as unforgiving before. There had to be a way to decipher the damn potion's ingredients! All he needed was silence, but the whispers refused to leave. A snarl threatens to escape from his throat.
"A harvest of loyalty. . .a palm of honesty. . .a cauldron of dark cloud. . ." The whispers grew louder with an airy tone in them. It must be entertaining to have a personal buffoon. Tune them out, just think Gabriel, think!
Exactly eighty-two minutes later he decided to pause his search. With a proper night's rest and a clear mind, he could find the answers, tomorrow. A little white lie he repeated for the past two years. After all, patience is a virtue and practice makes perfect.
"What is it now, Nooroo?" The hairs in the back of his neck were standing straight, alerting him of the kwami's annoying gaze.
The small creature appeared in his line of sight, head bowed and hands clasped together. How pathetic. "For-forgive me, master. It's not my intention to pry—"
"Then don't." He stood and snapped the book shut.
". . .yes, master." The kwami bowed and made himself scarce. He still remembered his place. Good.
Gabriel adjusted his tie and straighten the butterfly brooch. The throbbing headache from yesterday returned full force in revenge for taking all those relief pills. His hand stopped midway to the drawer upon seeing the bottle laying inside the trash can. Perfect, exactly what he needed. Now Nathalie had to get another prescription to—
The ache dissolved with a slow and gentle caress across his cheek. Green eyes gazed into his lifeless ones.
"Gabe, you can't be here! My family says it's bad luck to see each other before the wedding, you already know that."
He groaned and pulled her closer, basking in her warmth. She smelled of red roses and cinnamon. "Your family tends to say a lot of things."
She bit down on her lip and tried to hide the mirth swimming in her eyes. God, how could he be so lucky?
"Pardon me, mademoiselle, this man wanted to make a confession."
She hummed and snuggled closer in his arms. "Is that so? I suppose it's only fair to let you speak."
"I love you."
Her smirk softens into a shy smile and, somehow, she stole his heart all over again. "To the moon and back,"
"And from the moon to the sun."
"With all the galaxy inside my heart," they finished together, voices barely above a whisper. Time stopped as they stood embracing one another lovingly.
"Now, shoo! I need to add the last touches to my dress," she said while playfully shoving him toward the door. "Besides, it's rude to make our guests wait."
"You're right we can't keep them waiting for too long."
His wife laughed joyously as he peppered her hands and face with butterfly kisses. "Gabe! My cousin worked on my makeup for hours."
"You. . .don't. . .need. . .it," he said between kisses.
A knock on the door made her go still, but he pressed on. She needed to understand how much he loved her. Because she meant everything. Because she was his entire world. Another round of knocks threatens to separate them.
"Gabe."
"One more minute, that's all I beg of you."
"Sir?"
A cold bucket of reality splashed on Gabriel's face so fast it was a miracle he didn't suffer whiplash. "Come in." He turned around before his assistant entered the room, unable to look at the person who interrupted such a precious memory.
"I finished reading through all twelve books. There's no historical evidence of ruined temples, sir. If magic was involved, the authors won't mention it nor do they leave hints about mystical creatures."
Of course, they wouldn't, no one was too stupid to share that type of knowledge. Unless they wanted to end in a madhouse. "Analyze wars and disputes in the Oriental areas in the last five hundred years."
"Yes, sir." She took his silence as her cue to leave, shutting the door with a soft click unknowingly allowing the whispers to continue. He let them be background noise for the while being.
Let them speak, in the end, he'll be having the last laugh.
"I made a vow to be there for you through sickness and health, it's a promise I intend to fulfill until my last breath."
Bonus quote: Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.
-Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance
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katanapride · 7 years
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Some things hide a thousand stories underneath the folds. #origami #iwrotesomething #oneofthosedays (at The Queen Edith, Cambridge.)
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update: just started writing the songfic for Cal and I’ve written 500+ words and I only just interpreted the first line of the song into it (not even an entire verse; legitimately just one single line). I plan on writing the entirety of the song so hope you’re prepared--this is going to be a long one!
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actualbird · 3 years
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“Nobody’s going blind and it's definitely not a curse. Zagreus, it sounds like you might’ve just inherited something from my father’s side of the family. I think you’ve got astigmatism.”
Zagreus blinks. “I’ve got what?”
“Bad eyesight, dear,” Mother says. “You need glasses.”
Hypnos, damn him, bursts into laughter.
