"son, i could move the sky for you"
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so...midnight and sol in the rewrite... (more info below the cut!)
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in the scorched ruins of a long abandoned ravine awaits an elderly badger. for seasons, midnight retraced the ancient claw-marks of those before this time; fading echoes of now forgotten spirits. every night she patrols the worn stone, accompanied only by the distant pelt of stars above her.
the low humming of wind bouncing off the gorge walls was scarcely broken--be it by a passing critter or occasional loner--but tonight, something was different.
she follows the shrill wailing--lumbering after it with more energy than she had showcased in moons--down the ragged cliff edge, and into the hollowed out stone. there lay a scrawny cat--a kitten. midnight's ears itch at it's mewling, and her throat tightens.
she reaches out a clawed paw, and pulls the shivering scrap towards herself. the kit whimpers still, but unscrews it's eyes. brilliant sunburnt irises burn into her own; and a warmth she had long been deprived melted the aches of age away--if only for a moment.
those pools of yellow observed her curiously. after a heartbeat, the child nuzzled deeper into her wiry coat.
how long had it been since held new life? how long had it been since was held by someone?
regardless of the answer, she couldnt let go now.
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i love sad old people
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WIP Wednesday 🌃
Tagged by @diazsdimples & @tizniz. Thank you lovelies 🥰
I wanna be working on Rivals sooo bad but the beans have switched their attention to LA Lonely so I’m rolling with it!
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Buck clears his throat and licks his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from Eddie’s darkening gaze. "Do you wanna get out of here?"
“Yes.”
They share an Uber and head back to Buck’s loft, Buck’s hands itching the whole drive to reach across the backseat and touch, but knowing once he starts he won't be able to stop.
Eddie pays before Buck even has a chance to pull out his phone, saying that Buck paid for their drinks so it’s only fair Eddie pays for the ride. And something so simple, so small, shouldn’t leave Buck a little stunned and speechless but it does. Because Buck has done this dance before (many times actually) - picking up a stranger, buying them drinks and taking them home - but none of them had ever offered to pay for anything. Not even a fake move to pull out their wallets or phones. And don’t get him wrong, Buck likes paying for his date/hookup, but to have someone else want to take care of it (take care of him) … it feels good.
“Buck?”
Eddie is looking at him, eyes shimmering from the glow of the streetlight and Buck is struck again by how beautiful he is.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m coming.”
They manage to keep their hands off of each other on the elevator ride up but as soon as the door to Buck’s loft is closed, they’re on each other - mouths meeting in a messy and desperate kiss, hands fumbling with shirt buttons as they clumsily make their way up the stairs to Buck’s bed.
Eddie pushes Buck back onto the bed and then plasters himself on top of him, grinding his hips down as he kisses along Buck’s jaw to nip at his earlobe.
“How uh - how do you wanna do this?” His breath is warm against the shell of Buck’s ear, causing goosebumps to prickle at his skin.
If Eddie had asked Buck back at the bar, he would’ve seductively purred into his ear about how much he wanted to fuck Eddie into the mattress, pulling such beautiful sounds from him. But now with Eddie’s solid weight pressing down on him, the hard line of his cock against Buck’s own, his answer has changed.
“Want you to fuck me.”
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The way so many aro people see other aro people talk about aro loneliness and their solution isn't to support them, or lend an ear or a shoulder, but instead to say "have you tried getting more friends?" "you still can have friends though!" "QPRs are out there! