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I really crammed mermay this year didnt i? 😭
Anyway enjoy two cuties finding love in the middle of the 1800s in the Philippines 💖
I’m sick of all the brooding vampire stories. Like, I want a vampire like Elle Woods from Legally Blonde. Just a girl who’s all in the pink girly stuff and OWNING IT.
Like, Imagine a family of dark Victorian Vampries who are very traditional with a vampire daughter who’s wearing a Y2K pink sparkly jumpsuit with her nails freshly painted and her familiar toy poodle in her purse.
“Oh yeah! My Dad is Zachaeus Van Hellwrithe the III! I know he looks like SUUPPEER intimidating but, like he’s super sweet. We even got our nails painted together! :)”
She’s not treated like an outcast from her family and they fully embrace her pink sparkly quirkiness.
What's one of the best tropes and why it is "someone hurt my beloved and now I'm about to [eldritch abomination noises]"
The giant is more scared of physically contact than the tiny 🥺
oh this one is an interesting reversal too ! maybe the giant is afraid of hurting their tiny friend... or maybe the giant has a sensory thing where they find physical touch (and especially lighter and smaller touches like that of smaller beings) unpleasant and they legitimately can't help it.
whether the giant wants to overcome their fear or wants the boundary to be respected, it's an interesting dive into their character.
「 RP MEME : ONLY ONE BED . 」 * change pronouns as needed .
‘ why did you book us one room? ’
‘ i’m sleeping on the left. ’
‘ just a warning, i hog the covers. ’
‘ if you snore, i’m hitting you. ’
‘ it’s fine. i’ll take the floor. ’
‘ it’s so hot in here. ’
‘ there’s no way this bed is big enough for you and me. ’
‘ hey! no cover hogging. ’
‘ i didn’t mean to wake you. ’
‘ i have to face the door. ’
‘ come on! i’m so cold. ’
‘ don’t feel like you have the take the floor on my account. ’
‘ we’ll be fine. ’
‘ maybe we should cozy up together. ’
‘ this is going to be the best night ever. ’
‘ the innkeeper said this is the last room. ’
‘ i was having such a good dream, too… ’
‘ there’s not even a couch in here? ’
‘ i think it’s big enough for both of us. ’
‘ you think we could get a refund? ’
‘ can you close the curtains? ’
‘ shh, it’s okay. i’m here. ’
‘ you’re kind of warm. ’
‘ there’s no way we can exchange rooms now. ’
‘ aren’t you cold? ’
‘ don’t look at me! ’
‘ i sleep commando, just so you know. ’
‘ come here. ’
‘ how could i have known? i was in a rush! ’
‘ you have to be freezing down there. ’
‘ i’m not facing you. ’
‘ haha, i never knew you had such bedhead. ’
‘ sorry, did i wake you? ’
‘ do you normally have nightmares like this? ’
‘ this is going to be the worst night ever. ’
‘ sharing a bed with a pretty girl like you? count me in. ’
‘ why the hell did they book a room with a single bed? ’
‘ i know we’re undercover and all, but this is a little extreme. ’
‘ we can sleep in shifts. i’ll take the first watch. ’
‘ don’t even think about cuddling me. ’
‘ it was just a dream. ’
‘ i heard you calling their name. ’
‘ you sleep like a rock. ’
‘ did you know you snore? ’
‘ you did this on purpose, didn’t you? ’
The “robot that isn’t supposed to feel emotions gains the ability to love and while frustrated and confused it simultaneously is the most wonderful thing it has experienced” trope never ceases to get me idc how many times it gets done I will eat that shit up I don’t care. Know this about me
When she’s walking away from him but he grasps her hand from behind to stop her and that just pause for second to just look at each other before speaking >>>>>>>>
the good plant pollen
pairing: fem! recom reader x na’vi miles quaritch
summary: getting hit by a sex pollen on your first mission as a recom was not exactly ideal, but thankfully your colonel helps you out
warnings: dubious consent (due to sex pollen), pwp, masturbation, sexual tension, p in v sex, public sex, voyeurism, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, na’vi heat cycle/sex pollen, power dynamics for sure (you’re his subordinate)
word count: 12.5k (HELLO???) not even sorry, my hands ache tho (from typing, not anything weird)
a.n: i requested something similar from @shadowshart but realized I wanted to play with this idea myself also lmao (read their story it slaps!)
GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH BACKSTORY I’M SORRY OKAY.
also thank u to my roomie for helping me with ideas, love u s.
dts: to the lovely @shadowshart herself (im ur biggest fan fr, sorry i flood your inbox) & @tarrynightss for beta reading, love you bae <3, @spiderlover03 for wanting this fic so bad and always, @belle82devart
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✤ — Universe: Euphonious ✤ — Concept: It's time to part ways ✤ — Characters: Xiao, Alatus A/N: Here's the extended angst~ itwasntmeanttobe~ Also, this can be read as a standalone!
