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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 11 months
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marvel twitter videos
warning, some nsfw videos <33
im high n horny
either dilf!bucky with you after your babysitting shift for his kid or uni bf!bucky when you decided to get a snack for the movie
you and steve after smoking a joint
perv! matt checking on the toy he put in earlier
best friend peter noticing you need some friendly help during a sleepover
you and dilf bucky on the floor as soon as the kids leave bc he wants to knock you up again
promising to teach eager and innocent steve when he wants more then just best friend cuddles
study buddy peter
loki with his toys
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lesharl-eclair · 7 months
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i ah.. i wrote some simi poetry ? maybe
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annotated version under the cut because i talk too much
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ahahhaa. hope you enjoy this feeble attempt at rpf. i'll shut up now. :)
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awellreadmannequin · 3 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam Characters: Rose Lalonde, Roxy Lalonde, Kanaya Maryam, Calliope (Homestuck) Additional Tags: Angst, Mental Health Issues, References to Addiction, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, continental philosophy, Rose Lalonde hates herself Summary:
How is a person supposed to go on? When the world you have always know crumbles away around you, how are you supposed to orient yourself again? You found an answer to that question once. At the bottom of a bottle of tasteless liquor. Since then, you’ve been forced to rely on inertia to keep going. But here, in this new world you helped create, inertia has faltered. Nothing happens anymore. All the people you depended on are either missing in action or busy. You know, logically, that what you need is to build a new support network. To strengthen the relationships you have until they can support you when you stumble. But how are you supposed to do that? All of your friends are just as traumatized as you. None of you have any real life experience beyond the game. The weight of not just a lifetime but an eternity without the basic social knowledge necessary to build and maintain stable and caring relationships looms over you. Everything feels so hollow now. What was the point of winning — of creating a new world — if you don’t even have the requisite mental and emotional configuration to enjoy it? How are you supposed to go on, Rose?
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authorofemotion · 1 year
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Tell me about the new OCs?!?!
KAJFJAJJFJF OKAY SO
this is for my wip The Lanternkeepers, set in a post-cataclysmic world where there has been a huge regression in knowledge and society functions on the bare bones of what used to be a huge city. also they’re all superheroes in the middle of a centuries-old war :3
Viri— Hero, 17
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Short and with a chronic limp. Her power is matter manipulation—specifically making things more or less malleable or changing their state of matter. But what she can do with anything else, she cannot do with herself. She’s in a constant battle with her own chronic illness as her joints stiffen and she cannot loosen them. Her main weapon is the extendable staff she uses to help her walk.
Ellis—Hero, 18
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Tall and slight, finds it difficult to put on muscle. His power is super strength and coercion. Except because of his stature he gets really weak after exercising his super strength and has to eat/regular strength train a lot more than normal to try and keep up with the toll of his Talents and he’s really bad and actually doing self care. Also he hates eye contact which he needs to coerce people.
Henry (Hen)—Hero, 19
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His power is invisibility, which he *hates* because his whole life has been overshadowed by his sister and he has felt ignored and invisible. He betrayed his whole family by joining the heroes specifically because he wanted to find a place where she wouldn’t block out his contributions. Unfortunately he’s mostly hated because he tries and makes himself known by playing a ton of pranks. And his whole family has disowned him and also hates him now ajdjakfjjf. He can also manipulate light rays to cast illusions but hasn’t figured that out yet.
Tallo—Hero, 18
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The runaway. He is very mysterious. As much as he likes to crack jokes and put everyone at ease, no one really knows…anything about him. His superpower is very powerful telekinesis that he pretends he’s not very good at at all. Has very bad migraines.
Lenna—Hero, 14
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A little silly goofy and also not about to let anyone underestimate her. A little headstrong. Very sweet and caring. The middle child with a love/hate relationship with all her siblings. Can control water.
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clairecrive · 1 year
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Eddie Munson Masterlist
For my favorite dungeon master and soft boy <3
Legenda: + fluff, ^angst, * smut
Find my other masterlists here.
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"Sweetheart" +^
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So this prompt list really stuck with me, and I decided to pull some ficlets from it to get back in the swing of things.
