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pinkypride · 11 months

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Shilling time!

Yes, of all the things i could advertise, its my goddamn fanfic. This is a silly thing im making for the hell of it so idk yall might like it.

I would link to the wattpad but im p sure theres only 4 mcsm fans left on that site and im one of them. Still, its under the same name so if you wanna :)

#minecraft #minecraft story mode #mcsm #mcsm fanfic #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 link #archive of our own #minecraft fanfiction #mcsm romeo #mcsm stella #mcsm petra #modern au #idk what im doing with my life #wattpad #fanfiction #i love writing house parties

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carpisuns · 2 years

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@lollytea you have been a good sport about my teasing so I figured I owed you this lol

from her amazing fic There’s Sunshine in Your Smile, which changed my brain chemistry!!!! i know people have already drawn this scene a hundred times but…here is 101, as a treat:)

#I am the last one to this party but I am partying HARD lol #sorry this is nothing fancy just a small tribute 🤲#I think I wanna do a silly doodle dump of other parts I loved bc there are a lot haha #anyway ty for humoring me #and for writing The Fic Ever #[blows you kisses from inside a dumpster😘]#toh #huntlow #the owl house #Hunter toh #Willow park #toh fic recs #lollytea #mine #my art #toh art

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withacapitalp · 2 years

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Fully unformed AU here but

Steve barely got to have Eddie. He had three whirlwind days of Eddie and then just nothing. All this potential, all these maybes that are now just No

And he has no idea what to do with that. So because he can he gets his hands on some of corroded coffins old mixtapes. He may or may not have had to steal them out of Gareths garage, but what the other boy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Steve listens to them and he hears Eddie’s voice, and he decides he really really likes metal. He likes the heavy feeling that sits on his chest, for once not guilt or shame but just pure exhilaration.

The natural next step is to grab the guitar that sits sad and lonely in his parents closet and start messing with it. Then singing along to the recordings. Then coming up with his own lyrics.

Steve accidentally falls into being a rockstar. He doesn’t fit the aesthetic whatsoever when he starts, but some well meaning older rockers take him under their wings when he shows up to his first concert in a polo and fucking khakis. He continues going to shows, then he gets roped into being a roadie, then a stagehand, all the while writing and singing and missing a boy he never got to really know.

His first EP is a wild hit. Steve’s a perfect blend bridge between rocker and preppy jock. His story is weirdly compelling, and he’s built enough good will in the industry for a band to take his lyrics and his passion and give him a shot as their front man. Steve changes the lyrics to always be about girls, perfectly masking and blending in the way he always has. But the pronouns he uses in his first single don’t mean a thing to the Party.

A song titled ‘Eddie’ really only could be about one person.

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non-sims · 11 months

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A “family” day out. ...

Will they or Won’t they | Chrono

PREV / NEXT

MATT: So, what do you think?

ROBIN: I'm okay with it, I mean you already bought the house right?

MATT: Yeah but if you weren't okay with Kai being here I would've just moved somewhere else, or just closer to you two.

ROBIN: The time to get here isn't that bad.

ROBIN: And Kai seems to be really enjoying it out here already.

KAI: Mama look at that big house!

MATT: *laughing* It's a skyscraper bud.

KAI: Oooooooohhh~

KAI: Do you have one daddy?

MATT: No, but I have a better house than that.

KAI: Can we go see it!

MATT: Sure.

#I apologize but we are not seeing the house #unless I find a version of the salt house that fits matt's style #or I just suck it up and be so brave and decorate it myself😔#and I don't know how to write for kids like is this how four year olds talk #look how cute they all are #I was going to have a old granny come and say ‘oh what a lovely family’ to them #but that would've been too much #and awkward for all parties involved including myself and you the reader👁👁#ts4 #sims #*will they or won't they #sim:kai #sim:robin #sim:matthaus

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rosenbergamot · 2 months

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“What is he doing here.”

