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rockybloo · 1 month
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Louie and Rosetta because I haven't drawn them in awhile.
Regardless of the amount of time that passes, I just keep returning to the spawn of the devil and the church girl he has a big ole crush on.
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lanasblood · 11 months
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𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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NETEYAM X FEMALE READER
summary: after fate brought you to awa’atlu and you felt hope for the first time in so long, the sea became the lonely witness of a bittersweet love, making you quickly realize how life withers as fast as it blossoms [takes place five years after the events of atwow]
chapter 0: prologue (incl. audio element) chapter 1: skyracer (4.9k) chapter 2: sun may shine (soon) chapter 3: take care of you (soon) chapter 4: nights in white satin (soon) chapter 5: nothing is lost (soon)
content: a mix of former-enemies to lovers and star-crossed lovers, major character death(s), mention of incurable illnesses, grief, war, skypeople, alcohol, parties, melancholy, life and death, nsfw (minors dni), boyfriend!neteyam, mention of past relationship(s), takes place after atwow, all characters are aged up, will probably have two endings but we'll see, very angsty, like very very angsty, please don't read if you're uncomfortable with the topics mentioned above.
genre: hurt/comfort, a bit fluff, lots and lots of angst
warning: this story will make you cry. please read at your own risk.
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© 𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖠𝖲𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖣 2023 — please do not copy, modify, steal, or translate any of my works on any platform.
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tadpolesonalgae · 8 months
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Rhysand x reader: Star-crossed lovers - Drabble
A/N: I’m an asleep-by-eight-wake-up-at-six kinda person, but am currently writing this at 2:26am because my dog needed to go outside (this is the second time)
Summary: modern reader gets woken up by her dog who has a poorly stomach. Trying to avoid waking her boyfriend of four years, she sneaks out the back door onto the terrace, clad in one of Rhys’ shirts and some slippers. She notes the time on her phone, takes some dog treats to call him if he takes too long, and heads out into their back garden.
“Did I wake you?” You whisper, soaking in his warmth as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling your back gently against his front. “Not at all,” he replies, pressing a sleepy kiss to your night-mussed hair. He pauses for a moment, then, “maybe a little.”
You laugh softly—how he can be in such a pleasant mood when you’ve just woken him up in the liminal hours of night you can’t understand. You turn in his arms, hand sliding over the hot nape of his neck as you push onto your tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek.
Ithan had probably eaten something a little off in one of the fields today, hence the needing-the-bathroom situation in the middle of the night. Still, better he goes outside than on your bedroom floor—which you’ve managed to avoid happening so far. Touch wood.
“I’m not complaining, but what was that for?” He murmurs, squeezing you slightly, allowing you to greedily take in his heat. “I love you,” you murmur back, fingers threading through his soft, thick locks of hair, going against their grain. Rhys makes a rough but affectionate sound in the back of his throat, resting his forehead against your own. “I love you, too,” he whispers onto your mouth.
You smile onto his lips, both your arms sliding over his powerful shoulders. Without really thinking, you press your lips against his—softened and heated with sleep. Another one of those pleasing sounds drags from his throat, and he kisses back lightly. Then deeper.
When you pull away, he dips forward, nipping at your lower lip gently. “What was that for?” You laugh quietly, keeping within his heat. “I love you,” he whispers back, smiling cheekily, the buttery light spilling from the open door warming his handsome features. “You might have a slight case of morning breath, though,” he teases. You gasp at him, then huff out a puff of air in his direction.
He makes a faked choking sound and you both descend in to quiet laughter. “How charming you are,” he mutters over your mouth, smiling onto your lips. “So long suffering,” you shoot back, but try to at least turn your head a little, in case he was serious about your breath smelling bad. He grunts softly in agreement, before grasping your jaw lightly and pressing another kiss onto you.
This one’s deeper: slower, but more intense. Your arms tighten around him, fingers wandering through his hair as his hand grazes the pathway of your spine. You arch into him.
A slight breeze blows, and you shiver, tucking yourself further into his warmth. “The sky is beautiful tonight,” Rhys says quietly. You pull away a little, peering up into the darkened heavens.
Beautiful isn’t the right word. Not for something so integral in nature—it doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s simply what it is. Then again, if you had to assign a word to the clear night sky, how the sparkling pin-pricks of light gather in spots to map out constellations, how there isn’t a cloud to be seen and instead it’s just endlessly stretching whorls of starlight blending into distant galaxies—beautiful would have to do.