I have 8 randomly selected pairings of character and numbered prompt, thanks to the help of a friend blind choosing for me 😂
I'll be yeeting these into the void as I finish each one and then I'll make a master list afterwards. They will be tagged with [#prompt run] in the meantime. These are unedited and unbeta'd - we die like men I guess lol
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Aizawa Shouta - #4 “I swear i’ll do things differently this next time.” - angst - approx 1k.
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You knew his injuries were more severe than he would let on, simply from the way that he held himself during your shared patrol debrief. What should have been a quiet night had turned into a dangerous take down of one of the low-life criminals who’d been skulking too close to UA’s outermost border. He looked just a little too rigid, speaking only when prompted by the Commision rep who sat at the head of the hastily arranged ‘conference’ table which now took up the back half of the teacher’s lounge. Any other onlooker would think nothing of the large hand spread carefully over his ribcage, or the way that he hovered behind the chair instead of taking a seat. But you knew better.
Shouta always shrugged off the healing heroes and EMTs unless he had no other choice. If he could walk away from the scene, he did. Even when–much like today–he should have allowed someone to at least check him over. You had seen his right side had taken a few too many direct hits during the battle. A risk that he ~~and you begrudgingly~~ accepted, since his quirk required a direct line of sight.
The last three years as his patrol partner gave you more insight into the man than most other people had been granted, more even than you bargained for to begin with. His silence spoke loudly, but by the end of the first year, the language of his body was even louder. Whole patrols often passed without a word spoken between you, and it felt natural.
From the very beginning, moving with and around one another in a way that allowed your quirks to work together effectively, happened without so much as a forethought. Being with him was easy. And recently, your thoughts about the ease of being near him were beginning to bleed into other parts of your imagination.
You had to get away, while you still had a little of your resolve left to spare.
But those feelings had been easy enough to bury, until now.
You couldn’t afford to get caught up emotionally with a partner. Especially not with Aizawa, and especially not now, with the League of Villains sniffing around at his first-year students. Since the battle at Camino, he’d been getting progressively more reckless, and you didn’t like it.
You knew where he'd be, and you found him just as you knew you would. Rounding the corner into the large locker rooms, you caught a glimpse the black and purple blooms decorating his ribs just as his shirt fell into place over the expanse of his back.
"So are you just determined to make a martyr of yourself before the end of the year, or are you going to let someone look at those clearly broken ribs?"
The way he went rigid made clear the fact that you'd managed to startle him, yet another thing that grated at your patience. If he hadn't heard you approach in the quiet school, how could he possibly ward off a villain in the field while in this state?
How could he possibly keep himself safe if he kept going like this?
"I'm fine." His words came back sharper than he usually spoke. Threatening to cut the fine threads of his tolerance that remained in place.
"You're not fine, Shouta. I mean fuck, with the way those bruises look, you could be on the cusp of an internal bleed! Why won't you just let them heal you?"
"Because that will take me out of the patrol rotation, and we can't afford to not have my quirk available during an attack on the grounds."
"What we can't afford, is for you to be killed!" You practically scoff in your frustration, trying to keep the angry tears from escaping. "If you won't let me have your back out there instead of running off headfirst at every one of these low-life thugs that skulk around in the woods, then I can't–"
He spun on you as quickly as his injuries allowed. Dark eyes glazed over with something even darker, a scowl more menacing than anything he'd turned in your direction before. Your hero name sounded wrong, foreign In the way he nearly barked it out to cut you off. "Can't what? Can't trust me?"
He pressed closer, his nose nearly bumping yours as his steely resolve met your angry tears head on. "You know that nothing and no one will keep me from trying to protect my students."
"That's not what I'm asking from you, Eraser. I care about those kids just as much as you do, and you know it. Your hurt, and you're angry, and you're not fucking listening to me!"
He softened suddenly then, as if he finally realized the way he'd been crowding you so aggressively. He shifted back slightly, granting the both of you a moment to breathe. Then..."I'm sorry, I shouldn't have–" he rushed, reaching out to you.
"I just can't let myself do this." You choked the words out, your resolve buckling under the weight of the hand that came to rest on your shoulder, sliding down to catch your wrist when you finally turned away. "I'm sorry, Shouta, I can't. I, I'm putting in for a transfer."
