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ramblesofcomfort · 10 months
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Pick me apart, make me who you want me to be.
Make me who you want to love.
Make me easier to love.
Please
~ Meaghan. B
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transflipper · 8 months
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As Good As Gold
By Nicole Armas (MissVoltara)
"Seraphita had been drawn to the young priest since he had first arrived to Ambricourt and she saw those mournful, dark eyes of his. She had always been intrigued by priests. They were aloof and unobtainable conduits of God, His obsidian-clad anointed servants on earth. They were holy avatars for the love of God and Seraphita wanted to snatch the young cleric within her grasp and keep him to herself. She wanted to know if she could reach her Creator through him.”
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Rape/ Non-Con
Category: F/M
Summary: Seraphita has an unhealthy obsession with her parish priest. Believing that he's an angel sent from Heaven, Seraphita quickly becomes determined to make him hers.
Status: Ongoing
Ao3 (X) or Wattpad (X)
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heartbrokenlove · 11 months
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You say I have an overactive imagination but what else can I do? It's the only place I get to keep you.
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enigmatic--soul · 6 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Konan/Uchiha Obito, Nohara Rin/Uchiha Obito Characters: Konan (Naruto), Uchiha Obito, Nohara Rin, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Adultery, Implied/Referenced Cheating, ObitoxKonan, Smut, Shameless Smut, Quickening Sex, Quickies, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Dom/sub, Master/Slave, BDSM, Not a Love Story, One-Sided Nohara Rin/Uchiha Obito, One Shot Series: Part 1 of The ballad of the paper butterfly torn apart by darkness Summary:
[ObiKona] | Modern!AU | PWP - - - It's Obito who causes her a state of anxiety. It's Obito who seeks her, who invokes her through words mischievously whispered during furtive phone calls while her husband is away on business; he calls her to superficially inquire about her conditions, about her work, but above all to tease her with a few but depraved words, carefully chosen, because he is well aware of the effect they cause on her psyche irremediably ruined by his seduction games.
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littldoll · 2 years
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i love dolores; she was such a strong girl , she didn’t deserve wht happened to her ♡︎
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I still love you.
Don’t underestimate the depth of my love for you.
I still care for you.
I still love you.
Mᴏɴᴅᴍᴀ̈ᴅᴄʜᴇɴLɪɴ
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jaysswords · 2 years
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Is there a time in your life where you start talking to a certain person and that certain person suddenly one day just stops talking and you're just there waiting trying to figure out the reason but you can't find any. The day keeps moving on as usual and you also try not to think about it but somehow you end up thinking about it at the end of the day.
Then the stalking phase comes where you check every now and then whether he's online or not. The interesting part here is, even when we see them online we just stare at that word "online" thinking when that word would change to "typing..."; But it doesn't, does it? Eventually, that then becomes a habit of checking again and again and again... Until at a point, you realise there's no point of checking out anymore because that "certain person" clearly doesn't care, neither wants to talk to you anymore. Ya, it's that same person with whom you once had long phone calls at night, texted each other throughout the day. Letting them know every small thing about your day. And the one day THAT person just leaves. Out of nowhere without giving any reason, without saying anything he just ghosts you. The same person who said to you "I don't wanna lose you." How ironic huh?!
You then realise he's just fine with it... Fine with not talking to you. And here you are just stalking him, crying for him, thinking about him. Thinking that he might text again or call again. You keep on checking the phone for that one fucking notification to show up but it doesn't! And deep down you know it's not gonna happen but still you do with that one little shitty hope you've for that guy. But ended without saying anything. So, then you move on but it's hard, ask me "why?" because that "certain person" is in the same class as you. Haha! You've to see him everyday, and up close.
Sounds funny right? HA!
Well, that's some fucked up shit right there, I suppose.
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ohwowwirisb · 2 years
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At 4 Am, I woke up to my busy mind thinking about you again.
The day before, you communicated with me after two weeks interval which you usually do. I realized you’re someone who’s insensitive to even take responsibility of your actions and words. I thought age would make Men mature but apparently, it’s not the case for you.
I understand that you do not find us ready for any commitment. I agree naman. I never wanted to force that on whatever we had. I guess I just wish you didn’t have to be a jerk about it. I have feelings too regardless of the way I responded to you. It was something out of feeling that I like you. I guess maybe on that part it’s debatable.
Do I like you as a whole or Do I like the idea of you?
It doesn’t matter if you ask me “Nawalan ka ng gana sa akin” Whether I have feelings or not; If I want to see you or not; If I want to be with you or not; It doesn’t matter because you don’t care. That’s how I see it.
You’re not even sorry about the way you acted hot and cold towards me. Am I just supposed to accept this behavior from you? No!
Para saan pa ang nangangamusta ka every two weeks?
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ramblesofcomfort · 6 months
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I found solace in the silence after your departure, I finally found the answers to all my questions…
I wasn’t enough…
Strangely I still went on.
~ Meaghan. B
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ordinarilyunique · 2 years
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23. July 2022 | What if...
I haven't seen him for over one and a half year. To be honest non of us knew why it took us so long to reunite. We both are introverts that's why I was really surprised to hear that he found himself a girlfriend in the meantime. Found and lost. That's why we are sitting in this chinese restaurant now. He needed company and I gladly offered my support.
I wanted to go for Burgers but he suggested this place instead. They are serving dishes from his hometown and he wanted to share this with me - or maybe he just felt some kind of homesickness after suffering from a broken heart.
Normally I'm really quick in the bathroom but today it took me long to get ready. I dressed up nicely, picked a skirt instead of jeans like I usually do.
