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hqbaby · 1 day

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nine — whatcha reading?

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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word count. 2.2k content. profanity, mentions of injury, descriptions of sex, horny thoughts

Satoru is the perfect boyfriend. He’s romantic and sappy in all the best ways. He’ll show up for surprise dates and wait outside classrooms to hand you a cup of coffee. He’ll give you flowers “just because,” boxes of donuts, teddy bears, bracelets—”just because.” He’ll stay up to keep you company while you work on your papers. He’ll be there for you, anytime, anywhere, just for you.

Satoru is the perfect boyfriend. He’s also ridiculously good at lying about it.

“She’s not here.”

Satoru starts as Kimi’s voice drifts in behind him. He turns to look at her with that quintessentially perfect smile.

“What are you talking about?” he asks innocently.

Kimi just looks at him, unperturbed. “She’s not here,” she repeats. “She’s out for a week. Got injured in the middle of her last game.”

Satoru furrows his brows at her, like he has no idea what she’s talking about. “Who?”

She says your name. He pretends to be shocked by the news.

“I know you were there,” she tells him before he can fake a reaction. “Michiko went to watch her girlfriend. She saw you.”

If there’s one thing Kimi is not, it’s a fool. She’s well-aware that Satoru is in fact not over you. She’s under no illusion that he’s in love with her. The only reason why she’s in this situation in the first place is because her friends wouldn’t stop hounding her about being single for too long and Satoru asked her out at just the right time.

This isn’t a relationship built on love. It’s just a way for them both to pass the time.

Satoru scratches the back of his head in guilt. “I wasn’t hiding it or anything,” he tells her. “I just—”

She raises her hand. “It’s fine,” she says. “I don’t really care.”

She turns to walk away, but Satoru catches her shoulder. He slides an arm around her and nuzzles into her neck.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

Kimi just hums, handing him her bag as they walk away from the tennis court to the parking lot, and Satoru starts to list all the things he wants to do with her this week. She looks at him, his eyes all bright as he talks about this new coffee shop that Naoya told him about, and she wonders if he’s just pretending like her—or if he’s actually convinced that he’s selling this whole act.

That he wholeheartedly believes he’s somehow tricked her into believing this.

He turns to her when they get in the car. He tilts his head to the side and flashes her a grin.

“I love you,” he says without an ounce of hesitation.

And all at once Kimi realizes that he’s not trying to trick her.

He’s trying to trick himself.

“Can you get the remote?”

“Sure.”

“Can you charge my phone?”

“Sure.”

“Can you make popcorn?”

“Sure.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Sure—what?”

You, Nobara, and Maki burst into laughter as Sukuna gawks at you from the kitchen where he has dutifully started opening the box of popcorn packets you keep on the top shelf (supposedly to limit your access to it and prevent you from eating too much). He drops the box on the counter and proceeds to sulk.

“It’s funny,” you say like you’re trying to convince him. “You know, you don’t have to baby me. It’s just a sprain.”

He quirks a brow at you. “You say that as if you don’t like being babied.”

“Ew,” Nobara says, grimacing. “You’re such a cheesy fake couple.”

“She loves it,” Sukuna says, picking up the popcorn and reading the instructions on the back of the box. “Right, tiger?”

You toss a sock in his general direction. “I’m gonna kick you out.”

He nods, popping the packet into the microwave. “Sure, sure.”

The three of them are in your apartment against your wishes. After your game a few days ago ended with a doctor telling you that you had a sprained ankle—nothing bad, something you could get over in a week or so—they took it upon themselves to act as your primary caretakers. Sukuna has driven you practically everywhere, Nobara has all but carried you to your classes, and Maki has seen to getting you all the food, painkillers, and ice packs that your heart desires.

It’s annoying, having them hover all the time and treat you like an infant, but you have to admit that it hasn’t been all that bad. You don’t think your apartment has seemed this bright since the breakup. So it’s not all bad. Not at all.

“You have to study,” you remind Maki as she leans back into the armchair she and Nobara are sharing. “You should really head back to your dorm. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

She shakes her head. “You need me.”

“I don’t.”

“How are you gonna pee?”

“Oh, I dunno, maybe I’ll do this thing called walking?”

Maki glares at you and shoves Nobara as the other girl attempts to take over more space on the chair. “You have to rest,” she tells you. “The doctor said so.”

“She actually said that it’s good for me to walk a little,” you say, frowning as your friend attempts to become one with the chair. “Please. I’d feel terrible if you started flunking your classes because of me.”

“I can study here,” she says stubbornly.

“You’ve done enough,” you say. You look at Nobara. “You need to do your laundry. You can’t keep wearing the same jeans forever.”

She sticks her tongue out at you. “You can’t make me leave, bitch.”

Sukuna walks into the room now with a bowl of popcorn. He offers some to your friends, allowing them to take handfuls, before he settles on the floor beside the couch you’re on. He holds the bowl out to give you easy access.

“I can stay with her for the night,” he tells your friends. “And she’s right. The doctor did say moving around would be good for her.”

“Thank you.” You sigh in relief at someone actually listening to you for once. You turn back to your friends. “Don’t make me beg.”

Nobara looks over at Sukuna with the same scrutinizing gaze she always looks at him with. She has to admit that she doesn’t wholly hate the guy as much anymore, not with how helpful he’s been these past few days. Despite their differences, they do have a common ground: You.

“You won’t abandon her for a booty call?” she asks.

Sukuna nods. He picks up a piece of popcorn that you dropped on the floor and sets it aside to throw out later. “I got this,” he reassures her. “You guys should go rest.”

Nobara turns to Maki. They share a look that you can only describe as uncertain but relenting. She looks back at Sukuna. “Fine.”

After much stalling, the two girls eventually find their way out of your apartment, calling their goodbyes and promising to see you the next day behind them before Sukuna waves a final time and closes the door. He leans on the wall and slides down to his knees as he exhales loudly, keeping his eyes on you.