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If there is any trace of mortality in Zagreus, he is better off for it. Except for the eyesight problem. That part is a little terrible.
wherein zagreus gets glasses in canon and no plot happens at all
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Whose route are you going to read next?
I'm not sure. There are a lot of tempting LIs but I'm not sure who I should invest my time in. Got any suggestions?😊
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fan-girl-2 · 4 years
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I just thought I'd give our handsome God of the Underworld some love.
This is the First Kiss from Hades' pov from Season 1 Episode 11.
Enjoy!
LI: Hades
"You make me feel-"
How can I put it into words? How can I possibly try to explain it to her when I don't even understand it myself? It has been so long since I have felt anything even remotely close to this. I thought these feeling were lost to me altogether.
"You are so important to me. So important. I don't know how to handle this," is all I manage to say before I turn on my heel and walk into my room.
I hear her give a sigh and murmur, "Can you turn into a dating advice book?" I grin and give a quiet laugh despite myself. I don't know who or what she is talking to but she always manages to make me smile. Just as quickly though, the grin slips off of my face as I gently shut the door and lean against it.
Why are these feelings so strong? How did this even happen? When did it even happen? What makes her so special that she can bring out these feeling in me?
But I know how. She is brave and selfless. Smart and quick on her feet. Professional with just the right amount of sarcastic and quirky. Caring, loving, kind, passionate, beautiful-
Gods, the list is endless.
I don't deserve to have these feelings. She is so good and pure. I am tainted. She is light where I am dark, how can we possibly match?
Oh, but we do. I can feel it to my core. She keeps me grounded. Makes me want to take a breather but keep going at the same time.
And I know that she feels the same way.
That thought makes me pause. Am I hurting her by keeping her at arms length? Am I making her feel unwanted?
I groan into my hands at that thought. She should never feel that way. Never. Especially not by me, the man that wants her more than anything.
Why do I have to make things so complicated by questioning something so right? Why can't I just let myself enjoy the way that she makes me feel?
I want to hold her and never let her go. I want to be there when she cries so I can wipe her tears away. I want to be there when she laughs. Hell, I want to be the reason she is laughing.
That's it. I can't take this anymore. I open the door and walk back out to the living room. There she is, sitting at the island. She is writing something, holding a stack of folders in her hand. I groan internally, she was going to do work all night because of me.
"Hades?" She asks when she hears me.
She turns where she is sitting to face me, her head tilted to the side in confusion.
I'm leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. How would she react if I made a move? Would she push me away? Would she pull me closer? Would she-
I mentally scold myself. There you go again, old man. Questioning everything.
She stands, and the air is suddenly filled with electricity fueled by anticipation. The air is heavy all of a sudden and I don't think I could have held myself back even if I had tried. My control snaps.
I square my shoulders with determination and make my way to her with a few quick, purposeful strides.
"Listen, Hades, I-!"
I pull her to me, and I kiss her.
I hold back a groan of relief. Her lips are soft and it feels so right.
The folders she had in her hands fall to the ground and she clutches my suit lapels. She pulls me closer by my jacket as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her flush against me.
Her hands start to explore my chest, up my neck, and then to cup my cheeks as I pull away.
I'm breathless and my head is swimming. When was the last time another being made me breathless and dizzy?
I pull back and look at her face. She's flushed and panting, as am I.
"I'm sorry. You were right. As you so often are," I cup her cheeks in my palms as I kiss her again. I can't get enough of her. I don't think I ever will. "I'm making it too complicated. But it can be simple, can't it? Can't I just be happy around you? Can't I just let myself feel good when I see you, talk to you?" The words are out of my mouth in a rush, trying to make her understand how badly I want her.
Her hands are roaming over my chest, over my shoulders, and down my arms. My hands are doing the same thing but with her face. She's so beautiful.
"Hades, what you were saying earlier, that I make you feel secure-!" She pauses, trying to put her thoughts into words I presume.
"I feel that way about you too. Like we can take care of eachother. I'm-I'm really glad Cyprin sent me to help you."
I laugh at the reminder of how this all happened. Yes, she was sent to me. To help me with the summit. That feels like years ago, it got so complicated so fast.
"Me too," I agree with her. "But now I'm wondering how I ever got along without you."
I kiss her again, on her forehead, as I pull her close to me and wrap my arms around her.
I don't know what these feelings are yet. All I know is that I don't want them to go away, I only want them to get stronger.
There you go! Let me know how I did @gasp-iwrotesomething.
Don't forget to send prompts or hc!
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