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love [phone]

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7 a.m

Saturday, a pleasant morning, and the fragrance of coffee, milk & cookies. Coffee for Fyodor & Milk for Nikolai. Sitting in the garden, Nikolai's naked back on the grass as he bites on the cookies, listening to Fyodor reading the Saturday morning article to Nikolai whilst sipping his coffee.

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[Au] Saturday morning solemnities: The stench of sex blendes with the aromatic scent of coffee, cigarette and Oda's spice, musk + rose perfume. Oda having cheese crackers with a cigarette & a cup of coffee whilst writing (which he secretly publishes for the Sunday papers), trailing soft kisses against Ango's cheeks and forehead, whilst having Ango cuddled up naked in his lap, in a sweet relaxed slumber, drooling.

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but now my love is gone

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Silly potato ran away from my soup pot.

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Ask me cool questions you all. :(

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The person who asked if they can follow me. Well yes you can. Sorry the previous post got deleted accidentally.

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My tummy hurts.

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I love you

Oh. Thank you.

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Whoever came up with the idea to have Perseus sharing a flying sandal with Andromeda I need to kiss you in the mouth shake your hand

Perseus (1973) short film, available on YouTube.

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ace detective more like ace DEFECTIVE

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[Sskk 8k pornographic + angst fic.]

⠀⠀⠀⠀Silently writing in stylish letters down his pristine white notebooks [which he wishes to send to publishers by the next two weeks], or sometimes reading a book in his own little world. Swirling the piece of chocolate around his tongue, his coloured eyes lingering in languorous movements over the pages of the book, whilst dancing his feet, playing with his oxfords with his naked feet [all in his own world with no volition of his own psychological senses].

⠀⠀⠀⠀He was an ordinarily different person. Dreamy, innocent looking, dainty with a light touch of dolour painted on his face. Something like: an epitome of the sculptor's perfect craft, which he, the sculptor had given endless sleepless nights to make it look the divinest. Something melancholic, for Akutagawa understood the mad contrariety they had. And whatever this sweet mad little emotion fabricated up the blood of his heart; it was in the ordinary order of life: frivolous. 

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Fyolai is an agonising 'romance duology'. Nikolai wants 'freedom' whilst Fyodor is the one who's desperately persuading freedom; eradicating ability users. His ability is a curse of eternity. An ability that comes with a history; plethora of agonies.

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Bittersweet And Strange

A fyolai royalty/omegaverse au

Rated: E (for eventual explicit smut)

Chapter: 1/?

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky x Nikolai Gogol // Fyolai

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The fyolai royalty au omegaverse that im having too much fun writing

Bittersweet And Strange

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untitled part 1: everything and nothing

“The first installment from the ongoing tape, ‘untitled’. An intimate dialogue that weaves back and forth between representations of a figure (of resistance) and subject with, Soha Bechara, ex-Lebanese National Resistance fighter in her Paris dorm room taped (during the last year of the Israeli occupation) one year after her release from captivity in El-Khiam torture and interrogation centre (S. Lebanon) where she had been detained for 10 years, 6 years in isolation.”