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leatherdykelust · 2 years
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Getting railed in a sundress season is over, it is now getting railed in a big sweater season
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pharawee · 4 months
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—TWINS THE SERIES · Episode 8
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cuntfan · 1 year
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jeena-says-hi · 4 months
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lossie92 · 5 months
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I have a petition for Kakashi and Iruka in the fic I'm writing to hurry along and get to the spicy part before I go nuts writing so much dialogue 😵‍💫
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pixxyofice · 1 month
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w
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1,003 followers???
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https-kiipxyz · 6 months
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WAS NOBODY GONNA TELL ME ABOUT THIS??????
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AND DONT GET ME STARTED ABOUT THOSE OTHER PICTURES. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YALL GETTING THESE?!?!?!?@??@?!!!!!21!1@1!11!
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rmbaloncesto · 2 months
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Happy birthday bby ❤️
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theearlgreymage · 1 year
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Thank you for the tags today and Sunday!! @ic3-que3n @shrekgogurt @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whogaveyoupermission and @aristocratic-otter
I have an absurd amount of WIPs between my life in the Carry On Fandom and the Buddy Daddies Brain Rot. So I'm going to number my WIPs 1-20 and roll a D20 a few times to decide what you guys get a sneak peak of!
Wands and Hair - A cute little Oneshot that I picked up in the Carry On Server of Simon going feral over Baz's hair held up in a bun with his wand.
He has fairly straight hair that has just a slight wave of body to it at the end. Normally, it's brushed neat. 
But right now isn't normal. It's the end of term. Finals are soon. Everyone's a mess. 
Except Baz. 
The only real tell that he's just as stressed (maybe more stressed since it's actually showing?) is his tie being a bit loose with the top button of his shirt undone and his hair being a little rumpled. In our rooms, he's been twirling his pen and even his wand around the looser pieces of his hair. 
This entire year, he has made it a point to establish that we are not friends. That we will never be friends. That even being acquaintances is out of the question. The only thing we are is roommates. 
Roommates who are on opposite sides of a brewing war within the World of Mages apparently. 
The Mage has tried explaining to me which of the Old Families should and should not be trusted. It was difficult to keep up with all the names. But some names that I have held onto are the Grimm’s and Pitch’s. Baz is both. His full name is bloody Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. 
I don’t even have a middle name, and who knows if Snow is my real last name. It’s just what was written on my arm when the first care home found me on their doorstep. But Baz has a fancy middle name (that he prefers to his first name) and two last names. He also comes from the most powerful Old Family in England, and is fucking ruthless and perfect in everything he does. 
None of it is fair. 
So I’m enjoying this. Watching him. Seeing him finally show some semblance of normalcy as his hair becomes messier and messier with each twist of his pen through his dark locks.
2. Untitled - This will be a multi-chapter piece that isn't going to see the light of day until fall. It just popped into my head this week. But here's a couple little lines I have bouncing around in my head for it. The general premise is "what if Baz was the villain, but not by choice."
I thought it couldn't get any worse. Being locked inside a coffin and fed blood from a plastic cup for an untold amount of time. When they gave me the blood, I realized they had no plans of killing me.
That gave me hope. Someone could find me if I was still alive. (Well as alive as one can consider me.)
But then I felt it. A dark magic. Pulling at my consciousness.
There were words, a spell, coming from outside of the coffin. I couldn't make them out, even with my hearing, but I swore I recognized the voice.
Not that it mattered.
I wished they'd killed me.
Death would be better than this. Being locked inside your own head, conscious of what something else is doing with your body, but unable to do a damn thing about it.
This thing won't talk to me, but I recognize the magic at work.
The Insidious Humdrum is puppeteering me.
3. COBB Project #1 - I may have two different COBB projects in the works right now. I've been furiously typing away at these babies this week since I'm on a break from work.
I’m scared that I won’t be able to tell Simon everything on this list. That the memories will start to slip away over time the longer it takes me to find him. It’s inevitable, and I know that from experience. 
I can barely remember my own mothers face at this point. 
I try not to dwell on that too much. It will get me nowhere to worry about my own deteriorating thoughts when I could be putting that energy towards actually finding Simon. 
He disappeared in the aftermath. As the light surrounding him and the Humdrum slowly dimmed until it was nothing, and then there was a crack in the air. In the atmosphere. It was like a dam had broken. Everything went black in a heartbeat. I couldn’t breath - whether from whatever was happening or from the feeling of being back in the coffin I don’t know. 
I passed out. 
And when I came to Simon was gone. 
Little did I know at the time that the entire world as we knew it was also gone.
4. Honeypot - If you haven't watched the Buddy Daddies anime yet, please do. Trust me. It is worth it. This one will be a lengthy Oneshot. It's been living in my drafts for the last 3 weeks. I swear I'll finish it soon.
Kazuki is acting weird about this mission. Which I guess is fair - I’m breaking our normal routine that we’ve built up over the last few months. 
What Kazuki doesn’t know is that this is normal for me. Well, for a younger version of me. 
A version of me that had just figured out a big part of why I had no desire to carry on the family line, and wanted to rebel. 
A version of me who just wanted to feel something. 
I’d spend my free time rotating between a variety of clubs that catered to a specific type of clientele. The kind that would be willing to not ask questions beyond safe words and how I wanted to be fucked into the mattress. 
It was thrilling for a time, letting someone so close. It would be so easy for them to end me if they wanted to. A strong enough hand around my throat. A hidden blade in my back. Part of me craved it, to be free of the monotony of it all, but I could never let my guard down enough for it to happen. Not that anyone ever even tried. 
In the end, the thrill wore off fairly quickly. 
Except for one club where I found I enjoyed it a bit more than the others. A man who knew exactly what to whisper in my ear to make me shiver.
TAGGING TIME
I literally cannot keep up with all of you guys. You're all so gosh darn talented and constantly sharing pieces of your work. So, I'm sorry if you've already uploaded your WIP's and I'm double tagging you for the day.
@stardustasincocaine @ivelovedhimthroughworse @buffy @ionlydrinkhotwater@artsyunderstudy @palimpsessed @onepintobean @confused-bi-queer @martsonmars @hushed-chorus @nausikaaa @fatalfangirl @larkral @ebbpettier @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart @yellobb @johnwgrey @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @letraspal @thewholelemon @foolofabookwyrm-activated
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iroissleepdeprived · 2 months
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Wait, hold up, is it already March?
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skeletonlover69 · 3 months
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im going to sleep again but, i have 300 followers?????
thanks. so glad u all like bones too
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larz-barz · 5 months
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WAITWAITWAIT WHEN THE HECK DID I GET 100 FOLLOWERS ??!!!
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IM SORRY WHAT
if this turns out to be true i'm going to be insufferable
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ghostlyfanparadise · 1 year
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golden-rats · 1 year
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Ok but imagine Rain sleeping in a tank. Not always, just sometimes he needs the embrace of water all around him. Maybe it eases anxiety and nightmares. Maybe he needs it to recharge after an exhausting week.
And now think about his body. His appearance. Mid length, sea blue hair floating around him. His body starting to shimmer like scales. Gills getting more prominent and his tail subtly changing in shape.
He sleeps curled up. Arms wrapped around his knees. Tail close to his body, covering him partially.
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chvoswxtch · 10 months
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not me forgetting I leave monday for a work trip and I literally have not bought a single item or packed a single thing
not very virgo of me
pls keep me in your thots as I stress buy/pack 🙃
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