“Why do they love you so much?” he asks. “What kind of spell have you placed on them?”

You chuckle. “I’d give my heart to either of them if they needed it.”

Sukuna rolls his head to the side and smirks. “What if I needed it?”

You pretend to mull over the question, chewing at a bit of popcorn as you do. “I dunno,” you say. “Depends on the situation.”

“You’re so mean to me,” he whines. “I’ve known you longer than they have.”

“Tough luck, bud,” you tell him. “It’s girl code.”

He gets up and walks over to you to flick your forehead. “Mean,” he says, smiling down at you. “Do you need anything else?”

You look over at the pool of supplies that Maki has gathered on the coffee table beside you. “A pile of cash, if you have it.”

“Sorry, I’m all out.”

“That’s too bad.”

Sukuna nods and ruffles your hair. “I’m gonna take a shower,” he tells you. Then, with a warning, “Don’t get up while I’m not here.”

“Bossy,” you say teasingly.

He wags a finger at you. “I’m serious. Be good.”

You flash him a self-satisfied grin. “Yes, daddy.”

“Ew.” He pretends to gag as he walks away. “I’m telling your mom that her daughter is a freak.”

You watch as he disappears into the bathroom. When the door closes behind him, you stretch out on the couch and reach for one of the books Nobara left you. It’s one of those trashy romance novels that she insists she only reads for entertainment but manages to go on a whole rant about when you ask her about them.

This particular book has been tame for the most part, a few chaste kisses from the lead characters, but nothing as wild as the ones Nobara often tells you about. You’ve only just started to believe that maybe it isn’t that kind of book when one character starts to undress another. Then they’re touching. Then the guy slips his hand between the girl’s legs. Then there’s a squelch, a moan, a cock.

Before you know it, you’re reading an absolutely filthy sex scene, complete with sighs, with groans, with thrusting. At some point, there’s a shift into a position you haven’t even considered humanly possible, and yet here it is, all written out for you to read as you feel your face heat up at the obscenity of it all.

You’re so engrossed in the book that you don’t realize Sukuna’s already stepped out of the bathroom and that he’s been watching you flip through pages with the most focused expression on your face for the past few minutes.

“Whatcha reading?”

You practically hurl the book across the room. “Holy shit!” you exclaim, clutching a hand to your chest. “Announce yourself next time!”

He cackles as you will your heart to stop beating so fast. “You’re too easy to startle.”

You open your mouth, about to shoot back some kind of annoyed response, but the words die in your mouth when your eyes finally focus on Sukuna.

He’s leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed over his chest, a smug smile on his lips. Nothing out of the ordinary—except for the fact that the only thing he has on is the thin towel wrapped around his waist.

From your place on the couch, you take in his entire appearance. Wet hair and bare skin. His shoulders bulge, thick muscles still slightly damp with water. The tattoos that run across his arms and chest are dark against his fair skin, the patterns curling over his naked torso. His abs are firm, protruding on his stomach like they’re made of stone. And then there’s the trail of hair tracing from his navel down to—

“Like what you see?”

You quickly pull your gaze back up to his face. You swallow.

“Fuck you,” you is all you can say before your best friend bursts into laughter again and heads into your bedroom.

You sit with yourself for a moment, trying to understand what just happened. All you can think is, Was he always this fucking hot?

Sukuna reemerges from your bedroom. He’s dressed now, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. He dries his hair and walks towards you.

You do your best to avoid his eyes.

“Wanna go to bed?” he asks, clearly oblivious to the internal crisis you’re having right now.

You toy with the hem of your shirt and clear your throat in an attempt to ground you back in reality. You can’t start thinking that your best friend is hot right now. That’s just wrong.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you say, swinging your legs off the side of the couch. You’re about to get up when Sukuna crouches down to slide his arm beneath yours. You jerk away from his touch.

He frowns, pulling back at your sudden reaction. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Does your ankle hurt?”

You don’t even get to answer before he’s kneeling down in front of you, his hand going to inspect your ankle. You swear your skin is going to melt at just how hot his touch feels.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, slightly panicked as you shift your leg out of his grasp. “I can—I can walk by myself.”

He looks up at you and you think your heart might just explode.

There he is, kneeling between your legs, looking at you with concern, unaware of the fact that there’s a steady warmth growing between your thighs.

“Are you sure?” he asks, but you’re already getting up on wobbly legs and shuffling over to your bedroom. He catches up to you, because of course he does, and holds his arm out for you to hold. Exasperated, he says, “Just let me help you, tiger.”

Relenting, you grab onto him and let him lead you to the room. When you get to the door, you grab it, holding onto it for support as you use it to slowly push him out. “Okay, I can do it from here,” you tell him through the crack between the door and the frame. You offer him an easy smile. “Goodnight.”

Sukuna looks more than puzzled, but he just nods and waves. “Night.”

He watches as you firmly close the bedroom door, leaving him to stand in front of it, wondering, What the fuck just happened?

notes. reader reading smut is me like sometimes i just don’t know what to do with myself but i also can’t stop reading 😩 how are we feeling after this chapter sukuna girlies??

#hqbaby.miu #hqbaby #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #gojo x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader

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cobaltperun · 2 days

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Tara x Fem!Reader,

They have been together for over a month now, laying in Tara's bed, watching a movie then Tara starts teasing R with cheesy pick up lines.

Like:

• Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile!

• That shirt looks great on you… as a matter of fact, so would I.

• There must be a light switch on my forehead because every time I see you, you turn me on!

• If your upper lip is Christmas and your lower lip is Thanksgiving, can I come visit any time in between?

Then R teases back

• I’m an adventurer and I want to explore you.

And.... don't know about the ending! I just thought this would be a fluffy/funny one shot!

Thank you so much for taking requests, it's totally okay if you don't want to do this!

Pick up

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: You and Tara can't help but be silly.