It was fun to meet up and realise nothing has changed. He was always really humble, respectful and smart and still is. Only I became much more decent. I remember that I sometimes teased him a little because he acted like an introvert and I never really understood him. Sometimes I thought he might have a crush on me but was to shy to express. But after knowing he had a girlfriend I completly got rid of this thought. Or maybe it was just that he was from Asia and I'm a European girl.
He told me about a friend studying with him who recently got married - in Europe - to an asian girl - and also showed me pictures of his nephew who was born last year. The way he talks about his sisters baby makes me think about him as a dad. Would he make a good dad? I don't know.
We finished lunch and the waitress came with the bill. She was a cute, asian woman around our age. Wouldn't she fit perfectly to him?
We again argued about paying.
"You can pay next time", he said.
"You said this last time already!" I laughed. I can't remember if he really did, but I'm pretty sure it was like this. We agreed on splitting the bill.
When he left for the bathroom the waitress was looking at me, asking: "Are you a couple?"
I felt a bit intimidated. What if I said yes?
"No, just friends." My heart was pounding.
"Oh, I see. In China it's normal that your boyfriend pays." She smiled gently. Stupid european girl, I thought to myself. Heat started to manifest in my body.
"How... how do I know if he has feelings for me?"
We sat in my car, making our way through the rowdy city traffic. He had asked me if I wanted to see his office. Despite that I really wanted to see it I said yes. I wanted to spend more time with him. When we walked through the empty campus I was looking into the big window areas, reflecting our silhouettes. Would we make a good couple? Do I look like someone he would go out on a date with? Why did the waitress asked such a thing?
I felt nervous, not knowing why.
In the office we met only an exchange student - also from China. How does it look to him, that his colleague is bringing a girl to the office on weekend? Did he showed his ex around as well?
He made coffee for me and we sat in the common room, talking about the future and where we see us in five maybe ten years before my attention got distracted. Behind him was a bookshelf with German and English books. We found a comic in my dialect and he was trying to read it out. Actually he did pretty well, but I started to mess up the languages because I was a bit confused. He speaks German pretty well, I'm sure about this, but we never tried. We always spoke English with each other. How would it be if I brought him home? He would definitly speak German with my parents to be polite.
"Do you have other plans for today?", he asked when we were back in the car.
"I wanted to go to the bookstore before I head home." I don't want to go home. He asked if he could join although he didn't need anything. Of course I said yes.
On our way back from the bookstore we walked next to each other. Suddenly he changed his coat to the other hand. He could just grab my hand this way. Again my heart started to pound. Such a small detail but it caught my attention rightaway. Would he take my hand? Do I want him to hold my hand?
Before this thought could carry me away a man approached me, asking me for money. I hate situations like that. Some of them really need it but others do it for their own advantage. He scared me a bit but on the other hand he seemed as if he was in real trouble. I wanted to help but I didn't had any cash with me and more and more I felt unwell because he was persistant and I didn't know how to cut loose from this conversation.
The way he touched my hand was so incredibly gentle that I wasn't even astonished by the feeling. When I looked at him he softly pulled me with him.
"Let's go", he adjured and without waiting for my reply he started moving, holding my hand until we reached my car.
"I felt sorry for him", I tried to justify myself.
"It's okay. I know."
We stopped infront of my car. I knew that it was goodbye now.
"Shouldn't I bring you home?", I asked again. He had denied before already.
"It's the other direction. I took enough of your time already."
"I wouldn't mind. I enjoyed meeting you again. Please let's not wait another one and ahalf year."
"I promise."
We hugged. We didn't hug eachother when we sayed hello to each other. I couldn't help but close my eyes.
"I'll wait until you left." To make sure you're okay. I waved him goodbye as I sat in the car and he really waited until I left the parking lot and approached the first traffic light. Then he left for good.
On my way back home I felt uneasy. What if one of us had just been brave enough? What if I had a message on my phone I hope you have arrived safely. What if it really had happened this way?
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"Perhaps, it is the greatest grief, to be left on earth when another is gone."
"I would recognise him by touch alone, by smell.
I would know him blind, by the way his breathe came and his feet struck the earth.
I would know him in death and the end of the world."
-The Song Of Achilles, Madeline Miller
And I would recognise her. By touch alone, by smell. I would know her blind, by the way her breathe came and her feet struck the earth. I would know her in death and the end of the world.
Because she's half of my soul, as the poets say.
And, now I am just made of memories.
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heartbrokenlove · 11 months
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I know I said it didn't matter how we ended but sometimes I wish you had tried to keep me or least pretended letting me go was hard and that it hurt you as much as it did me.
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jesncin · 3 months
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"Who Is Superman? A Private Interview with Lois Lane" a fancomic about hope and connection. I've had this story in mind for so long and I'm very excited to be able to share it at last. Thank you for reading, and happy Lunar New Year!
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wasabi-gumdrop · 5 days
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local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6
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lackadaisycal-art · 2 months
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I'm getting so sick of major female characters in historical media being incredibly feisty, outspoken and public defenders of women's rights with little to no realistic repercussions. Yes it feels like pandering, yes it's unrealistic and takes me out of the story, yes the dialogue almost always rings false - but beyond all that I think it does such a disservice to the women who lived during those periods. I'm not embarrassed of the women in history who didn't use every chance they had to Stick It To The Man. I'm not ashamed of women who were resigned to or enjoyed their lot in life. They weren't letting the side down by not having and representing modern gender ideals. It says a lot about how you view average ordinary women if the idea of one of your main characters behaving like one makes them seem lame and uninteresting to you.
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