“Huh?” Jimmy turns to stare at him with those big brown eyes. His face splits into a grin. He’s got a little cocktail in his hands, his wings fluttering excitedly as he sees him. “Grian! It’s lovely to see you!”

“What are you doing here.” He reiterates.

Jimmy leans over the table to spear a piece of cheese onto his toothpick, pops it into his mouth, and then shrugs, still perusing the snack table as if he hasn’t a care in the world. “Uh, I dunno, man… Tango just invited me here, so now I’m here.”

“Uh-huh.” He won’t say he’s not happy to see him here, but they’ve got this thing going, and Grian would rather be thrown out a fucking window than be the one to break a bit. “And now you’re just here? All comfy with your fruity little cocktail?”

He laughs, hearty and full. Not the least bit offended. “Well, yeah, mate? Tango’s at the bar right now, so I got whatever the heck he made me-- tastes wonderful, though, I’ll tell you that! The man’s a great bartender--”

“Tim,” he cuts him off. “I don’t care.”

Another piece of cheese is deposited into his mouth. As he chews, he says, “alright, man. Jeez…”

And maybe it’s because he’s drunk, but Timmy is looking extra pathetic today. And he’s feeling extra emotional. And maybe-- just maybe-- he’s got a soft spot for the guy. So he sighs, shakes out his wings, and then slowly, so slowly, begins to wrap his arms around Jimmy. The guy drops his next piece of cheese.

“Grian?!” He shouts. “What the heck are you doing?”

“I’m. Hugging. You. Tim.” He squeezes him tight to will out any protests. It doesn’t work.

“What the heck?” He laughs, then wraps his arms around Grian in return. “You must be drunk, my friend, because you never do this. Actually, am I even alive right now? Somebody pinch me!”

He flicks him on the forehead. Jimmy flicks him right back, as if on instinct, then goes right back to hugging him.

“I’m alive, I’m awake, but I’m worried for your mental health, mate.”

“I. Can be nice. Sometimes.” It is actually physically painful. Why is he subjecting himself to this. This is hell. This is torture.

Jimmy nuzzles his face into his hair. “Awww, man! You’re sweet when you’re drunk! Might just hafta start hugging’ you everytime I see you now!”

He squeezes him so tightly he knocks the air out of him. Nails against his back, he says, “don’t ever say that again.”

“Okay-- okay!” Jimmy wheezes out, pounding at his back. “Let me go! I can’t breathe!”

He releases him, and Jimmy immediately scurries out of arm’s reach, panting. “Y-You’re a menace, you know that, right?”

“Aw, Tim, you flatter me.”

Another laugh, one which sounds like he just smoked a pack of cigarettes. He’s doubled over, hands on his knees, catching his breath. His cocktail is very slowly spilling out of his glass. Grian watches it and doesn’t care to tell him. It’s kind of funny.

“Yeah. Alright. Remind me to never get that close to you again.”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s never happening again.”

He slaps his knee, bending down further, and the drink pours out at a faster rate. The pink concoction is making a puddle on the ground. Miraculously, Jimmy still does not notice. “Well, I guess I’m happy it happened once! Even if you tried to flippin’ kill me with it…”

“I’m a fickle man, Tim.” The glass is now empty. “Anyways, we’re doing a tequila shot later if you’re interested.”

He brightens up immediately, eyes twinkling. “Oh! Oh my goodness! And you’re inviting me?”

His face sours. “I don’t have a choice, mate. You’re here whether I like it or not.”

The smile that Tim gives him is radiant. Back to normal, then.

It’s… nice? God, nevermind, that makes him want to throw up. It’s bad and he hates it because Jimmy is annoying. That’s enough niceties for one day.

“I’d love to, Grian! I’d love to!”

And that’s about all the Jimmy he can handle right now. He turns around and slips back into the crowd. As he’s weaving his way through Hermits, he hears an ear piercing shriek from behind him.

“MY DRINK IS GONE!”

