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btyfeels · 11 months
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Could it be?! More art from the wonderful and talented @latelierderiot?!? (Thank you thank you again, it’s absolutely gorgeous! If commissions are still open you should definitely consider one of your own!)
Indeed it is! From part three of Bound To You, The Touch of You.
Consider it something of a thank you to our lovely and patient readers, the next part is still in the works we swear! Real life is just a sunnuvabitch lol
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riotwritesthings · 6 months
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Treat!
And a little Bound to You snippet for you! 💕 starring, more loopy!Bucky
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therollingstonys · 2 years
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Oh
Oh
Oh, I know!
Let's go with Heart
There is so many possibilities. I can't imagine you not using it.
Okay! This one is from the next chapter of Bound to You!!
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tothespaceport · 1 year
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It’s kissing oc time 😌 this is Liam and Marce. Liam is a Space Pirate Captain and Marce is an Intergalaic Military Captain. And they are ✨🌈 in love ✨🌈
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crystal-verse · 6 months
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god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?
he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.
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msommers · 1 year
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FROM APHRODITE AND THE LOVERS, TO OUR LITTLE DOVES 🕊️💌 to celebrate the release of the ethereal lovers club, we're offering a limited-edition cassette of the album exclusively for our top fans on spotify. a limited quality is available for this offer - until april 30th or while supplies last - so act quickly!
mc & band for @infamous-if [templates]  [psd]
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bloodstainedstar · 11 days
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Closed starter for @theprice-cffreedcm
✮ – For a moment, Bucky truly thought he had managed to defeat his nightmares, to fall into deep slumber and only enjoy pleasant dreams while sleeping next to the man he loved. Because he did love Steve, even if he couldn't find the words to say it out loud. Hell, the bed didn't even feel as soft, perhaps it was due to him focusing on how Steve breathed, what he smelled like, how his skin felt against his own.
He dreamt of warm, sunny afternoons, a picnic outside the big city, somewhere quiet with Steve with his own head on the blond's lap, his gentle touch on his forehead, fingertips massaging his scalp, playing with his soft hair as the breeze gently made their way underneath the cotton t-shirt he wore. He loved that weather, reminded him of simpler, calmer times when they were both young, too young and too innocent to know any better.
Bucky's eyes would meet Steve's, Steve would smile back at him and with a long sigh, Bucky would close his eyes, with own hands on his stomach. And then…he would feel the change in the weather. Suddenly it was cold, he snapped his eyes open and Steve wasn't there anymore, everything was dark and when he attempted to stand up he couldn't, there was someone? Something? Around his neck keeping him there into place, and the throw blanket he was laying on no longer existed and had been replaced by a chair.
The chair.
And no matter how many times he called out for Steve's name, voices in Russian kept saying he was unstable, that he needed to be prepped, to be erased. That he had work to do. And then the halo on top of him would spin, covering one of his eyes, half of his face--
Pain.
Even if that was a just a dream, his body remembered. Every fiber of his being, every muscle, every nerve, they all remembered the pain, the torture, the agony. And so, Bucky woke up, sitting up with pupils blown, looking left and right, still lost, still confused, breathing heavily after a loud cry accompanied by a "stop!".
He knew he surely had woken Steve up by how loud his cry was but right then he couldn't think about anything else, his sense of fight or flight was palpable and so he got out of bed rather quickly, padding towards the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Pressing the back against it, he slid down until his body touched the floor, his chest moved up and down while his lips were parted, lungs desperately trying to get oxygen.
Why had he run away if he knew Steve was right there?
Did he feel ashamed? Scared that Steve would see him like that? That he would think he's broken?
Would Steve leave him if he were…?
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tvrningout · 4 months
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we turn the page to a new chapter | mutuals meet chiyoko ♡
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gentle hands cup their face as chiyo frowns at them, thumbs brushing across their cheekbones. “ what’s wrong? ” there’s nowhere to hide from her knowing gaze when she holds them like this; there’s no denying the truth when she speaks so directly ( though, she’s stubborn enough herself to insist till the end that she’s fine ). worry wrinkles her brow, voice soft as she murmurs. “ it’s not easy seein’ you like this. ”
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vullcanica · 6 months
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@vilestblood : A post-it note for main verse Nik!
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Post-it note // accepting
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The hills stretch white as far as the eye can see. Unbroken by shadow, blemishless and smooth like the apple of a cold, pale cheek. He has not come, but winter has. And with it, the ghost of him, unbidden.
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wistrearchived · 7 months
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one of kira's greatest fears? losing her magic. she would genuinely panic, she feels like she can't breathe if she can't feel it coursing through her veins, she feels like she isn't whole. i always said that kira's first and last love will be her magic because it's a manifestation of how hard she's worked to get this strong. but if she lost that? it would genuinely break her.
