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ssalballoon · 5 months
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"God, his knees are starting to hurt."
based on @troutsoup's writing! love the exploration of gale's childhood... an extra level of horror that mystra visited him in the form of a child
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deathberi · 5 months
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death and strawberry
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lyraeeee · 1 year
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finished watching wednesday and dear lord-
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EXCUSE ME?!???
HE’S LITERALLY SO FINE LIKE- GAWDAMN.
watch me write a whole fanfic for him just because I can 😍😍🤭
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shakespeareallanpoe · 3 months
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Pick Up lines
Damian, smirking: "Did it hurt..."
Raven, internally finishing his sentence: "...when I fell from heaven? Oh, boy 🙄."
Damian: "... when I told you to Google it and I was right?"
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wavesmp3 · 20 days
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line of fortune | minghao x reader
everyone's born with a line of fortune. the thin black line that leads from the end of your pinky to somewhere, someone who already knows you better than you know yourself.
when you meet minghao for the first time, in the back of an alley in a close call that you've trained to sit in the farthest corner of your mind, your line, inexplicably, wavers for the first time as well.
("minghao" he tells you, breathlessly.
your eyes are focused on your line, the way it sways, billows almost, like a blouse on a clothesline on a windy day. it touches the edge of his torso then shivers, repulsed and zips back around you in the opposite direction. run your line seems to be saying. don't wait to find out how much it'll hurt when he breaks your heart.
you look up at him. and are immediately hit with a punch to the chest and a kick to the gut that you've fondly named attraction. your line tugs at you, begs you to do anything but stay.
instead you extend your hand, and give him your name.)
you tell him about the line on your third date. after a disappointing movie that you've been dying to see. before your second cup of coffee, in between the fourth glass of wine.
he gives you a half smile, staring at the tip of your pinky finger.
your stomach does a flop. your line pulls you futher.
he raises his hand, pushes his hair behind his ear, and points to the bottom of his earlobe. you see a singular earring in the shape of a cross dangling. "this is mine."
fuck the line, you think to yourself, leaning close enough to minghao that you can smell the cologne on his neck and the wine in his voice. "where does it point?"
for a moment he doesn't say anything. he freezes in time. and you let yourself, for the void of time and space he's left you waiting in, think that he'll point to you. that he'll take you in your arms, kiss you breathlessly, and say that he's been looking for you his entire life. that he's traveled across countries and clouds to be with you. that he's wanted nothing more than your heart in his hands. that he'll bury his face in your hands and say it's you, it's you, it's you. it's always been.
but the moment ends. he doesn't say anything, but his smile does fall. he looks out the window. his hand falls and instead of pointing at you, drops emptily in his lap.
your lips part. "minghao, we don't have to-"
"it faded." he meets your eyes then. he looks as empty as he sounds. he orders another glass of wine. you ask how that even happens.
later that night he tells you how people die.
you don't catch what he's saying. you don't make the connection. so instead you figure he's joking, chuckle and roll your eyes saying, "i know that genius."
it's only when he doesn't return the laugh. when he drops his head, eyes shaking as hard as your line, and asks, "do you?" that you realize what he's saying.
("i'm sorry, minghao." you try apologizing, once he's calmed down.
"you didn't know." he says to himself quietly.
you don't know what else to say. he doesn't seem to want you to say anything. in the place of words and niceties, he grabs your hand and presses his lips to the top of your pinky.
your line disappears while he does.)
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welcometoteyvat · 8 months
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tags: fluff(?); lyney x gender neutral reader; very vague spoilers for the motifs present in lyney’s story quest (no plot points spoiled)
there's a little bit of magic falling in love with lyney. every day he has a new trick to show you—a sprig of baby's breath miraculously tucked into your collar before you head out the door, an elegant watch magicked onto your wrist right before your disbelieving eyes. When you ask him what his secrets are, Lyney just laughs, like a bell in the light spring breeze, and kneels down to kiss your hand. "A magician has to keep some of his secrets, my love! After all, you already know a fair few of them." Oh, what a tease—just as silver tongued and charming as the first time you met. “Aw- please, Lyney, don’t you trust me with your truths?” You half smile and half pout, arranging your features into your best pleading expression, and you can see your great magician giving in. 