#hermitblr #trafficblr #hermitfic #hi welcome to an excerpt from this little party thing ive been writing #i love jimmy he is so..... words do not do him justice for me #the relationship jimmy and grian have? unmatched #rosie writing #anyways im going to a party tonight so im in the Mood #house parties my beloved #also reblogs much appreciated im kissing u on the mouth if u reblog #HAHA

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archiveofdorothea · 1 year

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I Hate To Love You, Chapter 1-Happy Fucking Holidays (Biadore)

A/N: So this started out as a mindless drabble and at some point turned into a whole oneshot. It’s a little different to what I usually write but I love how it turned out. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: College senior Bianca finds a freshman Adore intrinsically annoying, if only she wasn't so damn charming. At a Christmas party, Adore formulates a plan to get Bianca's attention, and it works a little too well.

Click here to read on AO3 or after the ‘Keep Reading’ to read on Tumblr.

It was Christmas Eve and snow was settling on the garden. It was cold, and Bianca would have much rather been cuddled up on the sofa drinking a hot chocolate. House parties weren’t exactly Bianca’s idea of fun at the best of times, much less at Christmas. Normally even the cast parties were a little too much for her, but she’d been dragged there by her friend and surprisingly she was actually having a really good time. Nearly done with rehearsals for her final project and her holiday theory work, she needed an excuse to let her hair down and actually have some fun. She’d been working so hard. She’d earned this.

So there she was, half way to drunk in the frat house of a guy she’d never met or heard of more than hearing his name from Courtney, with a bunch more people she’d never met. It wasn’t terrible though. At least Adore wasn’t there. Adore. Bianca didn’t know what it was about her or why she hated Adore so much. She was just irritating, to say the least. Regardless, she was pretty sure the frat guys wouldn’t let in a freshman anyway.

Adore was ridiculously charismatic and weirdly captivating with her long dark hair and piercing eyes. The only problem was she was just a fucking nightmare. She lacked any sense of professionalism, always turning up late to rehearsals or eating in the studio, and whilst her vocals were probably the strongest of all the first year students, her acting and in particular her dancing needed an insane amount of work. She found the most basic choreo a challenge and with the final project being directing her own show, it had become Bianca’s problem. Bianca, lacking in patience and tact, found herself frustrated at having to teach the same thing over and over again when they should be so much further ahead in the script by this point. The Christmas break came as only a relief, but she wasn’t looking forward to January.

Bianca sat with Courtney in the kitchen, pouring another shot of vodka into a glass. She got even bitchier when she was tipsy and all the shots were really starting to go to her head.

“She’s just so fucking annoying, and what’s with that blonde bitch? Are they dating? She’s not a theatre kid, that’s for sure.” Bianca observed.

“The Russian? Katya?”

“Yeah, is that her name?” She downed the shot and immediately poured another from one of the giant bottles lined up on the side.

“I don’t know, maybe? Why, you jealous?”

Courtney had been Bianca’s best friend since they started college three years ago. They’d been roommates in their first year and they’d surprisingly bonded. Bianca didn’t necessarily expect to get along with someone like her, blonde and perpetually perky, but she’d surprised her. She trusted her more than anyone else, and she was probably the only person who knew everything about her, able to read her better than Bianca could read herself.

Bianca scoffed at the audacity “Of course not.”

She wasn’t quite drunk enough to talk about her undeniable attraction to Adore yet.

Dani. ‘Adore’, she went by. Who did she think she was anyway?

Adore walked into the house, looking divine in a black bodysuit and fishnets, a red oversized tee thrown over the top. She’d pre-drank, so she was already pretty tipsy as she headed into the dining room, which was currently functioning as a makeshift dance floor. Adore knew Bianca would be there, and she was hoping the slutty outfit would entice her. She’d seen how she looked at her during rehearsals. That little glint in her eye that hid behind the annoyance and the glaring. She might be loud-mouthed and at times, a total cunt, but she was still hot. She held herself with a certain amount of confidence and grace, and it made her utterly irresistible. Adore wasn’t above admitting she wanted her.

