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books-in-a-storm · 3 months
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Currently Reading 💛
A Dragon's Wolf & Hidden Mate
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dizzy-n-busy · 5 months
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THESE ARE ROUGH CONCEPTS BUT HOLY FUCK THEY LOOK BAD SGSG (forgive me but they gave me brainrot)
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I shouldn’t be a fashion designer omfg
And yes, Darlin’ almost left the house with that bloodstained leather jacket of theirs, and yes — Milo did try fist fighting them
I think I made David too pale too, mf look more like a vamp then Sam smh /j /lh
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arsenicflame · 7 months
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izzys only problem is that hes autistic and misread social cues
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kirisclangen · 4 months
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Heatherwater
He/him, 34 moons, cis tom
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givemaycoffee · 4 months
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I am curious about the ST fic but I'm gonna slap my face into attention and focus instead on what catches my eye the most (and in no way is my guess of your super top secret smutty fic): Please tell me about Pre-Bond and how your Howl's Moving Castle AU is going!
WIP Game
Pre-Bond
The idea here was a play on the idea of mating bonds, but combine omegaverse bonds with some ideas stolen from Vulcan mating bonds - namely, the titular pre-bond. Omegaverse bonds typically happen on the neck, but I was thinking a pre-bond could happen via the scent glands on the wrist.
You know the scene at the end of The Taste of You where Percy does not bite Vex? This fic was What if he did bite her but wisely created a pre-bond (which can be dissolved) rather than a full bond? So they can both reevaluate when they aren't in heat/rut. But then shit goes sideways a bit because of essentially soulmate stuff (true mates are a whole omegaverse thing also and it’s literally just soulmates). Here’s a tiiiny snippet:
She found the skin of his wrist and bit down. It was exquisite. It was all of him, his scent on her tongue and his very being rushing into her own.
Howl’s Moving Castle AU
As for HMC AU… 🥲 it’s completely still stalled. But I don’t think I’ve ever shared a snippet with you??? Apologies if I’m just forgetting, but here’s their first meeting:
She was reaching for the knife when a finely gloved hand landed on her shoulder from behind. “There you are darling, I was looking for you.” She startled at the smooth voice, looking up at the stranger who had somehow managed to sneak up on all of them. Clear blue eyes behind gold rimmed glasses met her gaze, and he smiled fondly at her. She felt a warm rush of familiarity. Except - no. She had never met this man in her life. And she would remember him if she had. 
He was far too richly dressed for anyone in her circles - ornately patterned silk waistcoat and carefully knotted cravat and shining gold buttons. His nose was handsomely hooked under dark eyebrows, and he had the pale skin of a northerner. Most striking though were his shock of white hair and his midnight colored coat that seemed to glimmer with starlight as he shifted his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. He was oddly hot to the touch and looked much too young for that hair. He leaned in as he pulled her closer, and quickly murmured in her ear, “My lady, please play along. I admit, I have been itching to ruin these men’s days for ages, and catching them in such a compromising situation gives me the perfect excuse.” She had been about to shove him off, nobility as he surely must be or not, but stopped short at that. She did not need to be rescued, but also could understand the scope of the situation well enough  - no one would believe her story were she to report this herself. “Mr. Dassur and Mr. Shede, I believe?” the white haired man turned back to the two guards, who were suddenly standing straight-backed and looking rather pale. “I believe Captain Howarth will want to hear what transpired here.” With a wave of his hand, a curl of black smoke seemed to swirl around the two guards for a moment, and then they relaxed slightly, eyes glassy.  “You will tell him, in detail, what happened, won’t you?” “Yes,” they said in unison.  Vex’s heart rate picked up. Out of the frying pot and into the fire. Gods damnit. This man was far more dangerous than the guards. “Excellent. Please, be on your way. Tell him I send my regards.” They nodded, turned, and marched off, still in unsettling unison. Vex was trying to determine her best avenue of escape when she felt him pull away quickly. She looked up to find him blushing, of all things, and he executed a rather flustered bow. “Excuse my forwardness, my lady. It was completely inappropriate,” he straightened to his full, rather tall height, fixing his cloak - and it must be magical with the way she swore she just saw a little shooting star near the bottom, “but I could not let them continue getting away with such harassment. There had been prior reports, but nothing concrete enough to actually land them in trouble.”  He wrung his hands for a moment, staring off, then jerked his head back toward her.  “Are you alright?” “Ah - uhm.” She paused. Took in the concerned look in his wide, blue eyes and the polite amount of space he had created between them. “As well as I can be, I suppose.”
