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blakbonnet · 4 months
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I hope y'all know that Ed gets a kiss from Stede for every little thing he does btw. Finds a new message in the bottle? Gets a kiss. Puts away the dishes after lunch? Kiss. Calls for Stede to take care of a spider for him? Big kiss. Smiles at Stede? Nose kiss. Scowls in his sleep? Forehead kiss.
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slfcare · 9 months
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Light always always always beats the dark. No matter how faint or weak, no matter how fragile, no matter if it flickers or burns, it wins time and time again.
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jamskateable · 8 months
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Gabriel flaunts his pretty body without realizing it. he doesn’t scold any wandering eyes, though. after all, is it such a shame to admire God’s greatest creation?
or he’s just THAT oblivious. no one knows, really.
either way, his charisma, his diligence, and his half-naked lounging have earned him the appreciative eyes and ears of every angel in Heaven.
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jingsyuans · 4 months
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My favorite trope:
Reducing big strong men or refined men (it's Jing Yuan and Neuvillette 😔 I ain't slick) into pathetic messes from pleasure
I want him a drooly, whimpery, moany mess as I overstimulated him 😤
plEASe there's something so hot about seeing composed men turning into the neediest of sluts jhhufsfeed
Honey, please I want him clawing at the sheets and can't think straight and is crying because he feels so good
My theory ☝️🤓(sorry) is that to get both Jing Yuan and Neuvillette to a state like this, it takes… several days. You have to coax them to be this needy, mold them into being just gooey enough that they’re left with nothing but that needy feeling.
You let your touch linger. Visiting him at work more often than you usually do- this would certainly catch his attention. But it’s fleeting. The first time, he only got to catch you from the corner of his eye before you were turning the corner and leaving the building. The next time you were able to greet him properly, but shortly leaving afterward. The next visit, a kiss to the cheek and a touch on his arm.
The next, you were pulling him aside and kissing him breathless, but your hands never wandered, always staying above his shoulders.
If you want someone like Jing Yuan or Neuvillette to melt down, you need them to need you. To want you bad enough. So the process into getting there may be torturous, but well worth the wait when they’re leaning into you and moaning so pretty.
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dear-ao3 · 5 months
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What were your thoughts on what happened at the F1 in Vegas?
positively bonkers
literally so much to unpack but most notably
lewis hamiltons fits
all of the instagram admins having sphere time
dishonorable mention for whatever the mclaren tire strategy for oscar was
carlos having his disney prince moment coming ahead of both mercs after toto said he deserved the grid penalty
williams in q3?????
oscar driving with the insanity of lando in mexico
the charles overtake
whatever that whole monologue the announcers had during practice was about oceans 11 (that they got wrong)
the alpine french civil war on track
max verstappen ultimate insane arc saying he would burn it down if he was a fan, sending the fia his regards, hating the track, then winning and singing viva las vegas (is this man ok?)
honorable mention for the netflix cup
the fact that the grid flipped like 12 times
lance stroll ???? arirana what are you doing here!!!!
whatever was happening in the back of that rolls with charles max and checo
everyones interviews were unhinged this week but especially valtteri saying that he wouldn't bring any of the other drivers drinking with him because they would slow him down.
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heartscrypt · 9 months
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tumblr has no idea about the thoughts that have been plaguing me (jamiazu miraculous ladybug au)
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just-some-brainrot · 10 months
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wild: ever fought a lynel?
legend: yeah, why?
wild: wanna play a game?
legend: yeah, why?
wild: cool so would you consider yourself pretty confident on horseback?
legend: yeah, why?
wild: ….so in order to play Ride or Die—
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dazai-fan-page · 5 days
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oh the urge to write a fic where someone fakes dazais death and chuuya gets to go batshit to get him back is stroooooong
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pokopippitypop · 1 year
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i just think that steve and robin bickering about han solo being hot after they watched star wars and steve thinking everyone thinks harrison ford is hot because he’s an actor and his character is portrayed as sexy and obviously that excuses wanting to fuck him 
steve: pff, how do you not find harrison ford hot? he’s an actor
robin: uhh so what if he’s an actor? he’s also a man, Steve
steve: yeah, duh, but like actors are, you know, like made out to be objectively attractive, it’s like his whole character, everyone thinks he’s hot 
robin: not if you don’t like men, dingus!
steve:
robin: 
robin: do- do you think harrison ford is attractive?