“It’s…” you fumble for words, but thought trails off as you take in the starry night. Rhys nods, understanding as he gazes with you, “it is.” Such a rare sight. One that you’ll treasure in the silvery pools of your memory.
“Maybe we should go camping,” you whisper, half joking. “Then we could wake up in the night, and have some snacks under the stars.”
“We could do other things under the stars, too.”
You smack him lightly on the shoulder.
The bastard laughs.
“Okay, I promise not to taint your chaste ideas with my filthy thoughts,” he chuckles, both arms wrapping around your waist. You hum softly in response, hoping to sound displeased. He can definitely feel you smiling into his chest, though.
You both fall silent again, and your eyes droop, weighed with fatigue. In the back of your mind, you consider telling him to go back to bed—Ithan will probably take a while. He likes sniffing things. But the thought falls away as he pulls you a little tighter, and starts swaying.
It’s not obvious, nor pronounced, but a calming left-to-right. Lulling you deeper into that dreary state, beckoning you with soft, warm hands. A quiet sigh slips from your lips, and you nose at the shirt he’s wearing—smelling so delicious.
You nearly jump out of your skin when a wet snout brushes the dip of your knee, startling in his arms. Rhys lets out an obnoxious laugh that spills into a genuine one when you shoot him a scathing glare. “That’s what you get for almost nodding off on me,” he chuckles, bumping his nose against your own. “Prick,” you mutter, but press a kiss to his chest.
“Alright,” you sigh, stepping out of his warmth, “inside, hound.” Rhysand moves to guide you into the house, but you turn to your dog, “you too, Ithan. Inside.” From beside you, Rhys lets out a snort, shoving you lightly as you pass the threshold of your home, closing and locking the door once you’re both in, eager to return to the warm comforts of your bed.
All three of you settle quietly, and you bask in the soft warmth of your bedsheets, the coolness of your pillow, and the male body that lies beside you as he tucks you into his chest. Presses a kiss to your forehead. And flicks off the light.
Taglist: @myheartfollower @tcris2020 @mali22
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The main relationship in Moon in the Day between Do-ha and Ri-ta is unhealthy and obsessive and insane, but it works because the way he treats her is also insanely respectful. Like he starts by giving her the choice to die or remain as a servant, and he keeps giving her choices, which is the thing he doesn't have. She asks if she has to stay alive and he tells her that he wants her to stay alive, but she can choose. Then he gives her an opportunity and choice to escape before the wedding, even though he desperately wants her to stay. He even apologizes for being selfish and keeping her with him. After the wedding, he asks if she can call him husband, even though it will get them both killed if she doesn't, it's her choice.
It's why I still want them to be happy despite all the murder.
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niishiki · 4 months
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“You know what red carnations mean, do you?” As Merlin regarded her only with a blank stare, Mary laughed. “They say ‘My heart aches for you’.”
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shortpplfedup · 2 months
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7, 12, and/or 16 for the tropes ask game! (Sending several in case you get duplicates)
7. Star-Crossed Lovers
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I think it's established that I'm not really an Until We Meet Again girl but when it comes to this trope it is undeniably the single best execution of it in BL to date.
12. Forced Proximity
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To My Star does this one best for me, because the reasons they're forced to cohabitate make sense, and their gradual lean toward each other was executed fantastically.
16. Boy Next Door
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Do you even have to ask? Bad Buddy executed this flawlessly, combined with a number of other tropes in a high-wire act that it managed to keep balanced the whole way through.
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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It is impossible for us ever to belong to each other.
George Eliot, from Middlemarch
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igotsnothing · 6 months
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pianotuna · 2 years
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Characters: Bog King and Marianne
Media: Strange Magic (2015)
Voiced by: Alan Cumming and Evan Rachel Wood
Setting: Dark Forest / Fairy Kingdom
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afairycreature · 7 months
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Sarah Bahbah’s 'Fool Me Twice'
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followmybadreligion · 9 months
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“Save Me”| Masterlist
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"How many times have you saved me from myself?" 
-Yandere!Demon!Seonghwa x Reader Insert!
The Prologue 
Chapter One
Trigger Warnings:  This story will contain very mature topics, including suicidal thoughts/actions, death/past lives, depression and mental health, intense, "savior" complexes/ideology, graphic scenes, mythology (about demons), sexual references/actions, and cursing/swearing.