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Word count: 0.8k

It was official, you should never pick a random movie to watch. It was cheesy, over the top acting, so bad it was actually kinda funny, oh, well, at least you were having fun laughing at how ridiculous everything was. And then it happened. The main character, whose name you'd very quickly forget went and said it. The cheesiest pick up line of them all. "I swear someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes."

The poor girl he was trying to seduce was wearing sunglasses...

Tara leaned on your shoulder, shaking with laughter as she slapped your knee. "On no! Why would he say something like that?!" she laughed so loud you were afraid Sam would barge in, and let's just say Sam wasn't all that ready to accept you and Tara were together, even though it's already been a month since you and Tara confessed your feelings for one another and started dating.

Well, considering what the two sisters went through you couldn't say you blamed Sam, if you were in her place you'd be suspicious of anyone new as well.

"That was awful," you laughed with Tara and hugged her, pulling her down on the bed, the awful movie forgotten. It peaked, that was it, nothing could top the ridiculousness of that line.

"Y/N," Tara began once she caught her breath.

"Yeah?" you turned to look at her and saw the mischievous grin on her face.

"Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile!" she said it all proud and eager to see your reaction and you just lost it.

"Damn it, Tara!" you snickered, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sounds.

"I have more," she leaned in while you were still snickering. "Are you an inhaler? Because I need you to breathe," she whispered, making sure she whispered it right in your ear.

Your breath hitched for a moment as she lightly bit your earlobe. "Yeah? Are you an alarm clock? 'Cause I want you to wake me up every morning," you replied, causing her to giggle in your ear, and though you loved hearing her giggles you turned around and brushed her lips. "Your lips look a bit dry, let me be your lip balm."

Tara grinned but leaned down to kiss you gently, she kissed you a few times, going from soft, innocent pecks, to a slow, sensual kiss.

"Mhm, if your upper lip is Christmas and your lower lip is Thanksgiving, can I come visit any time in between?" she tugged at your lower lip gently with her teeth and then kissed you again, this time slipping her tongue inside your mouth.

"No wonder the sky looks so dark, all the stars are right here," you said when you separated and moved to kiss her freckles. When you pulled away you saw her blushing, her eyes wide and lips parted slightly.

"That shirt looks great on you… as a matter of fact, so would I." she said, her hand sliding up your stomach underneath your shirt.

"Well, that escalated quickly," you grinned and pulled her so she was on top of you. "I must be ticklish, 'cause you tickled my fancy."

She snorted at that. "Got any more?" she poked your chest and smiled when you nodded.

"Apologize to polar bears. You're so hot their ice is melting," you said with a grin so cheesy you should put it on a pizza.

Tara covered her eyes but you could see the wide smile on her face. "There must be a light switch on my forehead because every time I see you, you turn me on!"

And you decided to match her. "I’m an adventurer and I want to explore you," you whispered softly in her ear and grinned as she blushed once more.

"Your battery is running low," she started laughing before she even finished saying whatever came to her mind. And with how infectious her laugh was to you you couldn't help but laugh with her. "I think you should plug it in me," she exclaimed through laughter.

You choked, eyes wide and blood rushing to your face as she said that. "That was awful!" you laughed, flipping the two of you around and burying your face in her neck as you tried to stop your laughter only to fail miserably and laugh even harder.

And Tara wasn't doing any better as she gasped for air from how hard she was laughing. "Okay, yeah, I think I can't top that," she confessed as her laughter subsided.

"I can top you though," you said without missing a beat, sending both of you into another fit of laughter.

Neither of you knew that maybe, just maybe, Sam did wake up, and she was annoyed at first, but hearing Tara laughing the way she was right now... well, it made her accept you a bit more. You were making Tara much happier than she was in a long time.

A/N: Damn, this was fun to write, hope you enjoyed this half as much as I enjoyed writing this 😁😁

#tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #scream #jenna ortega x reader #x reader #x female reader

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nanaminokanojo · 2 days

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ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | part 30

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters

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A/N: Contains prose with panels in between. 6th panel is a video.

“I can do it, you know,” you insisted again

“Not having it. I should make sure you’re getting the best care.”

You arched a brow at him, sitting stiffly beside him, not really seeing how it was easier when he said, “Prop your legs up on my lap.”

“Huh?”

He didn’t explain any further and instead stood up, carrying you bridal style and propping you on the couch so your back was against the armrest while he gently placed your legs across his lap. “That wasn’t so hard, was it.”

“N-no, but –”

“No buts.”

As he moved around you, you couldn't help but stare at him. His usually intimidating demeanor softened as he meticulously put the ointment on the abrasions on your leg with a cotton swab. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers deft and precise, eyes intense as he focused on his task. The room was silent except for your steady breathing. At that moment, Sukuna's care and attention just took center stage.

“You do this often?” you teased. “With other girls, I mean.”

He shook his head. “Consider yourself special.”

“I’m only special ‘cause you nearly killed me.” You laughed at your own joke, not meaning anything by it, about to swing your legs off of him when he held onto them, his hand quickly but very gently settling on the shin of your right leg. “I…I’m sorry. That wasn’t a nice thing to say.”

Sukuna leaned towards you, placing his free hand on the backrest. You met his gaze, not liking the turmoil that seemed to swirl in his dark eyes which, you noticed, were flecked with dark garnets and amethysts with the way the sun was shining on him.

“I’ll never hurt you,” he told you softly. He closed his eyes in agitation before flashing you an apologetic smile. “Not intentionally, anyway.”

“Stop saying it that way.”

“Hmm. What way?”

“Like you’re considering the possibility that you would.” You mustered all the courage you had, reached out and cupped his face, making him look at you. “You’ve taken care of me better than anyone so far. I am grateful for that. Don’t ever forget it.”

He placed his hands over yours. “How are you this gracious? It’s unsettling.”

At that, you felt your heart stutter. It’s happening again. “Is that bad?”

