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ub-sessed · 6 months
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I know someone already did a poll like this but I can't find it, so:
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highladyjane · 3 months
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Colour me delulu and lost, but I love how these 2 passages between 2 endgame couples from TOG and CC who CHOSE each other as mates follow it with
"I thought it was obvious" 👀
and how both scenes parallel with Elriel - which is by now more than obvious who the next Maas-novel will be about 😉
Does that perhaps hint and mean more than intended, Sarah? 😏
Funny how, in all 3 scenes they all were about to do "something" but suddenly can't go through with it right there...
Lorcan and Elide (EoS, ch. 60)
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Probably don't mean much in context, but the same exact wording is also found in Elain and Azriel's very first interaction btw 👀 (ACoMaF, Ch. 24)
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But just Who was Azriel willing to offer up his life for? Read 'A Court of Wings and Ruin', Ch. 64-65 😉 And in ACoSF, ch. 22...
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... where in the very next page, Az says...
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But, reading further, What (and Who) does Azriel really and actually want?
Bryce and Hunt's scene in HoSaB, ch. 17 has wordings that parallel well and has the same energy as Az's BC during Solstice in ACoSF where we find out exactly What and Who Azriel wants.
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And it's pretty obvious who Elain wants - and she herself knows it too.
Another fun parallel is that Bryce is formally engaged to Cormac; while Lorcan is bound by the Blood Oath to Maeve at the time in both scenes - just like Elain formerly was with Graysen and then bound through the Mating Bond with Lucien - which were all the reasons why they couldn't do what they wanted to... Yet. 👀
Yet, will you look at that... Elorcan and Quinlar were endgame.
Through ✨️Free Will. Choice. True Love.✨️
I can't wait for Elriel to both finally figure it out and prove the Cauldron and "the forces that be" wrong and trump any predestined mating bond 😌
🥖🫓🥨🥐🍞👥️👀
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*this has been in my drafts for a month while re-reading, and I haven't finished HoFaS yet, but pretty sure it still applies well 😜
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princexael · 9 months
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oikawapng · 10 months
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guardian's rebirth
iwaoi. strangers to lovers demon hunters au modern fantasy multichapter & complete rated e read here: ao3.org/works/35201593
or: oikawa tooru, 27-year-old assistant professor, specialized in mythology, and heir to the oikawa group thinks he’s haunted. iwaizumi hajime is a (tired) demon hunter who’s definitely not getting paid enough for this shit. chaos ensues.
art by @flunflun
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sopheadraws · 2 months
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The aromantic flag selected from this photo of my cat >:3
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amplifyme · 1 year
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Third Time’s a Charm
The X-Files. MSR. Rated: Teen & up. WC: 664. Read on AO3.
Tagging @today-in-fic
​He rolls over onto his side and finds her looking back at him in a mirrored position. They’re both still struggling to catch a deep breath. His bedroom smells of sheets a week past needing changed and just concluded sex. How does one describe that particular aroma? He thinks about it for a second and decides that mutual insanity fits pretty well right now. Folie au deux.
“Do we…” he hesitates, not sure how to put it. She is solemnly studying him with eyes that shouldn’t be as dazzling as they are, since his bedroom is illuminated only by the streetlights leaking their dim and hazy light through his open blinds. Far-off thunder rumbles quietly in the distance. “Should we… do we talk about this?”
Because Mulder thinks that falling into bed with Scully once is an anomaly. But twice is deliberate. And this third time is… what? A commitment? A habit? Maybe a declaration that this is no longer just a thing they do when under extreme stress? That perhaps now it’s something they engage in simply because they want to?
After all, it’s just a weeknight, and like many others before it. Living room well-lit as they go over files, sharing decent take-out and maybe a beer. No stress other than the low simmer of anxiety that’s always there. Everything just like it's always been before. And yet, somehow, they've found their way out of their clothes and into his bed. For the third time.
“What’s to talk about?” she lazily counters, drawing a damp palm across his collarbone and down his chest. “It is what it is.”
This is not the sort of remark Scully makes. She considers everything very carefully. Disassembles a thing and studies each separate part before she begins to reassemble the disparate segments into something she can explain in lengthy and often incomprehensible language. Her laissez faire attitude unsettles him.
“Well,” he begins, “because this isn’t.. it’s not. I mean, this is not what we do.” He takes in a deep breath. “Normally.”
“Apparently it is now,” she rejoins.
“And what do you think about that?”
“Do we need to discuss this?”
“I think so, Scully. You know how important you are to me, right? I mean, you do know. Don’t you?”