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sunnibits · 1 year
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fellas… tonight I am thinking about how Izzy uses his position as first mate as a shield to disguise his love. a mask he can hide behind to explain away his devotion. the way that he would go to lengths of Ed that would be starkly obvious as acts of love in any other situation but he would still excuse it as ‘loyalty to his captain’ and Ed probably wouldn’t even notice. he would take a bullet for him but it’s ok - it’s allowed - because it’s just loyalty. he’s just doing his job. the way that it’s soooo so easy for him to never ever think about his feelings for Ed and keep putting everything into that single box labeled ‘his oath to serve’. do you fucking understand me are we picking up what I’m putting down girlies!!!
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Excerpt’s from Gabor Maté’s ‘When the Body Says No: The Cost of Hidden Stress,’ pages 1-43.
- “There is no true responsibility without awareness.” pg 9
- “Shame is the deepest of the “negative emotions,” a feeling we will do almost anything to avoid. Unfortunately, our abiding fear of shame impairs our ability to see reality.” pg 12.
- “The blurring of psychological boundaries during childhood becomes a significant source of future physiological stress in the adult. There are ongoing negative effects on the body’s hormonal and immune systems, since people with indistinct personal boundaries live with stress; it is a permanent part of their daily experience to be encroached upon by others. However, that is a reality they have learned to exclude from direct awareness.” pg 19
- “For those habituated to high levels of internal stress since early childhood, it is the absence of stress that creates unease, evoking boredom and a sense of meaninglessness.” pg 28
- “Stress consists of the internal alterations--visible or not--that occur when the organism perceives a threat to its existence or well-being.” pg 28
- “The research literature has identified three factors that universally lead to stress: uncertainty, the lack of information and the loss of control.” pg 34
- “Emotional repression--in most cases [is] expressed as niceness.” pg 43
- “In people with a weak sense of self, there is often an unhealthy fusion with others.” pg 43
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dopeyjoe · 1 year
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thinking about how ziggy stardust is the good to zinc alloy's evil
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k-wame · 10 months
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Júlia Byrro as Lara Cunha Verdades Secretas (Hidden Truths) · S02.E26 · (2021)
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cascadiums · 2 years
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can we all take a moment please for me to be really fucking sad about the nameless characters in Dracula? the way it's written, all the information we have is dependent on the writer of that moment having certain information and thinking it's important enough to write down.
the captain of the Demeter doesn't give us the names of the crew or the mates, just that they're frightened and they're dying. Jonathan didn't know the name of the Romanian woman who died begging for her child back, so she becomes an anonymous victim. even the three brides - to Jonathan, they're nameless monsters and so that is what their identity becomes. they must have been people once, before they were taken and turned into something else, but we don't know who they were.
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Wise beyond his years, Stagleap is more than competent as deputy. His only downfall is his indifference and lack of bedside manner. It's not that he means to be cold or rude, he just would rather get right to the point. It's something Swiftstar is trying to work on with him. So far? There hasn't been much of an improvement. If anything, it's become a bit of a running joke (something that Stagleap has been a surprisingly good sport for, and even poked fun at himself for it too).
No one would guess that internally, he is being weighed down with whether or not to continue being deputy or even a Moorclan cat...After a many moon long affair with a Boulderclan cat, Stagleap has begun to question where his place amongst the clans is.
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romancebibliophile · 3 months
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💫Twisted Ties 💫- book two in the Arrow Hart Academy series is now available!
A magical why choose romance with ruthless love interests, a strong-willed FMC and a pet pig!