Sukuna laughed. “How is that even bad? I swear to god, you worry about the weirdest things. It’s good. It’s just that…”

“Just what?” You withdrew your hands, looking away. That overwhelming feeling akin to being submerged in cold water made its way from your toes to your chest, making it hard to breathe. “People hate me, you know? They hate me because they think I’m just pretending. I acted out once because I was too tired to deal with anyone, and they all started leaving, telling me I’m a –”

He didn’t like what he was hearing. “That’s ridiculous.”

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself. “But I admire you, Sukuna. You show everyone the real you, and they like you for it.

Unlike me, you thought, concealing the thought with a smile, but that was short-lived when he said his next words.

“I like you.”

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maryflorlovyblog · 2 days

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Defining myself is very difficult. Sometimes I seem ordinary, sometimes singular. I'm just like that: walking metamorphosis. Crises... Everything you can imagine. What do I value most in the world? Friends. The best feeling? Happiness. The best verb? Love. I know part of a sentence, I don't know the author, but it defines who I am: to live is to try to be happy. That's what I do: I live. And yes, I consider myself a happy person, despite everything. After a fall? I get up and move on. I've already given up counting the thousand and one dumps I give. I live in search of many things, but I already have the main one: joy. A company? Books. Something that makes you happy? Once again, my precious friends. Well, I end the ridiculousness of this very cheesy description of mine with a question of mine, and a fantastic answer, which fits perfectly in my case. Who am I? "I am a question"

(Clarice Lispector)

#maryflor #reflexões

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allthelovenina · 1 day

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Birthday presents from Levi

Levi Ackerman x reader

Genre: Fluff(?)

Warning: non

You know how in some cultures giving perfume as a gift is considered to bring seperation and bad luck for that relationship?

Idk how to explain this but Levi would definitely buy you an expensive perfume for your birthday. My man is clueless, okay? Until you receive the gift and of course you appriciate it. Then, by chance, he hears a random cadet talking to his friend about what he'll buy for his girlfriend. He never meant to eavesdrop but he couldn't help it, the brats were loud. So he hears the conversation between them.

"How about perfume? I'll buy her something fancy."

"Yeah do that, unless you don't actually want to bring that relationship to an end."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"DoItt you know? It brings bad luck, seperation, even. She's already outta your league don't spit on your chance!"

Now, listen. Of course, he doesn't believe something as ridiculous and superstitious. But...being the overthinker he is, he just can't stop thinking about it.

What if you misunderstood him? Thinking he wants this relationship to end. What if something happens and you end up breaking up with him? After all, superstitions become common beliefs once something happens over and over, right? Or even worse, what if the bad luck the gift has brought, makes you end up dead in an expedition? He can't risk that.

His overthinking reaches its climax once he hears something breaking from your room as he was walking pass it . He rushes to you, only to find you with a piece of glass in your hand as the bottle of the perfume was already broken on the ground.

He takes you to the infirmary. Needless to say, he ignored you as you preached through the way 'Levi! It's fine. I'll ask Hange for a stitch!'.

A day passed a few stitches on your hand. You were in your office doing your paperwork when you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." You said without taking away your eyes from the document in front of you.

"You can at least look at me, you know?"

You lifted your head and gave him a smile once you heard Levi. "Hello, Levi! What a sweet surprise."

"Tsk. Wait until you see the actual surprise."

You raised an eyebrow and looked at him with confusion. "Close your eyes." He ordered.

With suspicion in your eyes, you did as he asked. You could feel him doing something on your desk. "Now, open."

As you opened your eyes, you saw a little flower pot filled with soil on your desk. "Forget about the perfume. This is your present."

A big smile was now on your face "Wow thank you so much! But you have already gave me a gift. What's up with this one?"

"Apparently, perfumes weren't the best idea. Since...the fading scent causes a fading relationship so...I decided to give you something that grows instead of something that fades." He felt he was being cheesy. Almost embarrassed. "Anyways, water it every other day and leave it in sunlight."

He left so fast you couldn't say anything. Honestly, you didn't even have to. His gesture left no room for anything but appreciation.

#levi ackerman #levi aot #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #captain levi #levi #aot #attack on titan #levi x y/n

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all-made-of-stardust · 1 year

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okay but here’s why I actually straight up started crying towards the end there.

when the Hells first arrived in Uthodern, the atmosphere was fear. the city was dark. temples were closing their doors. the center for knowledge, where so many people came for answers, did not have knowledge. did not have answers. people were scared. scared that they couldn’t find help, scared that they couldn’t reach out to loved ones, ask if they are okay.

and suddenly, within their very walls, within their homes, a horrible beast sprouted forth from the heart of the city. there was death, there was destruction. there was despair. because if their own home wasn’t safe, then nowhere was.

the darkness was winning.

then a woman with purple hair and odd markings spoke into the captain of the guard’s mind and told him that things were better. things were okay. and he believed her. because what else could he do but to cling to hope?

because that’s what the Hells brought with them, as this terrifying celestial beast that once brought death now steps out, wearing a peach bow, surrounded by the radiance and light that the city so sorely needed. he is guarded by such an odd group, but they all exude calm. there is a small gnome wearing a pink handknit sweater riding on its back.

they guide this noble, beautiful beast through an entire city, and the whole time they are showcasing to everyone that the darkness is not winning. not now. not while there is still hope kindling in our hearts. not while ancient beasts can once again see the stars.

the world may be ending, but it hasn’t ended yet.

not if Bells Hells can help it.