She’s still stroking him, up and down his body where she can reach, slow and precise, and it makes it hard for him to think. He’s thirty-seven years old and should require a bit of time between rounds of the horizontal mambo, but apparently his body is dialed into eighteen and perpetually horny. He’s flabbergasted by the ability of his penis to take a licking and come back ticking so quickly. Or maybe it’s just because it’s Scully.
“I know how you make me feel,” she declares.
“How’s that?” He’s honestly curious. Because the tone of her voice leads him to believe it’s something good. But nothing comes easily with Scully. She makes him work for almost everything.
It’s quiet long enough that he decides she’s going to ignore his query. But if it’s reticence, she hasn’t informed her hands of that. They’re still busy speaking their own language against him. Her legs have become tangled in his, dragging the satin of her skin across his. He can’t help it: he has to reciprocate. It’s too tempting to keep touching her in all the places he hasn’t been able to before.
He pulls her closer and gets busy with her mouth for a minute. They break their wet kiss and she breathes, “Desired,” against his lips. “Necessary,” she whispers across his chin. “Alive.” The word brushes the line of his cheek. She pulls back and cups his jaw in her talented and capable hands. Her swimming pool eyes threaten to swallow him whole. “Safe,” she proclaims.
His eyes slip shut at that. He wishes it were so. More than anything. She says it a second time, softly upon his face, and kisses his closed eyelids.
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Notes:
Random brain dump so the muse can concentrate on a longer piece in progress. Mostly freeform.
Until next time…
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filet-o-feelings · 6 months
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Tease Tuesday + WIP Wednesday
Thanks for the tags for tease tuesday and/or wip wednesday @ramonaflow @mallpretzles and @hippolotamus 💕
I didn't have anything to share yesterday but I finally managed to write something that isn't for smutsgiving or frozen over fest, so here's a little of the magical realism coffee shop au-
On his breath out, he’s reminded by the snarky guy that he still has a job to do when he chimes in with another question. David glances at the clock, counting down the minutes until he can get out of here and bury his head under as many lumpy motel pillows as Stevie will give him. With any luck, he’ll smother himself under the weight of so many pillows he won’t have to worry about returning. “Hmm?” He asks, using as few syllables as possible to convey that he needs this guy to repeat himself. His head is pounding and he can hardly focus on anything. “What would you recommend? What’s your favorite?” “Mmm, that would be a caramel macchiato with skim, 2 sweeteners and a sprinkle of cocoa powder,” he replies. He’d downed one before clocking in this morning, but he could really use another, actually. “I’ll take one of those, then, too.” David takes the payment and name - Patrick - and sighs in relief as snarky Patrick heads to the counter to pick up his order and David realizes nobody is lined up behind him. He closes his eyes for a second, and he swears the pain is beginning to subside, finally. He hadn’t had time to take any additional medication, so he was expecting to deal with this for the rest of the day, if not into the coming days.
I'll tag @beaiola @jamilas-pen @statueinthestonetoo @treluna4 @smallumbrella369 @demora00 and anyone else who wants to share words for whatever day it is where you are when you read this 😁
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andorshitdaily · 2 months
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I've double checked the list this time I promise 😭
nominating Leida. whatever success means to her, I think she's gonna chase it
perhaps i should've publicly posted the list. alas
Leida officially on the list! and one more slot remains.....
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jtargaryen18 · 1 year
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Note to self. The next time you get writer's block, don't try to get back in the groove with a trope you've never written before. Oi!
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rescuefield-a · 10 months
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instead of finding me a date--- can we go on one?
so ungrateful i'll have to check my schedule, but i could make it work 🙄
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unhhhhbelievable · 2 years
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THE DRAGULA TITANS CAST IS FUCKIN SICK'NING
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1-1-s1ay-2-2 · 1 year
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I know you are aware of my beacon!
I've sent out a call, a beacon of the heart two different times in my life, and both times I got back a lesser version of the one I was seeking. The third call that I am sending out, I will receive my real twin flame. God has a plan for us, to give us hope and a future!!!
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let-them-fight · 4 months
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can we stop doing this trope
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deltacable · 19 days
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TEST
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man-made-object · 1 year
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they gave me a new graphics card and power supply. they packaged it like it was brand new but it's not, it's still charlie
so glad it works because the lady at the place i picked it up at just fucking. rolled the box like a ball to get it out of the back room. like what the fuck are you doing. just push or drag it. it's like having someone beat my wife (reference)
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batty4steddie · 2 months
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obsessed with this scene part 3
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