“Of course not.” Courtney mimicked her, her little giggle more high pitched than ever. “I’m not convinced that’s true Bea, you seem to hate her a little too much.”

Bianca shoved her playfully. They were both pretty drunk now, Courtney staggering backwards despite barely being pushed. She cackled and extended a hand to her friend.

“I’m gonna go pee.” Bianca said. “You coming?”

“I wanna talk to Brody, find me in a bit?”

Bianca rolled her eyes. There’s no way Brody was good for her. “Sure. But be careful.”

“You worry too much.”

Bianca headed down the hall. “Someone has to.” She shouted back. It was no secret that she was the sensible one of the duo. Sure, she had wild moments, but she knew how to carry herself better than Courtney did. Regardless, at least she had some time to kill, able to pee in peace and grab some water.

She was just about to walk up the stairs when someone crashed into her, nearly falling and taking Bianca down with her. Bianca half caught her, the frame and flash of dark hair strangely familiar even in dim lighting. As she pulled herself back, the realisation set in.

It was Adore. Because, of course it was.

She giggled, the sound alone making Bianca grit her teeth. Her eyes narrowed. What was it about Adore that had so much power over her? Her eyelashes fluttered as she played the game.

“Isn’t that dress a little slutty for a senior?” Her smirk was dangerous. Challenging even.

Before Bianca even knew what she was doing, she had Adore pushed up against the wall. Her body pushed against her, fingers wrapped around her wrists, pinning her down.

Adore squared up against her, pushing her shoulders forward as much as possible to hide how worried she was. Bianca was far stronger than she looked, that petite body packing a surprising amount of strength, and she didn’t know whether Bianca wanted to kiss her or punch her. Bianca wasn’t exactly sure herself.

“Go fuck yourself.” Bianca spat.

“Why don’t you do it for me?” She came back, a knee flying between her thighs instantly. She pressed it up against Bianca’s cunt, grinding it against her.

Adore grinned as Bianca gasped in shock. She couldn’t help but feel a sizzling arousal below the surface. Bianca couldn’t help but want to fuck her senseless until that smile fell right off her face.

Adore only pressed her knee further up, Bianca slapped it away, digging her nails into a soft thigh. She took her hand roughly, dragging her wordlessly into the upstairs bathroom and locking the door. She pushed Adore up against it before sighing heavily, resting her head against the door whilst rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“What about Katya?”

“What about Katya?” Her brow furrowed in confusion. What did Katya have to do with any of this? She was too aroused by the whole situation to think straight.

“You guys aren’t dating?” Her surprise was genuine.

“She’s just a friend.” Adore confirmed. “God Bianca, you’re such a fucking idiot.”

Bianca didn’t seem to like that. She pulled at the other woman’s hair, hard. Adore yelped, trying to keep her head up, trying to maintain dominance, but she was fighting a losing battle.

“I’m smarter than you, darling.” She whispered against her lips before they crashed together.

Adore felt red hot all over as Bianca kissed down from her lips to her neck. She bit down hard, making Adore yelp. The line between pain and pleasure was a blur as Bianca sucked at the teeth marks she’d left. That was definitely going to bruise. She alternated between wet, open mouthed kisses and sucking more hickeys on to her. Adore couldn’t believe how worked up she was before she’d even stripped her of her clothes. She had to do something, refusing to let Bianca win, she pulled hard at her hair, forcing her to look up.

The surprise made Bianca accidentally loosen her grip on Adore, who took advantage of the situation. She pulled herself off the door, spinning around to pin Bianca up against the wall by the shower. Bianca struggled but Adore had height on her side and despite the fact that she was stronger, she couldn’t quite manage to push Adore off of her from this position.

“I- Adore.”