#cr spoilers #umudara the sentinel beast #umudara #critical role #bells hells #i have a lot of emotions about this scene okay #aabria is right it was such a nice metaphor #i was reminded of that scene towards the end of Children of Men #where all the fighting and all the death stops for one blessed moment #because there is a child #because there is hope #as someone who eternally considers herself a dogged optimist #even in times of absolute heartache and sorrow #i know the absolute bulwark that hope can be #it's cheesy and silly and absolutely ridiculous #but the power of friendship truly can be the most magical thing in the world

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blanketforcas · 10 months

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5 times they almost touched or kissed each other and one time jensen wasn't allowed

#cockles #forgive me for the cheesy song i already had it on my pc lmao #welcome to: tess tries to distract herself with projects that have been staring at her for months #anyways they are ridiculous #let me know if i should include another example! i can edit it in #i'm pretty strict tho #like it has to be accidental and almost unmistakable

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otogariado · 1 year

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i get why people would opt to say walter was a terrible person since the beginning, but i think that's like, the most boring takeaway you can get about his character. he was already insecure and prideful from the start, and it's what would hurt him and keep hurting him. but like, being insecure and prideful are regular traits any regular person can have. the actions that he makes because of these traits, which in turn keep fueling his ego more and more, are what makes him an interesting character. and he was already pretty capable of hurting other people, but he wasn't doing it out of malice, but more because of careless selfishness at first. what makes walter terrifying is that the more he does it, the more he becomes aware of what he's doing, and the more he keeps going and keeps being more and more meticulous and deliberate about what he does that hurts people and even to the point when it was specifically to hurt people.

i think the traits were there in walter from the beginning—the pilot did a pretty good job of establishing how powerless he's felt all his life and just how susceptible he is to letting this newfound perceived power get to his head so easily. he even says this explicitly in 5x06 "Buyout" when he tells jesse "i'm not in the money business, i'm in the empire business". but saying he was this monster from the start kind of implies he didn't undergo through a character arc throughout the show when it's quite literally what he did. he got worse. so much worse. through mostly the fault of his own fragility.

#idk if i put it into words right but i'm just musing #was walter a good person when brba started? up in the air. but his family genuinely adored him. despite feeling like a loser teacher #some of his coworkers actually really liked and respected him. he was just as much of a regular person as anyone else was tbh #you know it's interesting that he and gale basically have the same motivations. why jump to meth of all things. why go from 0 to 100 when #it sounds COMPLETELY ridiculous. but they were both very passionate about chemistry who felt like their potentials were wasted and felt #like they were finally putting their skills to good use again. getting to flex their muscles and shit. whenever they cook better purer meth #than most other people. i think it's a really genius idea to have this premise for the show lol #cz as much as walter is motivated by him feeling like he desperately has to take control of his own life he also is a scientist at heart #who desperately needs to apply his knowledge and skills somewhere where it would feel gratifying #seriously dude you could've tried to get a paper published or two or something. djhdidhd #but the academe has its own Politics and whatnot. so one could only speculate why walt didn't get to pursue that any more #(aside from the whole grey matter industries thing)#anyway uhhh i hope i get the post across lol not to sound cheesy cliche but brba is a corruption slash character deterioration arc #quite literally the whole point is that he Didn't Start Off Like This And He Gets Worse #again. he already had some of his bad tendencies and traits but it's like. we all do that's not necessarily inherently make or break #it's what he DOES and KEEPS DOING. CONSCIOUSLY that turns him into the horrifying man he is by the end of it all #so i just think if your biggest takeaway is Walter Was Always A Monster then you're just missing the whole damn point #op #brbaposting

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roboraindrop · 6 months

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I read this stupid sappy poem and it reminded me of Fenn so fuckin much that I started crying what the fuck--

He really did this for me... Like.... I leaned so hardcore on this man to get me through my latest depressive episode and he was THERE..... I'm so emotional over him..... I Love him......

#rain rambles #Fenn #gushing #this is so ridiculously sappy. this is cheesy and the kind of thing that he wouldn't know what to say to #i say this to him and the man freezes with a dialup noise

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padfootastic · 1 year

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Sunday Snippet

tagged by by @narcissa-black-supermacy and since i’m incapable of anything except our first cousins au rn, here’s a lil sneak peak.

“Now, I realise Walburga has a—different style but—“

“You can say gaudy, Atta, it’s okay,” Sirius adds cheekily.

“—but it isn’t right that you’ve not been taught how to take care of all this,” she runs a gentle hand down Sirius’ tightly braided hair. “A girl’s hair is, after all, one of her most precious possessions.”

“Take care of all this?” Sirius echoes, wondering what she meant by that. Of course, she knows that most of the reason her hair is the way it is for convenience’s sake. Tying your hair in a loose ponytail or a messy bun only works if you’re a white girl with silky straight hair. Less than ten minutes of keeping her hair unbound and it became pricklier than a thorn bush. She also knows that there’s ways, if she so chooses, that she can look different. She’s seen the other brown girls in her schools noticed their intricate styles that looked nothing like her own strictly ordered, slicked back hair.

Euphemia cups Sirius’ chin with her thumb and forefinger, guiding grey eyes to brown. “You’re beautiful as you are, Sirius, but you shouldn’t have to fight your body, not now nor ever. It’s an extension of yourself, don’t forget treat it as such.”

And as Sirius sits there, still horribly confused, over the course of the next hour, she gets a crash course in the art of taking care of curly hair. Not waves, like she’d always thought, but curls. She’d never realised how similar their hair types were—Effie atta preferred clipping it in the back, daringly open—but after the time they spent together, Sirius was amazed.

Because her aunt was right—she had been fighting parts of her body for her entire life. Hair too unruly? Shove it into a brain or bun tight enough to cut off circulation. Breasts not cooperating? Squeeze into an extra sports bra on top, no matter the strain on her shoulders. Pimples? Popped on sight, no mercy. Not one thing was easy, or gentle.

She never realised her body could be made for gentleness, that she could learn to be so. Sirius had to grow up strong—kids were both cruel and thoughtless, a terrible combination for anyone who looked the way she did and spoke in the accent she had. Mama tried, but she had to spend so much time on her own self that it left little for her. Besides, she’s glad she didn’t learn from her mama; no one wants to be like Walburga, not if they didn’t severely hate themselves. What Sirius knows, she scraped together herself.

open tag for anyone who wants to show off a lil ;) go for it!