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btyfeels · 2 years
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parvumchao · 21 hours
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"I intend to spoil the birthday girl today and I'm not taking no for an answer." (@Lou)
LOU'S BIRTHDAY 2K24 (from the 22nd oops) | @benreillyscarletspider
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"Would you accept a MAYBE then?"
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therollingstonys · 1 year
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For the ask game, maybe 4 and 5 for the bound to you series? I love that one :)
Thank you so much anon!!!
4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?
Oh man, so many things 😂😂
First thing is the take @riotwritesthings and I have done on d/s that focuses on a more gentle style of doming. As a domme myself I definitely enjoy pain play and impact play, but in fandom the BDSM and D/S that gets represented falls into that category pretty overwhelmingly. So when we decided to write this series and were talking about what we wanted it to be, we decided on this underrepresented form of D/S—and in doing so we’ve gotten so many comments from readers who haven’t read it before and love it, or are in a D/S relationship like this and are overjoyed to see themselves in a story. I’m so so proud of that 🥰
Another thing I’m proud of is my representation of Bucky’s trauma and his processing of everything that’s happened to him. I’m a therapist and I’ve really tried to take the time to portray his trauma and his trauma responses accurately without it feeling clinical to my readers. Again, this is something people have commented on and shared how much it resonated with them, so I’m extremely proud of this aspect of the story.
5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!
I guess I’d want someone to ask what it’s been like writing BTY for two years now, and I’d tell them that it’s been the greatest joy of my life. Riot and I became friends in 2018, and she is my best friend, writing inspiration and someone I look up to immensely.
Writing BTY has been the most ambitious writing task I’ve ever taken on, and while it’s sometimes intimidating knowing that it’s going to take several more years to tell all of it, it’s more exciting than anything thinking about what an incredible world Riot and I have built.
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streetslost · 5 days
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“Hey babe, you feeling sick?” (Worried Scott!)
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                 HE WAS GREETED BY SILENCE.  she was fairly still, chest a slow rise and fall.  eyes were open, staring upward.  there seemed a vacancy.  for days now had the ENERGY to rise from bed felt worse and worse.  a fact she held like a secret in her chest, hiding its existence behind grumpy morning smile and teasing complaining.  that she wanted to sleep in, that she was s o r e, didn’t sleep well, just enjoying being wrapped in the embrace of the blankets.  but now she couldn’t even muster up much of a response.  not right away…
         mind pondered upon the time.  her life, their lives.  the kids, the pets.  the little puppy she had waiting for scott.  a gift.  a goodbye.  she needed to go get the furball…  a surprise for her beloved.  she knew him.  loneliness was an ache, a trap, a terrible state.  he would be in a fairly empty house, he would need a new companion, something to keep him on his toes.  the kids, the grandkids… they’d all be around.  but the halls of a mansion echoed louder when there wasn’t anyone to rattle them with noise.
                 whenever he had been a w a y on movies, cat had learned that intimately.
         suddenly, he was near, and the inquiry was registered as it was repeated.  head turned upon her pillow and frail hand reached up to press to his cheek. not that old but also not that young.  it still shouldn’t have been her time, but her body had endured too much, and now it craved to give in.  in the end, cat had gotten to have something good.  love.  a family, a home.  pets, friends, jobs, companionship.  her suffering had become BEARABLE, her heart had been full.  even now, though her entire being twisted inside with heavy sorrows, there was a happiness.  cat knew it wouldn’t be so bad.
                  it wasn’t time yet, though.  a bit left.  not much but.  each day was a music box reaching the end of its dance; a key long lost and nowhere to be found.  the music was struggling, the gears clicked slowly.  long inhale, feeling the air trapping in her lungs, trying to use it to help her sit up.
          “no… not sick, honey…  just a bit tired.  but nevermind that…  i have a surprise for you today.  why don’t we check it out after breakfast… yeah.  i think you’ll love it.  just… help me stand.  please.  getting old sucks, huh?”
@storybounded
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crystal-verse · 6 months
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the trick to drawing g'raha is to draw him as if you're deeply in love with him. that is my wisdom
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googlein1942 · 8 months
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ive been so into rdr2 lately and i keep thinking about public nations verse where people making historical games/movies/shows/etc. consult nation people on historical tidbits and accuracy and whatnot, so queue Alfred “Favorite era of the US was the wild wild west” Jones finding his way to rockstar studios to help them out with the game accuracy/go on about whacky people he met during those days while the studio is just like write that down write that down
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