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elsewhereuniversity · 5 months
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What does it mean that I get tipsier off moonlight and sugar than I do alcohol? What does it mean that I crave the weight of iron in my hand, the numb of chill in my fingertips, and I find I could almost (not quite, but a near thing) live off meat and sugar alone? The crows refuse to eat my offerings. My friends tell me all my favorite dolls are haunted. What does it mean?
I've checked all the traditonal counter-measures. Iron doesn't burn, salt is a comfort rather than a repulsion, I can't be bothered to count spilled seeds, and running water is a lure, not a boundary. I chipped my tooth on silver once, and the air tasted the same after.
Sometimes I hear calling out the window, and on the street at night, but I've never answered-- I'm not sure what I'd be running to. Archivist, weary wary friend, what do these things mean?
You're no changeling... but there's something up your family tree, more likely than not. Far enough back that you're reacting to iron the way some people think fruit they're allergic to is simply supposed to be spicy. But present nonetheless. Perhaps they're still around in the Else, time here being what it is. Look out the window the next time you hear someone calling to you, and see if their face echoes old family portraits, like a familiar story written in an unfamiliar hand.
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livingadreamylife · 3 months
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(via Traditional Southern Home in Jacksonville Captures Subtle Elegance)
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1lifeinspired · 3 months
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All About Our Hardwood Flooring | Wildflower Home
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tiny miracle: witnessing
the underside of a wing
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dawnrider · 2 months
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OTP Prompt Challenge request:
9. Morning Routine: InuKag
(I’d love to read some fluffy, domestic married Inukag morning routine bliss, but please write if/ as you feel so inspired ❤️)
Hello @xanthippe-writes ! Thanks for the prompt from this list.
This felt like it fit into my Bushel and a Peck universe so have some domestic morning routine. While not blissful, per se, it's fluffy and happy. And hopefully a bit real...
Fancy Cheese and Size Threes
“Don’t forget to grab diapers,” Kagome called from Sara’s room, the sounds of an angry baby not wanting their diaper changed following her words.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes in the mirror as his toothbrush hung out of the side of his mouth. He was trying to simultaneously wrangle curls into pigtails – Izzy’s current style of choice – and brush his own teeth while not dribbling on his shirt. “There,” he declared with a sigh, tugging on each one to pull them tight. “Go get your bag and your sweater.” Grasping the handle of his toothbrush, he got back to brushing.
“But I’m not cooooold,” Izayoi whined. Inuyasha paused in his brushing and gave his daughter a sharp look in the reflection of the mirror. She pouted, then turned on her heel to do as asked. He heard his wife cooing to Sara in order to distract her while trying to dress her. She’d hit the stage where she hated being changed in any capacity and tried to escape the changing table while you fought leggings onto her chunky little legs. “Daddy! I can’t find my sweater!”
“Nice try, pup. It’s on the chair,” he called back, spitting out the last of his toothpaste.
“Oh.”
“Uh huh.” He stepped out of the bathroom just in time to be handed an armful of squirming baby. “Well good morning to you too,” he muttered, dropping a kiss on top of her head. She squealed angrily at being restrained, little arms flailing.
“Here,” Kagome murmured. Her fingers swiped something from his face, then grabbed a towel just inside the door. “Toothpaste,” she clarified with a grin when he gave her a confused look. He sighed dramatically, then chuckled when she went up on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek. “Diapers.”
“I heard you the first time.” Inuyasha adjusted Sara in his hold to keep her from climbing over his shoulder. “She still in a size three?” Kagome nodded as she pulled socks from the top drawer and tried to balance on one foot to put each of them on before giving up and plopping onto the floor. “Anything else we need? The C word?” he whispered the last, glancing toward the doorway. Izayoi was in her room, presumably struggling her way into her sweater based on the sounds she was making.
Kagome grinned wryly. “Probably not a bad idea. Just don’t get the soft kind. She doesn’t like those anymore.” He nodded. No string cheese, only the sticks. Got it. “Can you grab a bottle of wine too?” He knew if he asked her what kind she would say anything was fine, but he would end up grabbing two and hope one of them was serviceable.
“I’ll even get us some of the fancy stuff and the you-know-whats you like.”
Kagome’s eyes glowed. “Can we watch that movie I’ve had saved for later?” Inuyasha pretended to hate the idea, but nodded anyway, a sly smile lifting his lips. Fancy cheese and cracker night was a long-standing tradition. Especially now with both girls, they rarely got the chance to get out for an actual date night, so an old romance adventure movie on the couch with “fancy” grocery store cheese and crackers was about as much of a date night as they could reasonably expect.