#euphemia potter #desi potters #(yes i realise i am stretching the meaning of sunday here but. well. gotta do what ya gotta do)#so it’s cheesy bc i was so high when i wrote this #i wrote like 1k yesterday #most of it for FoD and i’m scared to even touch that one #bc i just know. it’s so ridiculously flowery and emotion-y #ngl tho i do write better when i’m smoked up 💀 things flow much smoother #but yes #this might be my first snippet of this here?#so far i’ve only written potter family moments bc it’s somehow so easy?#(don’t look at me don’t perceive me)#but i really wanna write the bollywood style j/s moments too #anyway enjoyyyy this unedited mess #pen’s writing #first cousin sirius and james au when

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galaxythedragonshifter · 3 months

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Trying to figure out Yn's father's character without making him sound cheesy

But tbf the guy I'm basing him off of can't say anything but cheesy ahh lines

#galaxy rambles #broken bonds #maybe it just sounds cheesy cause I know the truth and can't be manipulated #so everything he says sounds so ridiculous and stupid #it's my father btw hes the doofus liar man

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queerlyquillish · 5 months

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ok but the thing is that "hurt" is an adjective, verb, and noun. so the linguistic poeticism is still there, albeit in a slightly different way. yes, "hurt" as a description of a person's state holds true across tenses because it is indeed an adjective, but the fact remains that it's a lexicologically interesting word! personally, what i find really neat is that "hurt" is both an intransitive verb used for the person being wounded and a transitive verb for the act of wounding someone. it's an intriguing concept to think of pain as something that draws connections between people. something that weaves together victim and perpetrator in some inseparable way. that you can't hurt someone without it changing you as well. idk what exactly that says about pain as a human experience, and it's a lot of using imagination and metaphor to extract and extend meaning from language, but it's still fascinating!

#also hot take the culture of dunking on people for mistakes for the sake of likes or reblogs is a toxic part of this website #and the whole internet in general tbh #like #of course people make mistakes. not everyone has spent hours researching linguistics.#that doesn't make them stupid #your knowledgeability of grammar doesn't make you intellectually superior #maybe your pretentiousness about it actually just makes you unkind #just a thought #op was just excited about the idea that even words capture the lasting nature of pain #you don't need to belittle them and stomp on their joy just because they made a syntactical error #you can tell people they're mistaken without being a dick about it #and i LOVE linguistics and connecting with other language nerds getting overly excited about the magic of words #but having that as an interest doesn't make me inherently better than other people?#i'm not god's prettiest little princess just because i get excited about lexicology more than the average person #and all of this would still be true even if “hurt” wasn't a cool multipurpose word!!#just. people should be able to not know everything about a topic and not be ridiculed for it #horribly cheesy middle school posters were RIGHT bullying isn't as cool as you think it is #ok this post about yay words has turned into an overarching critique of the lack of human empathy and grace #time for me to shut up #linguistics #languages #language stuff #lingblr

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sharlmbracta · 1 year

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hey just checking in I hope you're doing okay

I know how brains can be so I would just like to offer my support

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thanks i'm fine i appreciate it sometimes random things will trigger something into ranting and my brain is currently weirded out by itself from discovering the darkest most sinister evil AND senior brain munkey that has been deep in slumber for a looooong time and i forgot all about it i didn't even know what it was at the time but now i know what it was and why i was there what made me actually start making art and blendering stuff and i need holy water but i know it can't fix it and it's

mario getting pegged.

mario.

getting.

fucking.

pegged.

#FUCK #unholy fuck #i've always known i've had a weird brain #how did it come to this #i don't know???#why is it the one child friendly yahoo man who is probably fucking 30 years old who is fucking babyfied by nintendo #TURNS OUT to be the one i was attatched to for all this time?? and i never fucking knew for so long?? and this is so fucking weird #am i chastising myself no i am not i would've if it had worked 6 years ago #and i HATE babyfied characters i hate the baby eyes of female characters in mario games i hate the googly eyes in puss in boots #is it because of the eyes?? because his eyes are different?? probably not?? is it because of the ridiculous outfit?? i don't think so #because if i did i wouldn't have apathy for luigi??#and no. no cheese allowed in that brain munkey. i've tested myself with cheesy M and it had only made me gag. no thanks.#so the only conclusion is #i want to see him fucking break #maybe a bit vague there and also probably not the only conclusion #but they are close areas #including him being kinky as a ferocious bottom being p e g g e d #being extremely precise at knowing what and how to make himself t i c k #and being able to act s l y as a corporate face even in the middle of humiliation duration #okay maybe the last part isn't very necessary but still #and the idea of him just being honest with himself with the kinks just like he does it to all the other things is just #blowing my head up like a comical mushroom explosion head #him being shy as in a 'i like you' is just cheesy. him being shy as in 'when certain situations are unintentionally involved in his kink'#is just 💥💥💥#i am chewing out my physical heart #i want to tear him apart with his consent #this is my head #ᯅ̈#oh yeah i think i need a side note - i am NOT derogating OTHER people who have a THING about him in this post #i have NO problem with them this ISN'T about them. this is about me. judging me. from how i have been. from how i have judged myself.

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ashtraysystem · 1 year

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moss under my feet

tiny dogs on the street

my fingers through your hair

soup and sandwiches

the catnip flourishing

my snail crawling around and splaying himself out in the moisture

the smile on your face when you talk about going back

the hug that I never wanted to let go, even though I know you won't be gone long.

I'll see you again soon, Starshine. Have a safe flight. 💙💚🧡

#xavier🖋#I'm so glad I skipped classes on Wednesday #Because I got to experience life with you #and some of the good things that are difficult to find sometimes #you shine so bright that it lights my way even when I feel I am cornered by shadows #like a beacon in the fog #I know that's cheesy and frankly ridiculously romantic #but it's true for me #you keep me focused #you keep me going #you are my north star when the waves of the world threaten to sink my vessel #this was scheduled btw so when you see this i much later than i wrote it

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spainkitty · 1 year

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Halamshiral Fiasco Aftermath

Results: doesn't find the locket; wants to blackmail briala and Gaspard so Briala could control the throne, but she said "detain the duchess" in the end; saves Celene, but Briala is exiled and Lanil tries to protest, but: "That's how the Game is played, Inquisitor." -Briala

Lanil's Pieces Masterlist

"She looked very satisfied with herself..." Cullen said rather warily, looking over his shoulder as Morrigan disappeared into the crowded ballroom.

"Hopefully you can get used to that, since she'll be at Skyhold looking that way for a while." Cullen leaned on the railing next to her and gave her a bemused glance. "She's the royal liaison to the Inquisition now."

"Andraste wept." Cullen scrubbed a hand over his face and Lavellan smirked.

It fell from her lips too quickly, and she returned to the dark horizon. Beautiful as it was, she couldn't appreciate a single line of its rolling hills or the distant glitter of the Waking Sea.

"Today was a victory, Inquisitor. So why do you look so... disappointed?" Cullen asked. His hand touched her arm, so lightly she barely felt it, but every bit of built up tension released on a breath at the gentle pressure.

"I am disappointed. In myself. I was so... so furious that she tricked me, that Corypheus was so close to winning because I'm a moron, that I didn't follow through. I could've done something unprecedented here. I could have caused a fundamental shift in power, a real change for the People, my People, and it could've changed everything. But my pride was wounded, and I was angry, and I wanted Corypheus to fail in every possible way. I..." She pressed her face into her scarred hand, not noticing that her other arm stayed under Cullen's hand that rested heavier, steadier, on her. "I should've... I hate myself for this, but all I can think is, I should've let her die. Mythal help me, I'm a mons--"

"You're not. Don't say that, you're not." Her hand dropped and she turned to him. He was so close to her now, she smelled his soap, could see the shadow of his facial hair already growing back along his jaw, felt how much warmer his hand was than hers where it now rested, holding on tightly. She leaned in closer, bending like a flower towards the sun as his eyes blazed as brightly. "Whatever your reasons, in the end you did save a woman's life. In fact, saving her saved hundreds down the line. There was no guarantee Leliana's blackmail plan would work forever--"

"This is Leliana we're talking about, right?"

"I mean it. I did think Gaspard would be an easier ruler. Of anyone here, he's the only one I understand." Lavellan huffed in amusement. "But in the end, he would've driven Orlais into war. He believed in expansionism and he would've kept pushing for it until someone else took his throne, by force or not."

"But... Cullen, you..." She stopped, huffed again, and grabbed his hand. He stiffened, but she already jerked him around to face her completely. "The Emerald Graves, the Plains, Emprise du Lion, the Dales, whatever name they give its chunks and pieces, it's all graves. Graves of my People, my history, my culture. This place where we're standing, they clutter it with their bastardized halla statues and call it Halamshiral, and they see only their victory. Their righteous claim to what isn’t theirs. And I could've won some of it, just a little of it, back, and I didn't. I failed thousands of the People tonight. I can't take it back. I can't pull out an amulet and time travel back a few hours to fix it. It's done. It's over. My People lost because of me."

"Lavellan... Lane." He said it softly, as if he didn’t have a right to it. She startled. She hadn't known he'd heard her friends use that. He took both her hands in his, his thumbs tracing soothingly over her palms, and she shook like a spooked horse even as she leaned closer.

"You didn't see yourself, but I did. I saw you, a Dalish elf and apostate mage, stand beside an Empress. I saw you woo a castle full of nobles with charm and guile I didn't even know you were capable of."

"Neither did I," she whispered hoarsely.

He chuckled, squeezed her hands reassuringly.

"They heard you, we all did. You stood equal with an empress, above everyone else in that stupidly golden room," she smirked, "and you won them all to your side. Or almost everyone. And if they didn't want to be on your side politically, they still fell in love despite themselves."

She glanced up, shocked. But he was smiling, that shy smile that reminded her of their chess games. The genuine one she liked to remember when she sat in her empty room in Skyhold and the silence got too loud.

"Briala didn't get her power, and you lost some of it with her, but you have power all your own and you used it tonight. Everyone in there will remember that moment, remember how you spoke, and they'll see all elves differently. Because of you."

"But I... I could've done it better. If I tried a little harder--"

"We all think that. But you'll shatter if you keep throwing yourself at that mountain. You just have to try and do better on the next one."

Cullen's gaze didn't waver, nor did his smile. Lavellan's eyes darted over his face, taking in every honest and earnest inch of it, and, after a pause, nodded. She closed her eyes, inhaled and exhaled. Then, she tightened her hands around Cullen's.

"You can call me Lane, if you want. I like it. Sera was really proud of herself, too."

"It's cute."

Lavellan opened her eyes to stare at him. He cleared his throat and looked away, his hands pulling out of her grip so fast she almost got yanked forward.

"I apologize that was inappropriate--"

"Why?" Lavellan smiled crookedly. "It is cute."

Cullen was smiling at her again, his face a little pink. He ducked his head and rubbed at the back of his neck. He glanced once towards the ballroom, grimacing, then around the balcony where they stood. Lavellan tilted her head, baffled and amused.

"Cullen?"

"I probably shouldn't, but I'd be a fool not to while I have the chance. I probably won't get another," he muttered, squaring his shoulders.

"Wha--" She broke off as he held out his hand.

"Would you care to dance, Lady Lavellan?"

"I thought you didn't dance?" Lavellan blurted as she reached her own hand out.

"I don't. I'm terrible honestly," Cullen admitted.