"What? No, I'm sorry– you know I wouldn't hurt you." he said matter-of-fact, gently squeezing the hand that remained firmly in his grasp. "If I don't know what you mean, we can't get past this."
"I can't do my job if I'm constantly distracted by you. Worried about whether or not you're safe."
"Please, just hold on a second and let's figure this out. I can't afford to lose you, you're the best partner I've ever had. Just tell me what's going on, and I swear I'll do things differently next time."
You met his eyes again and found them no longer angry, but still intense. Relentless.
Finally pulling your arm away from his grasp, you began to step away "No, I can't. It's too dangerous."
Those hero's eyes that saw everything, and usually understood even more than that, looked helpless.
Like he was already lost.
Like he was almost afraid to ask.
But he asked anyway.
"I'm too dangerous?"
"No. Not you, Eraser." With that you turned away fully and took one step, and then another away from him.
"What then?"
You stopped then, and hesitated. You knew that if you turned around, you wouldn't have the strength to leave him alone. So when you finally answered him, you didn't look back.
"Falling in love with you."
You left him standing there, shocked, alone, and unable to tell if the echo of your words came from the concrete surrounding him, or simply within his own mind.
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I’m writing a tokyo revengers smut scenario, any volunteer to beta read?
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timetot · 2 years
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It’s nice, having the bunker so full. It reminds Castiel a bit of life in the garrison, though angels did not so much live in each other’s pockets as much as they existed together as one, singular notes in the harmony of Heaven, cogs in the machine that kept each other and capital “e” Everything running smoothly. After all, there is no singular multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent without the sinusoidal wave itself. Angels are defined as the empty distance between each other and the troughs and crests of the cosmos. Castiel should know—removing himself from the wave threw the whole thing into discordance. Now it is a flattened thing, the frequency tuning lower and lower to the weakest of radio waves, stretched out to almost nothing as the wavelengths are plucked from it. Only nine angels left in Heaven. The absence of wavelengths. What even is the absence of empty gaps?
thinking way too hard about the line "multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent," specifically the wording wavelength and not wave. ben edlund what's going on up there?
can a physicist tell me if this makes sense, or at least as much sense as spn's metaphysics allows? please, i am but a simple ecologist. :(
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clairetalon · 1 year
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i wrote a fourth chapter for the Candehyarzad fic yesterday, but um it turned into almost 4k words so i need another day to edit it lol i plan to write and post ch 5 and 6 during the long easter weekend between april 7-10, which is when i'll also try to start the ei/miko one (ch 1-2 hopefully)
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claire8216 · 2 years
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My problem with writing is that when I do find the motivation to actually do it, I’ll finally finish a section and then spend the next week obsessing over and editing it and refuse to just move on.
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feral-ballad · 2 years
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Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Jess”
[Text ID: “I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”]
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boyfriend! peter thoughts bc i need to talk about it like now
-always sitting on his lap. always. whenever you’re in his room and he’s at his desk doing work he pats his knee and you trot over and sit on his knee and he bounces it slightly while he explains his work while you just listen and nod
- takes photos of you 24/7 and sticks them up all over his room. he also has a polaroid camera where he takes dirty photos of you and looks at them while he jerks off
-builds lego sets with you and keeps the extra pieces at the end of the build to make something else for you out of the spares
-whenever you get anxious or overwhelmed he shields you from the world, answering questions for you, calming you down, ordering for you etc
- he is always playing with your hair or jewelry or some part of you he can reach and admire. also a reason to smell your perfume 
-im getting a weird feeling about gummy worms. like he always has some? just on him to randomly pull out and munch on? his fav are the yellow and red
-you often stand on his toes to kiss him bc hes reallyyy tall
-he always guides you through sex. always. coaxing you through things, checking in on you. i have a feeling he cooes at you a lot, that faux pity voice that drives me wild. 
-when he drives you places he has a hand on your thigh, on your headrest when hes backing up and he always has an old radio station that no one cares about but he does for some reason
-really into bondage. or that whole helplessness thing. knowing youre so fragile and vulnerable with him drives him wild bc he feels like he can corrupt you
-so supportive. even if its kinda from a distance, like maybe hes not the loudest one clapping bc he is kinda introverted, he always shows up to your events and supports you/ gives you so many pep talks about how awesome you are
- likes head scratches and when you nibble on his fingers
- teaches you video games without mansplaining things and then lets you teach him your interests 
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lesharl-eclair · 6 months
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wrote this on thursday.