“Am I gonna be late, Daddy?” Izayoi called from her room. She had only minimal understanding of the clock, but knew that time was a factor in their day. Inuyasha glanced at his watch and swore under his breath. “That’s a bad word!” Izayoi scolded, sounding scandalized.
“Yea, yea. Just don’t repeat it. Bye. I love you,” he murmured, kissing Sara’s squishy cheek and handing her to Kagome. “You too.”
Kagome grinned as he pressed a kiss to her lips, snatching his collar for a moment to keep him there. “Love you. Fancy date night.”
“And diapers. I know.” He grinned, kissing her one last time, then went to scoop up the four year old. Despite her protests, she’d put on her sweater and had her little backpack strapped on her back, the clip done in front. “You’re gonna have to take that off in the car, you know.”
“I know. I don’t wanna lose it!”
“Kid, that would be some kinda skill to lose your bag between here and the car,” he said with a chuckle. Despite his teasing, he wouldn’t put it past her to set it down somewhere and get distracted. He asked her about what she planned to do at preschool today and she told him elaborately the picture she planned to color and the tower she wanted to build in the block corner because Joey – another hanyou child she seemed to have a love-rivalry relationship with – had knocked over her last one before it was finished.
As he was backing down the driveway, he looked up and spotted Kagome holding Sara, chubby baby hands banging on the window glass and a face that told him she was squealing with laughter.
“Wave bye to your sister.”
“Bye Baby! Bye Mama,” Izayoi called as she waved back. Inuyasha grinned and gave a little wave too, making Sara screech and smack the glass again. Kagome was barely holding in laughter and she wiggled her fingers to say goodbye as well. “Daddy?”
“Yea, pup.”
“When I’m bigger, can I eat fancy cheese too?”
Inuyasha nearly choked, then smothered a laugh so he could look at her seriously in the rearview. “Sure, pup. You can eat fancy cheese when you get older.”
“Good. I wanna know what’s so great about it. You and Mama never share.”
“Trust me, Iz. When you get older, you’ll understand.”
“You alllllways say that.”
“Yup. And it’s pretty much always true.” He shook his head and smiled, seeing the slight pout on her face. “Guess what.” Her ears perked up, her pigtails quivering behind them. “We have to stop at the store on the way home from school later. You want to pick out a treat for you and Sara?”
Her eyes got huge and her mouth dropped open. “Really?!” He nodded. She squealed in excitement, then stopped almost immediately as both their ears flattened at the noise. “Sorry, Daddy.” Inuyasha only reached back behind his seat and patted her leg. She still had a lot to learn about being hanyou, but she was learning, and he couldn’t be more proud.
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inky-thoughts · 1 year
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waterlily pond
lineart
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sweetsweetjellybean · 9 months
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Short smutty blubs with dark fairy tale themes 18+ No minors
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Red Ridinghood | Eddie
Grettle & The Witch | Robin
Sleeping Beauty | Steve
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More to come.
Asks are open for requests using this theme.
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seasonalwonderment · 5 months
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~ A Glittery Christmas Vignette in a Cloche ~
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nothingexistsnever · 1 month
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elsewhereuniversity · 4 months
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There is a new teacher on campus, though I've yet to find her class on any roster or class sign up. A pale woman with silver-white hair and eyes like silver coins, wearing a dress of cloth-of-silver silk that gleams like moonlight, teaches strange history, obscure languages I've never heard of, and marine biology in the East garden, the one with the moon-shaped pond that changes shape with the phases of the moon. She's only there when the moon is out in the sky, never there during the new moon, and always sits with her feet in the water during lessons.
I've been attending her lessons when I can, and I've never heard her repeat a story, nor forget a face. I brought her a plate of seashell cookies one time, and the next time I was there, she gave me an ink bottle of what looks to me liquefied moonlight, and a pair of beautiful teardrop shaped silver pearl earrings. There's just something about her that keeps me coming back, even though I know I shouldn't be out after dark. Hearing her lovely voice and seeing her lovely smile again is worth the risk and lost sleep, though, and nothing seems to be able to follow me once I enter there.
Anyway, if anybody is interested in some free credits, come by Miss Moonshine Silvertail's night class, come by the East garden after nightfall.
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prophetic-hijinks · 11 months
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Prophetic Vignettes aka One Shot Comics
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Sisterly Bonding
A city outing
First kiss a go!
Birds of a feather
Weaponized cuteness
Kiss and Tell (mildly PG-13)
Bonding with Camilo
Drafty Ruana (NSFW minors DNI)
Hickies (nsfw minors DNI)
Dirty puns are her love language. NSFW a little
Haircuts
Three heartbeats
Omg Triplets?!?
