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itsdefinitely · 1 month
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do girl jeri and boy jerry exist explicitly to torment me
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terra-tortoise · 7 months
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fully going ham with these beasts meet harte and lin theyre not registered yet and idk if they yellow is acceptable but theyre wormed into my brain (art linework from the subspecies thread, linked in both their bios)
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fictionadventurer · 4 months
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Slotting The Long Winter alongside North and South as a book about life in the nineteeth century that counts as a sci fi because it explores how technology affects the lives of the people whose society depends on it, and explores what kind of duty a man has to care for his own business vs. that of the community.
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mawguai · 8 months
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psychic miku!
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neathbound-fiends · 4 months
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copy pasting from DMs and expanding on this a little actually
Thinking abt the fact that Elliott is an unreliable narrator and will just outright lie about things about himself, or twist them so severely that they threaten to break in order to be palatable and not say anything he thinks people won't want to hear. Man who spent a lot of years lying about his family, and upbringing, and sexuality, all because none of it was something someone else would want to hear and he doesn't want to be seen as broken, or a bummer, or to speak ill of the dead. It's better to mangle the truth until it fits whatever narrative you want to spin than it is to say something that's going to horrify someone
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solarpunkani · 3 months
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Saw your tags on that post about swamp milkweed about having trouble getting it started--you may already know this, but milkweed seeds need light to germinate! They only need a light dusting of soil on top of them (and putting them somewhere with a lot of light helps!); if you can't see the seed through the soil, it's buried a little too deep. They basically want to be laying flat on the surface of the soil rather than poked down into it, with just enough soil on top to help them retain moisture. Yes this does make it kind of annoying to manage moisture because you don't really want them drying out either (sorry 😭) but I hope this helps!! I mention it because this is the most common issue I see with people trying to grow milkweeds from seed. They also want 4 weeks of cold stratification (cool temperatures like in a fridge while also being in contact with moist soil; you can plant your seeds, pop the whole pot in a ziplock/cover it with cling wrap, and just refrigerate it for a few weeks) so don't forget to do that!
You know
it's really funny
because i like to call myself the self-proclaimed milkweed queen of tumblr (at least on my gardening blog but still)
And yet
I
constantly fucking forget about the light thing
IDK if that'll fix all my problems (the soil at my house is pretty sandy so I think that's the problem when it comes to transplanting at least) but regarding getting those little shits to germinate??? that might be the ticket
(one of the other problems I face sometimes is the seeds deciding to mold when they're in the fridge cold stratifying, i lost a good chunk of seeds to that last year but i don't see any signs of it happening yet this year so fingers crossed everyone)
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likesunsetorange · 25 days
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The bodyguard au seems like it’s so close but so far 😭😭 I’m excited for the next snippet tho
bodyguard au snippet
i won't put a time stamp on it like i said bc i don't wanna jinx it but trust!!! but im really happy y'all are excited tho im really really excited to be close to posting!!! i love these little idiots LOL
but here's a little bit more of the last scene i posted!!!
A silence settles over the two of them—on Eren’s end, it’s due to her sheer audacity, mostly because he’s not sure if she’s actually being serious, and on Mikasa’s end, because she expects him to actually agree, awaiting his nod of approval. 
Realizing would be waiting forever for a confirmation she wouldn’t get, Mikasa relents. “Fine. You don’t have to lock yourself in the room all day—do as you wish, I guess,” she says, releasing a huff. “But this brings me back to things we need to discuss.”
“Okay, you’re right, this is your house, your rules. Whatever you want. I’m understanding in that regard,” he concurs. While Eren wants to be firm, he also doesn’t want to make an enemy out of Mikasa—if there’s anything he’s learned so far, she doesn’t seem like someone whose bad side he’d like to be on. “So what do you want me to do, or what do you want to know—I am virtually a stranger that’s being forced to live here, I’m sure you have questions, at least.”
It’s easy for Eren to assume that Mikasa isn’t used to being met with such level-headedness, which is indicated by the slack of her jaw as he speaks, and what he almost thinks is a look of appreciation that washes over her. But he also assumes that she’s in no position to allow her guard to be let down so easily, so the less-than-amicable demeanor quickly returns, any semblance of gratitude gone before it could even be acknowledged. 