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awellreadmannequin · 3 months
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Writing update
So with the new semester starting up I have more time to write stuff that isn’t about intangible cultural heritage (psyche, my fiction still is about ICH, fuck you). I’m pretty close to finishing chapter two of >Reorient, which should go live sometime in the coming week. It looks like it’ll be about as long as the last chapter, which is pretty cool. After that, I’m going to put that fic on the back burner for a little bit. I have an idea for at least one more chapter after this one, maybe two? I want to do an engagement chapter for sure and maybe a shorter, fluffier wedding chapter? Honestly, I haven’t quite decided. I think I want the final chapter to be a graduation chapter (minor spoilers for chapter two), which might wind up being more of an epilogue/lead in for the sequel I’m planning.
But all of that will come later in the year, because before that, I want to finish The Cadet, as promised. As it stands, that story sits at around 10 000 words and I think I have about 5000 left to write. So I should be able to get that done before the end for the month. I think I’ll refrain from doing any major revisions for this version, since I’m probably just going to publish it on this blog. If I decide to do anything more with it in the future, it will probably require some substantial edits. However, for now I just want you guys to read it.
Once The Cadet is finished, I want to write the first chapter of a fic set in the same continuity as >Reorient, but twenty years down the line. I’ve tentatively (that’s al lie, I’m fairly certain this will be the final title) >Vriska: Reconcile and, shockingly, it’s about Vriska. I haven’t fully worked out the details, but the highlights are that Vriska turns up in the >Reorient timeline with significantly less time having passed for her than for everyone else. Terezi has not yet returned from paradox space and Vriska finds that she fully has no idea how to live in a world where things are just… fine? Since the theme of this fic will be reconciliation, I want to focus heavily on Vriska reconciling with herself, reconciling with her friends (specifically Kanaya, Terezi, and Karkat), and reconciling with her life-world. There will be vrisrosekan. I’m sorry, there just will be. There might be some vrisrezi too. What can I say, I love lesbian drama. In >Reorient, I’m trying to focus on Rose’s changing understanding of significance as she matures, so in >Reconcile, I want to focus on how maturing changes Vriska’s understanding of relevance. My plan is to make >Reconcile a bit — just a bit! — smutty. But, like, in a sex as plot device way not in a sex as pure titillation way. I don’t know, we’ll have to see.
After I get the first chapter of >Reconcile out, I’m going to switch between writing chapters of the fics until they’re both complete. The Cadet is intended to be a standalone story, but if it gets a positive reaction, I could be persuaded to write more stories in that setting. There’s some pretty neat stuff in Aeschia (that’s the name of the world, dw about it) that The Cadet never even touches. Like lesbian vampire Jesus being burned at the stake to absolve vampires of the need to feed on human flesh or the Cold War style arms race to develop psionic weapons capable of destabilizing the reality on a metaphysical level or even just a more in-depth study of elf genders.
One of my personal goals for the next few years is to publish more of my writing in public forums. While I’m hoping to get an academic paper published this year, I’d also like actually share my fiction with people more. I love writing and I have been writing short fiction on and off since I was twelve. However, I’ve never felt comfortable sharing it with anyone, so most of it never got finished. Having this blog and seeing the positive reactions that >Reorient has thus far received has made me realize how much anxiety was holding me back. Having an audience, even just a small one, has created the sense of accountability I think I always needed in order to actually finish projects that I start. So thank you, everyone. I cannot express how much I appreciate every single reblog and comment and kudos I’ve received in the past few months. You’ve lit a fire in me that cannot be extinguished. Hopefully. And don’t worry if fiction / homestuck / uh whatever the hell The Cadet is isn’t your thing! I’m doing another semester long course on feminist philosophy, so I absolutely will have more essays to share with you all here soon!
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authorofemotion · 1 year
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thirst
You saw me under the fig tree.
I did not know it,
But I had been searching for you:
The vine, the oak.
No fruit grew above me.
I reached out for it,
But really I was reaching for you:
The water, the wine.
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caught-a-dragonfly · 9 months
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Red Alert
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