But their hands clasped and he pulled her closer, picture perfect posture. His hand shook in hers as his other arm set carefully at her waist. She set her hand on his chest, and realized how short she was, how much smaller, even with all his armor and fur ruff gone.

She would've glowered at the thought, but she was too busy grinning. He was just so nervous.

"It's all right, I've had plenty of practice."

"You were beautiful--dancing. I mean your dancing was... Maker's breath."

She laughed.

"Okay, here we go," he muttered. He actually counted under his breath, and Lavellan couldn't stop gazing at him, smiling so wide her cheeks hurt. Luckily, his focus was on his big clumsy feet. Although that didn't stop him from tripping and stepping on her foot once. "See, this why--I'm sorry--"

"No, it's okay, here." She stepped so close their chests pressed together, and she put each foot right up against the inside of his boots. She heard him swallow, and she wondered if he'd hurt himself doing that. And also why? Was he thirsty? She tucked his arm tighter around her and then nodded, satisfied. "There, I'll move with you. You can't step on me if we move together."

"R-right."

She glanced up, and blinked. They were so close her nose brushed his jaw.

"Oh, is this uncomfortable for you?"

"No. No, this is fine," he said, his voice a little rough and low.

Something sparked hot in her belly and she frowned. That was... strange. Also strange was how nice this was. Being so close, his arms and hands so warm, his voice almost tangible against the point of her ear as he whispered the count. She smiled, ignoring the odd shivers and low burn, and counted with him.

"One two three, one two three, one two three FOUR." She laughed the last word as he stumbled and involuntarily tugged her against him hard enough for them both to grunt.

"Four? Why is it four?"

"This is Orlais, my dear, of course nothing makes sense," she replied in her snootiest Vivienne impression.

He laughed, and his breath against her neck had goosebumps running down her spine.

"That's it. No more Orlesian nonsense. We'll dance like normal people."

"Normal?" She repeated, then oofed in surprise when he all but swept her off her feet, spinning her around before moving into easy, flowing steps. "What dance is this?"

"Ferelden. So the better kind of dance," he told, grinning like the boy of Honnleath he once had been. She smirked, stepping back when he did, only connected by their hands. They turned in a circle, spun on a foot, and turned the other way, their other hands now held between them at face level.

"It really is simple. It's as if I already know it," Lavellan said, smiling as they dipped and weaved in a small circle.

They turned and came together again. They weren't even listening to the music. They just danced, eyes never leaving the other, movements sure and free, smiling in actual fun. Then, came a moment.

Or maybe A Moment.

They had been smiling, easy and simple, hands clasped. And then they raised their arms, held them across their torsos, shoulder to shoulder, bodies facing opposite directions but faces towards each other. And they turned in a circle. They weren't ignoring the music anymore. There was no music at all. No night breeze. No distant titters and gossips or fake laughters. There wasn't a palace or a balcony beneath their feet.

Lavellan saw and heard only him. Felt only his hands in hers, his arm around her and her arm around him, and the beat of her heart was like thunder. She couldn't take in a breath, couldn't turn her face or blink. Because he was gazing at her just as intent, just as silent, and she wondered if her heart was really that loud, or was she hearing both of theirs at the same time.

She was warm from her head to her toes, even her ears tingled as the blush crept over her.

An unsteady breath through her parted lips broke the silence an eternity later. His eyes dropped to her mouth, and the warmth was a fire, an inferno, greedily burning her whole body through.

They moved out of the position, hands slipping, bodies parting. Lavellan shivered as if suddenly cold, but she was still burning. Both his hands gripped her hips and, before she could blink, lifted her up and spun her around.

"What!" She burst into a squawk of laughter, completely undignified, and clutched at his shoulders. "We're supposed to bow!"

"My sister says it's not a real dance if it doesn't end with a spin," Cullen explained with that special shy smile.

"I think I'd like her," Lavellan said. She didn't protest him slowly letting her back down on her own feet, but she kept her hands on his shoulders, not ready yet to let go of this strange new excitement inside her.

"She'd like you. She does actually. I write about you," he admitted, glancing away and then back. Fighting his own shyness to keep looking at her.

"You write to your sister about me?" she asked, too softly.

"So she doesn't believe all the nonsense or only see the Herald of Andraste. You're... you. I want her to know you."

The world under Lavellan's feet shifted. Turned. Pitched her headfirst. But she didn't know where she was landing. Not yet.

"I like you, too," Lavellan murmured. The words didn't sound right, they weren't the ones she meant, but she did mean them. And the look of pleased shock on Cullen's face made her want to say it again. So she did. "I like you a lot. You're a good man, Cullen. Thank you for... being you. I think?"

"I. Um. Thank you. I agree. I mean, thank you, I like you. Too. Maker's breath. Why am I such a fool?" He scrubbed a hand over his face and Lavellan laughed.

"You're not a fool. I'm surprised you're so shy about it. I only said I liked you. I didn't even pinch your bottom," Lavellan teased.

"By the Holy Chant, I'd nearly forgotten about that."

"That poor comtesse or duchess or whatever. She'll be heartbroken you forgot her already."

"Please, stop."

Lavellan hooked her arm through his and began marching him towards the ballroom.

"It's time to go back to your adoring public. Or they'll come hunt you down and I'll be blamed for stealing you away. All my hard-won approval lost forever."

"You're a sadist aren't you."

Lavellan only grinned and dragged him onward. She didn't notice the fond gaze he leveled on her, heeding no one but her as they made their way back into the perfumed and bejeweled masses.

#dai lavellan #dai cullen rutherford #cullen x lavellan #lets be real sera had it right Inky is on top bc positions #halamshiral dance #Ridiculously cheesy and sweet #you know after the conversation about failure and lost culture #Lanil's Pieces #long post #kitty writes a thing #i told yall i had 60k of this right #it takes until AFTER Before the Dawn before they even kiss #slow buuuuurrrrnnnn

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