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malachitegrey · 2 months
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1. What are the rules?
Be chill, tag appropriately.
2. How does this work?
Sign up for a posting date, and when that day comes post a sex pollen fanwork and add it the AO3 collection. Yes, that's really it!
3. Does it have to be pollen?
Not at all my dear! Anything that can be classified as "outside substance compels you to do something" is welcome.
4. Does it have to be explicit?
No my darling honeypie! This is an 18+ only event due to the whole. Sex Pollen. Thing. BUT, you want cuddle pollen? A love potion? Wanna write just the aftermath? That's all good! "Foreign substance changes intimacy levels" is the brief.
5. Does it have to be a fic?
No, lambkins. Art is also very welcome here. You can also do collabs at will! Pair up with a writer/artist! Triple up! Quadruple up!
6. I...need a prompt
Well good news me fine jacksauce we have a prompts doc!
7. Is there a minimum or maximum word count?
No! Go to town! Or just to the corner. Whatever. We're not cops.
8. I still have questions
@ a mod babe!
9. Why are you calling me pet names in the FAQ?
Why don't you like it 🥺
10. I mean it's fine it's just not very professional
If you're looking for professional you're in the wrong server/event sugartits!
Here's the discord link again as a reward for reading to the end! Pollen away!
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defectivehero · 14 days
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Hello! :D Please write about a villain who has been searching for hero, only to find them dead asleep while on the job or something. Feel free to ignore <33
thanks for the ask! here ya go; sorry for the delay.
The villain almost regrets rousing the hero from their evidently unplanned slumber, as the hero blinks dazedly and their brows furrow. All the tension that they abandoned in sleep returns. The villain watches as the hero pushes themself up from where they had been resting on their desk and turns around. Once recognition flashes in their eyes, the tension and wariness promptly slip out of the hero’s form once more.
The villain doesn’t know what to think of that—of the fact that the hero visibly relaxed upon seeing her. The thought that the hero is comfortable around her… The notion that the villain is deemed as safe, even in the briefest of moments…
“You are very fortunate that it’s just me,” the villain murmurs, falling prey to the urge to run a hand through the hero’s hair. The words slip from her lips before she can stop them—something that happens rather frequently when she is in the hero's presence.
“Yeah, yeah,” the hero says with a roll of their eyes. It’s clear they’re too tired for this conversation, but the villain has never prided herself on being merciful. "What are you doing here?"
"I needed to speak to you," the villain responds after a beat. I just needed to see you, she doesn't say. She takes a slow breath, struggling to tear her eyes away from the hero. Her enemy has always somewhat captivated her; from the moment they met, the villain knew the hero would become a frequent—albeit uninvited—visitor to her mind palace.
"About what?" The hero hums, traces of sleep still evident in their voice. Upon closer examination, they do look rather fatigued—dark circles under their eyes, shoulders sunken as if visibly straining from the pressure of it all. The villain is struck with the inexplicable urge to frown in sympathy.
What did she want to speak to the hero about? Why is she here, again? Any of her rational thoughts seemed to fade away in the face of the hero's sleeping, vulnerable form. She tries to collect her thoughts. She can only focus on the clear weariness that almost seems to cling to the hero.
"You should take a half day," the villain blurts out, in lieu of answering the question. The hero is merciful, and only raises an eyebrow before gracefully allowing the change in subject.
"Half days don't exist here," they murmur, just loudly enough for the villain to hear. It takes her a moment to process that statement, and another to truly comprehend it. The villain isn't exactly surprised—hero agencies were never reasonable when it came to work boundaries and the concept of overtime. She doesn't miss her hero days.
"Says who?" The villain then remembers to ask.
"My boss," the hero sighs. "Besides, I need to be here. Otherwise... things will happen." They glance pointedly at her. The villain hums.
"But I'm right here," the villain says, a plan beginning to form in her mind. "I'm not harming anyone. I don't have any plans to do that today." Tomorrow may be a different story, but her enemy doesn't need to know that.
The hero sighs again. "I know," they say resignedly. Her enemy almost looks like they're pouting. The thought amuses the villain. "I'd take your word for it, but my boss wouldn't."
"Hm." That leaves only one option, the villain thinks. "Well, it appears we'll have to resort to drastic measures." She announces. The hero looks up at her in confusion. The villain grabs them by the arm and yanks them up to a standing position, ignoring the flicker of panic in their eyes. "Congratulations, you're getting kidnapped."