Beach (ball) body
Cravings
Lost in translation
Colorful contractions
Mooooo
Casita is the best babysitter
Angry Kiss
Kiss on the Nose
Kiss on the forehead
Sassy Casita
Love Lost (CW: Infertility, emotional abuse)
F#@$&? Carlos
Ramiro comes home
Bonding with Ramiro
Becoming Madrigal
Feliz cumpleanos
Mis Alguinados
Fanart from Picos Delivery Service
Phones are hard
Perky
She’s got jokes
Constructive criticism
Family counseling
Linear Master Comic List
Silly Comics and Asks
Lucky Cat
Doors
Naps and kisses
Memes
AU Comics
Well this is Awkward
Wet Hot American Summer
Modern Academia Sass
Incorrect Quotes
Confession
That's Embarrassing
Therapy
💚 FANWORKS 💚
Au and OC art
🌶️ Hijinks after Dark minors dni
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1lifeinspired · 8 months
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Rustic Historic Boston Home in Modern Country Style
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nathanielmatychuk · 2 months
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Doodle I made during a youtube live stream
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pearl-d1ver · 11 months
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writing prompts <3
write a story with a set of 3 elements! I know this trend went around a while ago, but I love these prompts so I thought I’d make one! (feel free to mix and match!)
1. a secret passage, old text, a forced choice
2. a lie, fresh flowers, the breeze
3. neon lights, a quiet car, a tube of bright lipstick
4. a dated photo, high heels, noisy upstairs neighbors
5. a locked door, smoke, a full moon
6. identical twins, snow, white and red
7. a crackling fire, herbal tea, a secret
8. waist deep water, the end of summer, something lost
9. a drive in movie, blood, a discarded pair of shoes
10. an unconventional plan, waking up before dawn, a barking dog
hope these inspire someone, happy writing <3
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dawnrider · 5 months
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Inukag 40 ☺️
Coming in at 40 is Blinding Lights by The Weeknd. I'm honestly surprised it's not a little higher on the list, though I've been listening to a bunch of his other songs, so that might be why.
This one ended up being another peek into that Modern AU I keep dabbling in inspired by @heavenin--hell's Inu in a ballcap and a slouchy jacket.
There was so much more to try to shut out in the city. The noise, the smells, the lights… Inuyasha struggled to keep to the building side of the sidewalk in the throngs of people. The performance hall up the road must have just let out and the crowds were pouring out to cover the sidewalks as people went to their cars, the metro… Inuyasha tucked himself into his oversized jacket just a bit more, pulling his hat down over his eyes. He kicked himself for popping out at this time of night when he should have waited for Kagome to get home from her study group. He just wanted to make sure she had something nice to eat when she got back. There hadn’t been much in the apartment, so he’d decided that a trip to the ramen shop down and around the corner was worth it. Mistakes were made. The food in the takeout bag was piping hot against his leg, the scent nearly making his mouth water. But he had to focus hard on it to block out all the smells from the crowd, the street itself, the dumpster in the alley he just passed… Then there were the lights from the bus, the streetlight, and the cars going by. Even with his hat pulled down, the flashing caught his peripheral vision, making him grunt and flinch. He missed the country in moments like this. The stoop to the apartment came into view and the more familiar scents he associated with their building caught his nose. The family on the third floor was making tortillas with the window open. The guy living on the ground floor apartment in the back was frying fish and desperately trying not to set off the smoke alarm. Inuyasha could hear him swearing from his spot on the sidewalk. Most importantly, he could smell Kagome. Looking up, he was a little stunned to find her on the step, waiting for him. Her eyes were worried, but widened then relaxed with relief when she spotted him. He lengthened his stride a little, jostling a few people to get through to the steps and to her. The simple impact of her touch on his arm as she silently greeted him was enough to wash away all the tension in his frame, to calm the agitation and anxiety caused by being out in a crowd of humans from whom he had to hide his presence. She leaned into him as he took her hand, opening the door for them so they could return to their cocoon of safety. As they sat in their tiny kitchen in their tiny one-bedroom apartment, eating their ramen directly out the to-go containers, laughing… Inuyasha was blinded by the glow of Kagome’s smile. The light of the love in her eyes. Maybe the city and its stressors were worth it. For her.
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heymacy · 1 year
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to be gentle, to be soft by macymacymacy for @depressedstressedlemonzest
summary: a series of four vignettes from their third year of marriage as part of the @gallavichthings Gallavich Gift Exchange 2022
additional tags: fluff, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, domesticity, intimacy, soft!mickey, just a lot of mickey being soft for his husband, bipolar disorder, post-canon, no beta we die like men
click HERE to read
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