“First thing’s first. That room—” she points down the hallway to a closed door opposite to both of theirs “—don’t even think of going in there. I don’t care if you hear me yelling or think I’m dying—let me. Don’t. Go. In. There,” Mikasa says sternly. 
From what Eren gathers, whatever this room entails, it’s enough for Mikasa to not want Eren in there, which he can respect, but the way she speaks of it, he can’t help but be somewhat curious. “What’s in—”
“Don’t worry about it,” she cuts him off, not even bothering to entertain his inquisitiveness. “And anyways, didn’t you just say I was the one who could ask you questions?” 
Eren raises his arms defensively. “Okay, you do the question asking then. Are there any more rules I need to know first, though, since you’re the one running things around here?”
There’s something Eren thinks may even resemble a smile that tugs at her lips but vanishes in an instant. “You’re not going to leave my house a mess, are you? Men tend to be… messy and you certainly don’t strike me as someone who acts like Levi.” Eren can see her eyes size him up, inspecting him—he can’t tell if he’s being scrutinized or if in some way she’s being nosy—either way, the steel of her stare leaves him fraught.
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inafieldofdaisies · 1 year
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Far Cry 5 (2018) | Replay in 2023 | Scenery appreciation (vol. 14) | Night aerial views with your local tour guide, John Seed, part 3
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pride-of-storm · 1 year
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once again upset over that time i accidentally broke bowl and cut myself on it they are such perfect snack bowls and now we're down to two D:
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xluxsolarisx · 1 month
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gives you a lil purple teddy bear plushy that has a pack of lavender seeds and stuff inside so it always smells like lavender
!!! thank you!!!!!!! i am cuddling it so joyfully and taking a deep calming breath and fixing the fur around its eyes so it can see. this is awesome i love it 💖💖💖
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arolesbianism · 2 months
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Horrible realization that if I go through with recollecting all the oni logs then I'll have to actually find out how to get "a seed is planted" like for realsies this time. Maybe I should just cheat them all in actually. <3.
#rat rambles#oni posting#a seed is planted sucks so bad its like my second favorite log and its been such a pain in the fucking ass to find#appearing then dissapearing so thourougly that I thought I might have made it up somehow making me learn to look into the god damn code to#find out if Im crazy or not only to find it along side all the story trait logs despite it being in the research notes section and Then I#open oni again to chech smth completely different and it fucking reapears out of nowhere and then the game updates and all my logs explode#this fucker has tormented me for so long and Ive seen no one else talk abt it so Im still not 100% convinced it wasnt a glitch somehow#it probably is a real log thats in the game and it disappearing is the glitch but boy do I have no way of knowing#if that is the case I can only imagine it relates to it seemingly having been intended as a story trait log#I assume it was moved to research notes because of how long it is but idk#anyways nails you motherfucker why must you have recorded one of the more lore heavy logs in the game and then made it a bitch to find#like genuinely I think its one of like 3 max logs that directly mention duplicants by name#ok ok there might be 4 I dont remember exactly#but two of those would be by jackie and one by probably nikola so nails mentioning them by name is a pretty big deal#and thats if Im remembering those logs correctly which I am likely not lol#its like 3 am ok#a seed is planted also just gives us some juicy lore relating to the actual tech we see in game#along with. that whole unnamed human subject thing. that still haunts me.#who are you subject whatever your number was and are you olivia specifically to spite me#if it wasnt for the b111-1 thing I wouldn't consider her that strong a canidate but it is a thing so she is#not only is she a strong candidate but shes like. one of like 3 real candidates we have for that#it's a weird case because it could very easily be a complete rando especially given the subject number instead of a work id being given#but also given its relation to dupes itd be weird if it wasnt someone who either worked at gravitas or otherwise got duped#which thankfully does free olivia of some possibility since as far as we know there are no olivia dupes lol#jorge and dr.holland are the other two main options in my minds eye but thats based on very little#dr.holland in particular would kind of vaguely make sense given hes mentioned in that story trait's artifact reward#but ofc given that nails does not choose to elaborate on that whole thing all I can do is blindly speculate#they also mention a name which is fun because its one of our rare complete randos in oni lore#now. he could easily be revealed to be some dupe but Im pretty sure the name was like bruce or smth so I dont consider it likely#also I am deeply curious of what this bruce guy was to nails given nails calls him 'my darling bruce'
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moonshinemagpie · 1 year
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There are little romance subplots all around me irl and I don't have the time to turn any of them into novels
Today I went to my favorite Italian restaurant and was seated at the table nearest the kitchen. We noticed a change to the menu. The list of pastas had been replaced by just "pasta of the day." We asked what the pasta of the day was. The waiter told us it was a mystery. So we ordered it, and when it came it was pasta with eggs and bacon, and I was so surprised and delighted by this unexpected whimsy that I started to clap. And then I noticed the chef watching me from the doorway and smiling. He had clearly come out wanting to see what people's reactions would be.