Why Choose / Reverse Harem
Fated Mate Bonds
Bully Romance
Academy Romance
Age Gap
Student/Professor
Hidden Identity
Animal Sidekick (🐷)
Read it on KU https://books2read.com/TwistedTies
Scroll down for blurb and a sneaky peek 👀
***Blurb***
Secret memories locked in my head, an assassin on my tail, and strange powers I shouldn't possess are the least of my problems. Because now I'm bonded to a man I barely know.
My body may be pulled towards him, but my heart can't forgive his betrayal.
And he isn't the only one.
I'm sick of being treated this way and I'm sick of not knowing who I really am.
No more secrets. No more lies.
I'm determined to learn the truth.
No matter what the cost.
***Snippet***
I spin on my toes, raising my hands, and I’m knocked clean off my feet, landing down hard on the path, the immense weight of a creature pinning me to the ground.
I try to scream but terror seems to freeze the sound in my throat and I stare up into a pair of glowing chestnut eyes, a huge snout, teeth like blades in a strong jaw and endless mounds of thick black fur.
The creature looks like a wolf, only it’s easily three times the size, and though it’s face is wolverine, there’s something human about it too – the curve of the cheek, the intelligence in the eyes.
The creature snarls in my face, its teeth extending, drawl streaming from its mouth onto my face and its claws piercing the skin on my chest.
I can’t move, my arms pinned by the weight of the creature, and if I attempt to shake him off, it’ll have its fangs in my throat before I’ve even summoned my magic.
It continues to growl, the noise becoming angrier, then it lowers its snout, its warm breath brushing over my face. Its black nose quivers as it draws in breath. Then its eyes darken.
“You,” it snarls.
And I’m not sure if I’m imagining the sound in my head. Or if the words really were said by this beast.
“Get off me,” I say as calmly as I can. “And I won’t hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” The creature’s lips curl in amusement, and it huffs through its snout. Then it lowers its jaw to my throat.
Now. Now I need to fight back, I have nothing to lose. It’s going to kill me anyway. I squirm under its weight, its body immense and muscular, far larger than mine. It’s hopeless. The thing pins me still, drawing the sharp points of its teeth down my throat.
“So pretty,” it says. “So young, so delicate. No wonder you’re driving him to distraction.”
“Let me go!” I yell, not understanding the beast's words, hoping someone might hear me.
The beast's tongue hits my skin next, wet and warm, it glides up the column of my throat. “You taste so very good, little pet. Could lick you everywhere.” The tongue slides higher over my chin and up my cheek. “Would you like that?”
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starlitangels · 1 year
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You know those memes about how nothing is truly lost until your mom can’t find it?
In the absence of a mom in the home, a wife is a suitable substitute, apparently.
Husband: [Star] I can’t find my name badge. I need it to clock in for work
Me: *gets out of bed* Okay.
Me: *wanders the apartment looking for where he might have put it*
Me: *finds it after 6 minutes of searching, 3 of which were taken up by him rambling about where he thought he put it*
Me: Babe. It was on the hooks next to the door where we keep our keys.
Husband: *gives me the most relieved hug* You’re a lifesaver. I love you
Me: I love you too
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damconcha · 1 year
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Who’s he 👀👀
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sofaviajera · 2 years
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Aveces no somos lo mejor para el uno al otro, pero aun así por más que tengamos días feos, llega la hora de dormir y lo único que quiero hacer es abrazarte y discúlparme por no ser lo mejor para vos hoy.
Porque te amo.
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greatshell-rider · 1 year
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i know it's just the time of day making everything much funnier but you really don't get this shit anywhere else. not even night vale with all its wackiness but i think it has to do with cecil being just as weird/involved/believing as the rest of the town whereas mord just flatly calls out (most) weirdass bullshit for what it is. he's not a ghost skeptic yknow but he is a ghost practical if that makes sense. ANYWAY the exchange "anyway, all turkeys look the same" with drom's *immediate* muttered "bigot" made me crack up.
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