Having the usually loud-mouthed, outspoken Bianca pinned up against a wall was more than enough of a victory for Adore, but her losing her words was a huge triumph. Bianca always had a comeback for everything, but it turns out there was a way to shut her up after all.

There was a lot of tugging as Bianca tried to pull Adore’s shirt off. She threw it aside, sliding the straps of her bodysuit down her shoulders slowly.

“No bra? You’re an even bigger whore than I thought.”

She watched intently as Adore’s breast spilled out from under the bodysuit. They were small but so pretty, tanned skin framed with dusky pink nipples. She took one into her mouth, running her teeth over it roughly.

Adore prayed to a god she didn’t believe in that Bianca couldn’t hear her tiny whimpers. Bianca’s smirk against her skin however told her that she heard her loud and clear. That made her mad, dropping a hand down the front of Bianca’s shirt, annoyed when she had to push lace aside to pinch at her skin.

“Didn’t exactly come dressed for the occasion.” She taunted. Winding her up was just far too much fun.

“Well, I didn’t exactly expect to be fucking anyone in the bathroom when I got ready, did I? Especially not you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She scoffed.

Bianca raised one eyebrow as she looked up at her. “Bitch, please.”

Those long legs were plaguing her and she hadn’t even gotten to see what laid between them yet. She couldn’t help but imagine how they’d look wrapped around her waist. There was really no point in denying herself, the pride starting to fall away to the purest form of desire.

“Jump.”

She roughly carried a half-dressed Adore to the sink, leaning her against the countertop. She was grateful for the spacious counter space in there. She certainly wasn’t about to put her back out for this fucking brat.

The marble counter was cold against Adore’s bare ass, fishnets doing absolutely nothing to protect her skin. She fidgeted slightly as she leaned back instinctively to let Bianca pull the bodysuit down her legs, raising her hips slightly with her feet up against the edge of the sinktop, legs spread enticingly. She hesitated when Bianca reached for her underwear, her bodysuit immediately discarded to the floor.

“Wait!” She said, holding Bianca’s hand in place just as her fingers ran under the waistband of her thong. “Bianca, is this really a good idea?”

Bianca rolled her eyes. Her face deadpanned “No.”

Adore’s eyebrow furrowed as she looked at her in confusion. Bianca shook her head. “No?”

“No, it’s not a good idea. In fact, it’s actively a terrible idea. Now, do you want to get fucked or not?”

The frankness was weirdly attractive, but Adore was so flustered she wondered if she’d find anything attractive right now. I mean, she was in this scenario in the first place. Really? She questioned herself. Bianca Del fucking Rio? You should really know better.

“Make a decision or I’m leaving.” Bianca sighed. That tone was so similar to the one she often heard in rehearsals, and it renewed Adore’s passion.

“Fuck me.” She affirmed, nodding her head as if her words weren’t clear enough already.

As soon as her words left her mouth, Bianca yanked her panties down her toned legs, tossing them on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

“Be quick. I don’t need Courtney to come looking for me.” Bianca said, diving straight in to lick up the length of her folds.

“Fuck.” Adore muttered under her breath.

“Something to say, darling?” Bianca mocked her relentlessly. She couldn’t believe how soaked Adore was, how wound up she’d gotten before Bianca had barely even touched her.

Fingers spread her apart, lips closing around her clit. Bianca was talented with her mouth, knowing exactly how to pull a woman to the brink and back. She sucked at the sensitive bud, pausing every few seconds to lick, flicking her tongue up and down for variety.

It was working well, Adore coming undone underneath her made her feel smug. Adore coming undone because of her. There was no denying the evidence as her hips writhed, desperately trying to hump Bianca’s face. She leant an arm over them, pushing her further into the counter.

She ran her fingers around her hole, pressing two in roughly after a slap. It wasn’t hard, but Adore groaned regardless, half in arousal and half at the audacity. She started pumping the fingers in and out, searching for that spot inside her that would have Adore seeing stars.