Other than that momentary flash of fear in their eyes, the hero looks entirely unbothered by the situation. They follow after her with little complaint. "This is the opposite of a half day," the hero mutters, looking both irritated and resigned to their fate. The villain feels a small smile working its way onto her face.
"Just trust me," she says, rolling her eyes. She tugs the hero along after her, until, moments later, the two of them are standing in the alleyway next to the building. The villain looks to her left, then to her right. There's no one in sight. "Now you can leave. If your boss asks, you were kidnapped. By me."
"This isn't really... believable," the hero frowns, looking down at themself. Gods, why does the hero always have to make things so difficult for themself? They're stupidly self-sacrificing. Somehow, this checks out—the one time the villain endeavors to do something nice, the hero self-sabotages it. "I'm not injured or anything. They're not going to believe me if I look entirely unscathed-"
"You're right." The villain interjects, losing any remaining patience. She takes a deep breath, reels her arm back, and punches the hero in the face. She bites down a laugh at the utter shock and betrayal on her enemy's face. The hero hisses and wipes blood from their lips, before staring at her with a murderous expression. "There." The villain says casually, unable to ignore the sharp satisfaction at seeing the hero's rare anger. "Now your boss will believe you."
"You're crazy." There's a convoluted mix of emotions in the hero's voice. The villain can't fool herself into thinking she can comprehend just what the hero is saying through their expression and posture.
"Enjoy the rest of your day off," she instead smirks, sending a wave over her shoulder and walking away. The villain doesn't need to turn around to know the hero's eyes are following her as she departs.
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this villain just wrote herself. idk what else to say.
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dorcasmeadoweswife · 3 months
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don't we all love a good "smart girl x funny guy" trope?
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Gwaine: So I heard you like bad boys?
Merlin: Not really
Gwaine: Oh, thank god
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assistedbytherats · 1 month
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Me, praying: if I’m being called by a deity, I’m so sorry but I have a long history of being oblivious/in denial. I’m inviting you to be as bold as you have to be to get my attention.
This bird showing up on my path to campus:
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Me: wow I’ve never seen that type of bird before, usually birds this big don’t show up in the city streets unless they’re those ducks at the park.
Also me: I know I just asked for signs, but this probably doesn’t mean anything, I’ll hold off blogging about it too. (I’d started drafting a post about it potentially being a sign, but ended up deleting it.)
I get to where I’m heading and-
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Me: someone was probably feeding them. Its funny that they’re all gathered there though.
And then on the walk back
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My friend has informed me that these are juvenile southern black backed gulls, also called kelp gulls. Apparently they’re considered pests, so ofc I adore them unconditionally.
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defectivevillain · 8 months
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these jagged scars
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Act One summary:
That familiar analytical gleam in your eyes lives in Hannibal’s mind as he sinks his teeth into his prey. Despite your departure hours ago, Hannibal sees you sitting across from him at the table. Dining alone has never bothered him; yet, right now, he can’t help but desire your company—your scintillating conversation, your sharp wit, your clever smirk. Indeed, his table feels uncharacteristically empty. Hannibal stares at the chair across from him—the same chair he’s grown accustomed to seeing you sit at—and takes another bite. Flavor explodes on his tongue, yet you are what dominates his thoughts. 
Your experience in criminal profiling means that you've met a wide variety of people from all different walks of life. You've stared down hardened criminals and fought for your life against people hellbent on killing you. Even so, something about the FBI's new target, the Chesapeake Ripper, seems to elude you.
Then you meet Hannibal Lecter: an enigmatic jigsaw of a man with jagged corners and misshapen pieces.
Fortunately, you've always been rather good at puzzles.
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this broken design | 16/16 chapters | 64k words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
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Act Two summary:
You wish you never met Hannibal Lecter. But you yearn for his presence.  You want to forget him. But he never truly leaves your thoughts.  Now, you’re left to pick up the pieces of a broken design. A battle of instincts rages on in your mind—one of bittersweet relief and cloying grief, fearless resolve and poignant regret; a clashing between affection and antipathy, pride and pain. What will win, in the end? Only time will tell. 
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this winding labyrinth | 5/? chapters | 26.3k words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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greaserink · 6 months
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