"Ah, alright," and he's tapping his chin in mock thought, eyes twinkling, "since you asked so nicely, I suppose I can show you a couple more tricks, as an apology for my insincerity." Lyney winks, his serious act dropping in a flash, and you laugh as he pulls you towards the plush velvet couch. After he’s sure you’re comfortable, Lyney grows serious again, and you know the real show has begun. He pulls chocolates out of prop cards, bouquets from his hat, and, at your request, promises to pluck the stars from the sky to decorate your dreams, as a reminder of his love. His breezy solemnity makes you laugh, but you wouldn’t doubt Lyney’s word. It’s so easy to love him, and almost as easy to believe his magician’s world of dazzling stunts and marvelous tricks. But underneath all his glamorous charm and beyond the brilliant light of his performances, the hand that holds yours is quite warm, quite solid, and quite real. So too is his quiet admiration when you talk excitedly about your passions, and his eagerness to learn about your world. When you're together, there are no facades obscuring his earnest fondness for you—it’s one of the few truths of Lyney’s life. He hasn’t yet told you many things, but you don’t seem to mind as much as he expected. Smart as you are, you’ve already guessed at some of his secrets, yet you still place in him all your faith, all of your affection. Someday, maybe he can also learn to give himself wholly—without reservation. After all, you are one of his unwavering truths, and him? He’s your fantastical, wondrous everyday magic.
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darlingcloudie-9 · 8 days
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based on a comment left on this post!
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Inktober 2023
Day 10 - Fortune
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Legally, I could have left care at 16. I could've got my own flat somewhere. Maybe in London. (I could afford it. I have an entire bag of leprechaun's gold—a big, duffel-size bag, and it only disappears if you try to give it to other magicians
Carry On, Chapter 2, Rainbow Rowell.
Simon owns almost nothing, except for this fortune that he cannot spend.
Credit to @captain-aralias for the idea for this prompt!
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random-poetry-account · 8 months
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unlawfulchaos · 8 months
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Maverick, trying to flirt: My dick is like life... Life is hard.
Iceman, blankly: Life is also short.
Maverick: Listen here, you annoyingly sexy son of a bitch-
Iceman, trying to contain his upset: You should know that my mother is an incredibly kind, respected, and well loved woman.
Maverick: I meant your father?
Iceman: ...
Iceman: Continue.
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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 years
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@atereal :-)
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wren-of-the-woods · 1 year
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I was singing along to Fair today and I noticed something fascinating: it's possible that there are three characters in the song: "I," "he," and "she."
Most of the first-person material in the song is in the form of quotations (e.g. and he'll say "it's not fair how much I love you"). We certainly have two characters, "he" and "she", who speak to each other throughout the song.
At the beginning and the end, however, something different might be going on. The song opens with a few verses in first person with no reference to "he" or "she" (It's what my heart just yearns to say...the reason I was born). Because Joey Batey is singing, it's easy to assume that this is "he" narrating. That may be the intention. It's interesting, though, that directly after this it switches to third person: Cos outwardly he says I try so hard to make you laugh at me / And she, she does, she laughs...
A similar thing happens at the end, starting with "how unfair they'll sing." This verse is narrated by an outside perspective: something looking in on the couple from outside. Fascinatingly, the chorus that comes after this is the only one that does not begin with a dialogue tag, simply saying "it's not fair." It's almost like that first line is a moment of the narrator's perspective before it switches back to dialogue between the characters.
Is this narrator a different person, perhaps a friend of the couple? Is it the world? Is it destiny? Is it the stars that hum and hear them? Regardless, they seem to be just as in love with the story and the people as the couple are with each other, and I think that's beautiful.
TLDR: The narrator in Fair may be a seperate entity from the characters within the song, but they are just as in love with the story as the characters are with each other.
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userfayne · 1 year
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as tradition (it only happened once) here are my favorite book couples i read/discovered in 2022 and live in my head rent free (no particular order)
naomi and nicholas - you deserve each other
liv and mack - undercover bromance
elena and vlad - isn’t it bromantic
rin and nezha - the poppy war
hannah and fox - hook line and sinker
kate and anthony - the viscount who loved me
charlie and nick - heartstopper
liz and wes - better than the movies
nora and charlie - book lovers
percy and sam - every summer after
grey and ethan - how to fake it in hollywood
rosalind and orion - foul lady fortune
celia and oliver - foul lady fortune
rowan and neil - today tonight tomorrow
florence and ben - the dead romantics
robin and ramy - babel
libby and nico - the atlas six
larynn and deacon - the co-op
emilie and nick - the do-over
mika and jamie - the very secret society of irregular witches
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scottishoctopus · 1 year
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I FINALLY FOUND THIS DANG DELETED SCENE AFTER A YEAR AND A HALF OF NOT BEING ABLE TO WATCH IT AGAIN!
So here it is to stay on the blog so I won't end up losing it again. XD
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typingwithmyhandstied · 5 months
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I'm probably not gonna write it, but I just got to say it. I can't help myself. A Philas Modern FWB AU would be... something.
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karmirage · 2 months
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sorry. this is mean. but it bothers me when ppl post panels of Roberto and go "omg this was so good" "this was so slay" "he's serving" and his hair isn't even curly and he's still drawn with really pale skin. don't kid yourselves that's not a "serve" that's not even a drive thru
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