The moan she let out was guttural, taunts falling away to gasps and moans. She couldn’t trust herself to talk. Bianca was just so good, and she was certain she knew it too as she radiated in cockiness. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, pushing her to the edge embarrassingly quickly.

“Bianca, please!” Adore begged, her head thrown back as she approached her orgasm. Having this beauty beg underneath her was intoxicating, and she wanted more from her, to push her to the absolute limit.

“Stop whining.” Bianca barked, punctuating her words with each thrust of her fingers inside of her. “Are you gonna come for me or what?”

Adore shook her head but they both knew it was a lie. Adore could feel the best building in her stomach and Bianca could feel her cunt twitch around her fingers. Bianca shoved her other hand over her mouth as she came hard. Her body fell limp, but Bianca didn’t stop.

She’d forgotten this was supposed to be quick as she pounded into her with even more force. She just had to hear those pathetic moans again.

“Bianca, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? You know it really is a good job you picked theatre school, you never would have gotten into a real college.”

The way she managed to keep her fingers moving in time and not miss a beat was honestly a skill. She rubbed relentlessly at her g-spot and her thumb joined the action to rub her clit. Her arm burnt, but she was almost certain Adore was getting close again.

“Fuck you.” She bit back, but it was hard to maintain an insult whilst she pushed her hips impossibly closer to Bianca’s hand.

“That’s kinda what we’re doing.”

“Then shut up and get on with it.” She rolled her eyes, pulling her leg up over Bianca’s shoulder.

“Judging by your reactions I think I’m doing more than a good enough job. Or were all of those moans just for some other reason?”

Bianca had got her there, and she could feel another orgasm starting to build. How quickly Bianca could push her to the edge was honestly becoming a bit of a problem. She desperately wanted to hold off, prove to Bianca that she wasn’t as good as she thought she was, but as her tongue was added back into the mix she had no chance. Her hips twitched as she came again, her body falling limp against the back of the counter as Bianca helped her ride out the aftershocks.

She withdrew her fingers, immediately wiping Adore’s juices off of her hand and pulling her dress straps back up. She’d smudged her lip gloss beyond repair, so she just blotted it off with a piece of tissue and hoped no-one would notice. It was dark enough.

“Wait, what time is it?” Adore asked as Bianca did one last check over in the mirror. She was still in a post-orgasmic haze, moving from the counter seeming like a chore. She hopped down, finding her clothes from various corners of the bathroom.

“12:30.” Bianca said after a quick glance at her phone.

“Merry Christmas.” Adore said, leaning in to kiss the older girl with that stupid grin plastered on her face.

Bianca backed away with a smirk, rolling her eyes at the younger girl. “Merry fucking Christmas to me. Wait a second so it’s not suspicious will you?” She closed the door behind her.

Adore pulled her shirt over her head with a sigh. She really was going to have her work cut out for her if she wanted to capture Bianca Del Rio’s heart.

#biadore #Bianca del rio #adore delano #smut #hate sex #enemies to lovers #college au #christmas #house party au #lesbian au #my writing #writing #rpdr #drag race #rpdr fanfiction #dorothea #I hate to love you

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desertsandsnstarrysky · 5 months

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I swear sometimes I write the funniest stories for characters…

And my music fuels the crap out of it..

Like last night I wrote a thing about Israel using the Hohenzollern castle for a huge rave, and she invited a bunch of her fellow Jews to this party, and she also invited the German folk…

And Prussia was with her and gave her permission to conduct this giant EDM rave.

Israel was the DJ (because she’s a woman of many jobs and occupations, so she spins them vinyls when she has spare time and serves some of the dopest concerts evvvveeerr~)

And Prussia was dancing on stage with her and they were just having such a good time, and even a few other nations showed up like the Baltic nations like Denmark and Netherlands, Sweden and Finland… even the Italian bros Romano and Feliciano were there, just enjoying that dope rave.

