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weirdo-and-proud · 2 years
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"How do I bring her back?
Tell me what to do.
... I'll do anything"
HOW DOES LAURA KEEP KILLING ME WITH THESE LINES?! IT HURTS!
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pianokantzart · 1 year
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sunsafewriting · 1 year
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Tuck Your Head to Your Chest - Chapter 2 (7k) - Do a Flip extended cinematic universe
Despite how much she moves around during the day, Ava is actually a pretty stable sleeper. She doesn’t kick or punch or steal covers, which makes her basically the ideal person to share a bed with — qualities she gets to flex every Friday, just in case Beatrice is paying attention, taking note. 
Most of her squirming around takes place before she falls asleep, in the window between lying down and passing out, and tonight has been extra squirmy. 
She’s already rolled over about five different times, flipped her pillow, drawn her knees up to her chest and stretched out again.
"Are you alright?" Beatrice asks. "You’re much wrigglier than normal." 
Ava’s totally not arrhythmic over the fact that Beatrice is aware of how much she usually shifts around when getting comfortable. "My sweater is itchy." 
"Ah."
Ava gives up on it altogether, sitting up and yanking the sweater over her head. 
Her first instinct is to just lob it onto the floor and deal with it in the morning, because that's what she'd do if she were in her own room. But Beatrice won't be able to sleep if there are clothes on the floor, and so Ava just ends up stalling out with no clear direction. 
"Here." Beatrice holds out a hand and Ava complies, passing her the sweater. Beatrice heads over to her closet, and switches it out with one of her own hoodies. Ava is completely charmed by the fact that she keeps them on hangers, even though the collective noun of hoodies is obviously pile . "See if this is better."
Ava already knows it’s going to be a million times better. Beatrice is very particular about the kinds of fabrics she likes, and so consistent that Ava can tell as soon as she touches a piece of clothing now whether it’s the kind of thing Beatrice would wear. 
She tugs the hoodie on. It smells like Beatrice’s laundry detergent, and feels entirely familiar. Ava’s pretty sure that she’s snuck her hands into the pocket of this one before, claiming her fingers were cold. They were, but Ava’s jacket also had pockets, and so did her jeans, but Beatrice hadn’t called her on it. 
"It’s perfect," Ava says. "Thank you." 
Beatrice nods, climbing back into bed with her. Well, not with her . There’s still a respectable foot and a half of mattress between them. But it’s with her in almost all the ways that count. 
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toburnup · 1 year
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He sees the moment that Steve's eyes slide over to his. He forgot what Steve's curiosity feels like on his skin.
"What?" Steve says, smiling. Unsure. Looks like himself, like it doesn't matter where he is — he'll be Steve, and Eddie will want to look at him.
"Just looking."
It's the kind of shit Eddie wouldn't have been able to say before, maybe even the kind of thing Steve wouldn't have been able to hear. But now, Steve blushes and Eddie can hear his own heartbeat, the rapid beating spelling out I'm fucked, I'm fucked, I'm fucked.
[is your light on? chapter 12 - read on ao3]
by adure | rated e | steddie | read tags
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turtleinsoup · 9 months
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I got the big sad :(
Send cat pics pls
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immobiliter · 3 months
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       “ Your invitation was most unexpected, Monsieur Neuvillette. ” Lifting her teacup from its saucer, Navia flashed Neuvillette a warm smile. Unexpected, perhaps, but not unwelcome: it really spoke volumes about Fontaine's cold, unfeeling Chief Justice that he had invited her personally to tea at the Palais Mermonia, something she had never heard of him doing prior to Lady Furina's departure from public life. No doubt he wanted to ask after Poisson, which was proof if she'd still needed it that the days of his perceived apathy towards Fontaine, its laws and its people were long behind him. Cold on the outside, but thoughtful on the inside. It was as if, over recent weeks, Navia had finally been afforded a glance behind the curtain that had always separated him from the ordinary citizen, elevated him from the defendant and prosecutor in every case he presided over. It had never been apathy that had guided his hand. He cared more than most, but perhaps had never known what to do with it, nor how to express it. In a way, it was an endearing quality.