It was a flower between hearts that yearned to connect, yet cannot.
Perhaps in a different time where he is not shackled by his duties, and where you aren't meant to be so far...
Maybe that is where you both will allow the flower to bloom—and not to wilt.
Xiao
"Daybreak,"
That's your time of departure, he knows. He hears that man—Zeta, a good friend, you said—inform you.
"Two days from now."
He heard that two nights ago. That daybreak is meant to be today.
Perhaps that is why you're standing beside him, in the morning, with the rising sun as a witness—and not the moon. Singing, as you did the previous nights.
Though for some reason, even when he is lulled to solace, he can't help but notice that this song of yours has gotten more mellow, more despondent.
He doesn't like to think that it's because you're sad that you're leaving.
Because then, he's prompted to believe that you don't want to leave him.
And he loathes that, heavens, how he despises the idea.
"It's time, [Name]," he hears someone say, and you echo off the last notes, voice almost breaking.
Because he's not meant to feel this stupidly enchanted by a simple mortal. In a matter of days, no less.
Indeed, Xiao detests it with every fiber of his being, down to the very core.
Yet, when he feels your hand land on his arm and his eyes meet your [c]s that tell of an eternal goodbye to a love that can't flourish in this time...
When he hears the delicate sound of his name rolling past your tongue despite the melancholy tone that matched your smile as you turned to leave—as he watches you disappear down the road to Liyue...
Xiao notes that—with an empty chest—no matter how much he abhors that he was so easily taken, he doesn't regret those nights.
And he doesn't regret meeting you.
Alatus
There is relief in knowing unsaid sentiments—feelings that needn't be shown, words that needn't be uttered.
Just the small tingle of a spark, or the race of the heart. They are all that's ever needed to imply the similitude of ardor.
Shoulders grazing, fingers barely touching, the sun rises.
"That's quite the sad song you sang," Alatus smiles, "You're not thinking of requiems now, are you?"
A breathy laugh escapes as you jokingly hit his arm, the blues of your smile dissipating with the rising sun. Surely, if there is a way to eternalize a moment, he'd do it.
Your name is called just as the rays peek through the mountains.
The Yaksha can't help but dampen his chapped lips, his nerves relaxing for resignation to slip in.
He looks at you, only to find you already looking at him.
Goodbye. Untold words.
I'll miss you. Untold feelings.
Alatus allows his stare to linger, "See you next time."
Hope for a reunion.
You nod. "Next time."
Somewhere, someplace, again—with you.
a/n: what else stings than the trope 'right person, wrong time?' :')) im bitter i need fluff now, im sorry xiao TT
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❃ day three
-> first to lose
❃ day eight
-> second to lose
❃ day thirteen
-> third to lose
❃ day eighteen
-> fourth to lose
❃ day twenty three
-> fifth to lose
❃ day twenty six
-> sixth to lose
❃ day twenty nine
-> seventh to lose
❃ first of december
-> winner
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➥ Rockstar!Chris x Reader (f) — 3.2k
➥ The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.
⚠ — Heavy thirsting, semi-public sex, crass language.
➥ Of course he has hundreds of fans screaming his name — he's a rockstar. The problem is something happens to him every time he's performing, and you just can't stop staring.
“What a goddamn exhibitionist,” you shot a pseudo-nauseated look at the huge screen in the green room, trying to veil how turned on you were behind some sass.
Exhibitionist? Not quite. Chris Bang was a premium-quality attention whore, which was exactly why he was in show business.
People screaming his name. Singing all the words he penned by heart, no matter how obscene they were. He could just stand there for an entire hour doing nothing, and the crowd would still complete the setlist all by themselves.
Oxy? E? Coke? Nope, none of that.
Nothing came close to that rush he felt every time he walked out on stage. That high platform was his personal pedestal where he was treated like a sacred god with hundreds of devotees worshipping at his feet.
He couldn’t go very long without his fix. He was fiending for it. He violently got off on it. It was his biggest kink.
Literally.
And there it was happening again right in front of your eyes.
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“Oh, you just need to flip the switch over there,” Sidekick called to Hero as they made their way through the control room of Villain’s lair.
“How would you know that?” Hero spun on their heel to face Sidekick.
Sidekick froze. “Uhhh, lucky guess?”
Hero frowned. “No. It is not a lucky guess.”
And it wasn’t. Sidekick had been sneaking out every night to meet up with Villain’s Sidekick to do…things.
“You know what? I don’t want to know.” Hero flipped the switch and continued on.
I read among us fanfics almost all day. I hope its not a new brainrot, oh god.
But why there is only one fic with imposter getting caught in a glass cube. And they spent in there less then two sentences, I'm kinda disappointed.
I want the crew to carefully plan and catch the imposter like a feral cat. Wrestle them, use ropes, create a containment room, drop a net on them at least something. I don't need your fucking murder mystery, I want the crew to cooperate and try to reason with the imposter. Please.
Put the imposter in a hamster ball.