I'm not saying I love the chef or that the chef loves me. I am saying that is a seed with which to grow a romance that I don't have time to write.
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mymelx · 3 months
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being Sukuna's favorite concubine and soon to be his only wife
Heian era, NSFW, no usage of Y/N
Sukuna would randomly and easily pick you up on his shoulders, carrying you around with his usual stern expression. He would gently put you on the bed, spreading your legs and tucking your kimono up to look at that pretty little pussy of yours. He opens the collar of your kimono to see how your soft, sensitive breasts bounce while fucking you.
He would be gentle in sex with you. He used to be rough and careless with his other concubines, but with you, his main concentration is hearing your little whines and whimpers.
Slowly but surely thrusting his fat cock in your little pussy hole, trying his best not to hurt you, and each time you let out a little innocent painful noise, he curses himself for causing you pain. He's extra careful but still, his cock is just too big for you and it's not easy for you to take it.
He would fuck you for so long, cumming in you and when he pulls out, he'll watch his seed oozing out of your little hole. It just doesn't stop. Then he would say "all my seed is wasted... I have to fill you again, little lady, hmm?" and push his cock in your already filled pussy again, thrusting slowly and kissing your temples and your jaw, caressing your hair and praising you between his groans:
"Such a small, adorable vulnerable woman. I need to protect you and our future children that I'm gonna put into you."
He would cuddle with you after sex and you can't escape from his four arms that are wrapped around you.
He gets hard every time he sees you. He's basically always hard for you. You're just so small and cute, caressing him and kissing his face and hair, giggling and showing him your clothes, dressing up for him, sitting on his lap, clinging on him, feeling safe and secure, telling him about the interesting stories that you read in the books.
He would caress and brush your hair. He loves seeing your free, long hair around you.
He most definitely would ban any verbal communication between you and the servants. They're not allowed to talk to you. Only the two maids you trust the most are allowed to talk to you. Not that much, though. Only receiving your orders and do what you ask them to do.
He would also probably ask you not to wear underwear under your kimono so that he can take you easily when he wants, without having to rip those pretty delicate panties of yours... he just worries about your panties that much!
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14. If you met one of your muses which ones would you get along with best?
Multi-Mun!
Rotana, no question. The love/hate relationship between librarians and historians is strong, and given the fact that she literally has the same headaches about Gerudo history that I do, I think we'd be able to bond. Between her and Pearle, I feel like I've already spent half a lifetime trying to help their family out, the least she can do is let me read some of those beautiful books that are just out of my tiny hylian grip.
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bunny584 · 4 months
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OBSESSED: NANAMI
A/N: So sorry this is getting reposted. Tumblr got glitch-y and it went away. Hopefully the second read around is just as enjoyable!!
C/W: Breeding, Mature. 18+
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“You’d make such a beautiful mother.”
Nanami comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. He travels up your torso to cup your tender, swollen mounds spilling over his favorite tank top.
“Ken,” you whine and wince back into him.
You’re so focused on chopping vegetables, you let him grope you. No use fighting it. If you slapped his hands away they’d be back in less than a second. Magnets to your perfect frame.
You’re ovulating.
He knows it like clock work.
You become docile. With puffy, tender breasts. And so emotional. Tears flow at a harsh breeze, much less anything else. Forgetful. Flustered. You hang off of him like perfectly cooked Lamb off a bone.
You’re ovulating. His cock is hard nearly 24 hours a day when you’re supple like this.
“Oh goddamit,” the knife comes down, loud and shrill on the marble island.
Nanami bites back a grin, he knows whatever it is is inconsequential.
“What is it, my love?” His hands trail down to your stomach. Cock beating against his thigh thinking about how pretty it’ll look swollen with his seed.