       The thought was enough to light up her blue gaze, teasing. “ Before you know it, you'll be entertaining guests as well as our former Archon — though I personally never had the pleasure. ” In all seriousness, she could not imagine how challenging the past weeks must have been. A nation without an Archon, a country that had survived its fated Great Flood, but still needed repairs and rebuilding. She did not envy his position and, in spite of Lady Furina's many faults, without her it must have been a daunting prospect to face all alone. “ It can't have been easy to take over so unexpectedly, particularly under the circumstances. ”
time for neuvillette & navia sit down for tea ! / @apocryphis
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dual-desires · 1 year
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In That Sharp Place
🌙 vegaspete incubus AU, 14k
❗️ graphic violence, dubious consent
🔮 incubus!Vegas, human!Pete, captivity, smut, size difference
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Link here 👇
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vimbry · 6 months
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me and the work girlies having socialist convos at the end of the day
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#funny as hell like. we finished our workload about half an hour early#because they've hired so many of us temps. who are improving at the job each day#that there's just been less to spread around#yet bc work culture is dumb our manager suddenly told everyone to push the carts we'd already sorted#into a square in the middle of the floor? which we've never done before#and the permanent staff had no idea why either. they were also confused but resigned#I passed one and said ''hey so is this just because we have 20 minutes of the shift left''#and she just laughed and shrugged and was like idk ask him lmaooo#definition of busywork#so we're all just standing around for 10 minutes until the manager starts calling people over to move... other stuff idk.#and I'm walking to join them when this small group of coworkers behind me goes HEY#you don't need to go. look he's got enough people and he's not looking stay heeere#so we just end up swapping stories about the managers giving us tips to process the conveyer faster#even tho we uhhh work SO hard already. :)#and one woman went ''I was thinking. ummm. I could go faster. but you gonna pay me more??? so I worked slower ❤️''#nothing but respect for us grunts here tho vs the management. I've never known a single person in the 3 weeks I've been here#to not come and help someone who looks busy on the opposite conveyer when theirs is slow#turns out people are naturally nice and helpful when you don't take advantage and try and make them work harder#bosses will never learn this <3
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elsa-fogen · 2 years
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the wHAT?
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hunter is kinda higher being (???)
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Inktobere 2022- Day 1: Gargoyle
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blackstarising · 1 year
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me, a kendallgirl, knowing what's what when my husband starts out with rap music
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jellazticious · 2 years
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Meowdy, tis I, the Jelliest Pie
Meet the Jellaza Tisicous
(jellazticious.tumblr.com/intro)
Jellaverse
(jellazticious.tumblr.com/jellaverse)
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sffroncloaked · 1 year
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@gildedwar : Theseus- 57: sender winks at receiver
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Elysium : the mortals oft spoke of the plane with reverence upon their lips and longing gleaming in their eyes, dedicating lifetimes to the sheer chance of stepping foot amongst the splendorous fields. Perhaps she ought to have appreciated it more as a child as something beyond a pretty playground to run around, paling in comparison to the enrapturing, ever-changing surface ; a trove of growth and decay in tender embrace.
Though, she had always enjoyed the few times she was permitted to enter the stadium, wide-eyed and fidgety as the electric excitement of the crowd seeped into her very bones, raising the hairs on her neck to attention. It was magick in of itself, the resounding clash of steel, how the mighty heroes swung and dodged without the cumbersome limitations of their mortal bodies, how the crowd roared with each blow ! Perhaps she was biased, but there was a certain pride that glowed in her chest whenever her brother was the one to claim a victory here, cheering with all her might from the royal stands.
But there was another that she had cheered for on other occasions, regardless of who his opponent was : and here he entered, the crowd sent into frenzy once more at the sight of the golden haired warrior who donned the blessed weapons of Aphrodite herself. She could not quite help the smile that quirked at the familiar sight of the king and his noble companion. Could not help either, the huff of a laugh when blue hues met hers, cheekily sending a wink her way.
For old time's sake : Twas the simple reasoning she had given for taking her seat high above the crowds once more. But as she raised a ghostly hand to wave back towards the champion did another quiet truth make itself known.
She had always found him rather charming.
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fighterbound · 1 month
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♥ / for .. naruto ?? 🥺🥺🥺
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After a long day on the farm and checking off all the chores and duties, Aoife and him agreed to spend some time outside. The weather been pleasant the last few days as it straddles the line of departing spring and incoming summer. A few times already Naruto's heard the comforting buzzing of cicadas.
She brought food from the local saloon and he set up outside. A plush blanket over the grass, drinks, and some light. Dinner was nice, enjoying the comforting food from the Stardrop Saloon. Naruto kept easy conversation, asking questions and telling his own stories.
Once dinner was done they moved to lounging, holding low murmured conversations about the day, the people, and their interests. Naruto is retelling a funny encounter with one of the townspeople when he feels a familiar weight on his thighs. Looking down, his eyes light up in warm regard. Without missing a beat he brings his hand to run his fingers through the ends of Aoife's soft hair. He plays with her hair as he continues talking, twirling the ends around his fingers. Of course he's careful to not tug or pull.
The moon is slowly taking her place for the night when Naruto figures it's time to disturb her. His hand moves from her hair to squeezing her shoulder.
"Am I gunna have to carry ya inside again," he teases once the sun has settled for bed. A task he doesn't mind whatsoever. He likes being trusted by her to do so.
"Unless you're up for sleeping under the stars." The night shouldn't get too cold he figures.
Send my muse a ♥ for their reaction to yours laying their head down in mine’s lap. Send + reverse for my muse to lay down their head in your’s lap. / @sunsweets
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dunerover · 8 months
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AS WILD AND RECKLESS AS THUNDER OVER THE LAND—
Selective, independent RP blog for Zandi, tiefling fighter/rogue and thrill-seeking drifter. An original character based in Dungeons and Dragons. Written by Spottie. 21+. Carrd | Banner art by me!
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thirt13n · 9 months
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we're finally getting to our 🌶️ memes because share's feeling ~spicy so uuuh if you were looking for an excuse to send something hint hint hint
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