Sometimes I need that fun modern take on how they would interact, and despite how they “fight” (Prussia and Israel) sometimes out of rival fun, those two are both such royal pains to everyone else (XD) and love to par-tay and are such a naughty pair together.

Too bad though the rave ended up being “illegal and not properly administered” and the German police got involved and Germany stopped them both and scolded them (booooooo Germany and your strict ways)

But, anyway so …

This was the song that started this little story:

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barovianlark · 4 months

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❤️‍🩹 * out. ‣ i'm not sorry for tipperposting‚ it will happen again.

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❤️‍🩹 * inbox. ‣ this too‚ is a story.

❤️‍🩹 * answered. ‣ the curtains have closed on this stage.

❤️‍🩹 * face. ‣ the shame of house zarovich.

❤️‍🩹 * aesthetics. ‣ aren't we indeed‚ the keepers of our dead?

❤️‍🩹 * character. ‣ a girl who is both death and the maiden.

❤️‍🩹 * closet. ‣ equipment slots.

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❤️‍🩹 * calls. ‣ roll initiative.

❤️‍🩹 * crack. ‣ i seem to have found your problem‚ you're in barovia! hope this helped!

❤️‍🩹 * connections. ‣ nobody is ever truly alone.

❤️‍🩹 * audio. ‣ music box.

❤️‍🩹 * wishlist. ‣ campaign module.

❤️‍🩹 * blog updates. ‣ god help us all.

❤️‍🩹 * dash. ‣ i am currently in situations.

❤️‍🩹 * worldbuilding. ‣ shoutout to blorbo from my mind.

❤️‍🩹 * drabbles. ‣ i am writing this to make you love me.

❤️‍🩹 * promotions. ‣ new party member acquired.

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#❤️‍🩹 * out. ‣ i'm not sorry for tipperposting‚ it will happen again.#❤️‍🩹 * in. ‣ our tale begins.#❤️‍🩹 * inbox. ‣ this too‚ is a story.#❤️‍🩹 * answered. ‣ the curtains have closed on this stage.#❤️‍🩹 * face. ‣ the shame of house zarovich.#❤️‍🩹 * aesthetics. ‣ aren't we indeed‚ the keepers of our dead?#❤️‍🩹 * character. ‣ a girl who is both death and the maiden.#❤️‍🩹 * closet. ‣ equipment slots.#❤️‍🩹 * saved. ‣ live tipper reaction.#❤️‍🩹 * calls. ‣ roll initiative.#❤️‍🩹 * crack. ‣ i seem to have found your problem‚ you're in barovia! hope this helped!#❤️‍🩹 * connections. ‣ nobody is ever truly alone.#❤️‍🩹 * audio. ‣ music box.#❤️‍🩹 * wishlist. ‣ campaign module.#❤️‍🩹 * blog updates. ‣ god help us all.#❤️‍🩹 * drabbles. ‣ i am writing this to make you love me.#❤️‍🩹 * promotions. ‣ new party member acquired.

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stalkist · 1 year

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open to females. plot: based on this. connection: relative ( half / full / step ), best friend's daughter, daughter's best friend, son's girlfriend, neighbour, and anything else. please use beta editor and read my rules. do not like this starter.

just a fall day spent pottering around the backyard, fixing up the jobs put off all summer, packing up the location that has played host to the various guests that often come and go through the warmer months. with a pool and patio, as well as a large stretch of lush greenery for various leisure activities, it's for good reason that alessandro's home is the place to kick back and hangout. it's while the shirtless male is gathering empty glasses laid out on the table, that the other suddenly slides in the gap between him and the wooden surface, close enough that her ass brushes teasingly up against the front of his board shorts. “ you, uh ... looking for something in particular ? ” light-hearted, comfortable, but careful, not daring to make a sordid something out of what might just be an innocent nothing.

#it can be a party / bbq. or your muse can just be hanging at the house after a party and nobody else but them are around for whatever reason #i just needed to write this because he's beekeeping age and needs love #starter.#( thread ) alessandro pearce.

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