You dive your face into your hands. Crystal tears flowing from your eyes through the slim spaces of your elegant fingers. Sparkling against the Diamond engagement ring. He pulls you in tighter, unashamed of his erection now digging into your back.
“I-I forgot, I forgot the stupid basil at the store and now dinner is ruined.” More sobs. You melt back into his arms. Absolutely devastated.
“Ahhh, yes. So ruined.” His gentle teasing opens the flood gates.
The Pacific Ocean flows out of you and he’s even more fond. More turned on.
“Ken!” You scold him, turn around and dive into the crook of his neck. All in one fair motion.
“I was trying to be a good fiancé. I wanted to make this perfect. And I can’t even I can’t —“
“Shhh.” Nanami lifts you onto him. You wrap your legs around his waist. Drenching his work shirt in diamond tears.
His back hits the couch, and you’ve calmed to just baby sniffles with his constant rubbing.
“Let me take care of it.” He rasps out. Not even trying to hide his strain. You nod and bring the back of your hand to your puffy eyes.
And this is why he wants to fill you with his cum. Keep you pregnant. Soft, open. Tender hearted. Your kids would be born from the purest love.
It’s a daydream that exists on cinematic repeat in his mind. How he could change the shape of your beautiful body. Round your hips. Swell your feminine torso. Fill your breasts with nourishment for the little one you create together. It makes his cock leak and twitch and lead pipe hard. At work. At the gym. While eating. When you’re like this. Like this. He feels like an animal. Insatiable. You bring out the most primal parts of him. To provide. Protect.
Procreate.
He dreams about you staying at home, nurturing your little family. Coming home to you nourishing the baby with your gorgeous, plump…
God.
He’d drop his pants and push his cock past your pretty lips at the same time. Feed you while you’re feeding the love child he put in you.
Your sugary, soft gasp tethers him to reality. Eyes fixed on his restrained dick, begging for release.
“Kento, you’re so…” your dulcet voice trails off and you palm his length through his pants.
Nanami hisses. Unashamed of the growing stain of his precum seeping through his khaki work slacks. Not the first time.
“Let me make you a mother, baby.” His voice grazes the shell of your ear and you shudder into him.
“Ken.”
So “stern” but you keep petting his dick in the way that drives him insane. “We can’t because I think I—“
“You’re ovulating.” He finishes your thought with a buck of his hips into your hand. Greedy for more touch. More warmth.
Fine, fine. You’ve already compromised with him to stop taking the birth control and track naturally. He won’t push it. Watching how your hormones ebb and flow within your body is a privilege, so he won’t push.
For now.
“Let’s get takeout, baby.”
(PART II)
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There were very few sights that Simon Riley had engrained in his brain- but this one? This one had to be his fucking favorite.
You were lying underneath him, a thin layer of sweat coating your body, your mouth agape and eyes rolled into the back of your head. You were cock drunk.
His eyes were glued to you, and he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he blinked. Simon usually had quite the stamina, but the glorious sight of you underneath him had his orgasm rapidly approaching.
“Taking me so fucking good, sweetheart.” Simon groaned, his eyes threatening to squeeze shut in pleasure. “Feels so good around my cock.”
“Simon, please.” You moaned breathlessly.
“Please what?” Simon teased, leaning down to nip at your neck. “You begging me to make you cum?”
You gave a weak nod, unable to form a coherent thought. You loved sex like this with Simon- you loved when he grew possessive and dominant, as it was always something he included in the bedroom. You loved when he fucked you dumb.
“What my girl wants, my girl gets.” Simon growled, snapping his hips against you as hard as he could. “Go ahead, love, cum for me.”
You let out a guttural moan at his words as your pussy clenched around him. Your orgasm rippled through you, your body convulsing underneath Simon as you lost all sense of reality.
Simon let out a low moan of his own he struggled to hold himself above your frame- his cock spurting its seed inside your velvety walls. “Fuckin’ hell.”
He pulled out carefully, laughing softly at your whimpers. He pulled you close to him, not caring about the mess the two of you made- he just needed to feel you against him.
He pressed a kiss to your sweaty brow, a proud smile lining his lips when you gave a hum of approval. “Such a pretty little thing you are.”
Simon’s eyes still remained glued to your frame, his brain burning the image to memory. The sight of you right now, completely fucked senseless…maybe THIS was his new favorite mental image.
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