A/N: Hello to anyone who may be reading. I want to preface this book by saying that this is a project I've created to help me come to terms with my ideations and struggles. Hopefully, within writing, I can create a pleasing story for you. Thank you for reading.
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rockybloo · 1 year
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LOOK
The son of the devil has fallen for the preacher's daughter!
I haven't drawn Rosetta and Louie in a bit but that's their plotline all summed up.
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lanasblood · 11 months
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𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘 | Prologue
pairing: neteyam x f!reader
summary: after fate brought you to awa’atlu and you felt hope for the first time in so long, the sea became the lonely witness of a bittersweet love, making you quickly realize how life withers as fast as it blossoms. [takes place five years after the events of atwow, neteyam is alive]
warning: this story will make you cry. read at your own risk. 
read first chapter →
voice-over by @neteyamfromwish (scroll down for details) 🔊 volume up + use headphones for best experience 🎧✨
note: I am excited to announce my upcoming neteyam mini-series. special thanks to @eclipseatsea​ who gave me the courage and motivation to publish this poem as an intro for the story. she’s such an inspiring person, make sure to check out her beautiful writing if you haven’t already 💕
and again, thank you @neteyamfromwish for being so kind as to complete my request. I don’t know about you guys but I’m in love with this audio, it fits the story and the mood perfectly. for more info, check his website. I highly recommend giving it a try!! the accuracy to neteyam’s voice is chef’s kiss, and I cannot wait to share more with you ✨
let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist 💗
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(in case the video doesn't work, i'll leave you the poem here):
for even in the darkest of times, the moons and stars, they always gave you signs. 
with each passing night, you learned more, of the art of loving and losing, and what else was in store. 
back then, the gentle beat of his heart by your side,  comforted you like a river, making calm and serenity collide. 
that night's bright light did glow, with a slender crescent in tow, along with stars above the green trees’ crown,  the deserted sand illuminating on its own. 
the shadows of his lashes long, cast upon his blue cheeks, so strong, the constellation of freckles, like little diamonds,  his beauty almost ethereal to be described by words. 
though you had known him for years, you never looked at him with such conscious fears,  his exhaustion was evident to see, the cuts on his shoulder, the wounds on his knee,  his chest held an elongated scar, that reminded you of the one on his hand so far,  you tried to avert your eyes, but failed, and let yourself sink back, blanket well-veiled. 
a tattered poetry book, a relic of his father’s past,  that you gently reached for, its words meant to last,  the old paper, faded and so rough, the letters, black ink, good enough. 
all I loved, I loved alone, the last words written, all unknown, you knew not much about poetry or rhyme,  but the words cast a spell that stole your time. 
staring out at the endless sea, counting sheep,  with tears in your eyes, you finally found some sleep. 
stars die softly, he had once said with a sigh,  wishing people could do the same, quietly passing by. 
but you wished no one would die and no death would ever come near,  not on nights like this, neither now nor here. 
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kaizsche · 8 months
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i fall to the place where our story began.
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elena gilbert/finn mikaelson
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“What does it taste like?” Eve asks with child-like curiosity, her bright eyes seemingly unable to tear themselves away from the ripe fruit hanging precariously by a thin branch.
He rises, plucking the small fruit in his hands and presenting it to her. “Taste it.”
She averts her gaze, cheeks flushed in shame. “Elijah, he said not to eat it.”
“Why not?” Finn tilts his head, still holding on to the fruit. “You can have whatever you’d like, didn’t Father say?”
(Every 500 years, Finn dreams. He dreams of sunshine and laughter, an eternity of torment, of death and blood. After each dream, he finds her but is always far too late. Until he isn't. Late, that is.)
Day 17 of AUgust: Fallen Angel
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Finn dreams.
He dreams of a gentle breeze mussing the appendage on his back, of high laughter piercing the sweet air, and the tangy aftertaste of a red fruit crunching beneath his canines. 
“Brother, what are you doing?” 
ao3
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niishiki · 4 months
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He laughed as the image of Merlin in this ridiculously large duffle coat came back to him. He had looked as if he was drowning in the coat. “Well, he’s only tiny, I guess so I give the crew that. Now that I got to know him a little, though … I have to admit that he’s … he’s a really special person.”
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shortpplfedup · 2 months
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7. Star-crossed lovers, please
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I'm gonna cheat a lil bit and go with I Feel You Linger In The Air simply because Jom and 1928 Yai were always doomed to lose each other. The only version of Yai Jom can build a life with is Modern Yai, and we have not and may not ever see that.
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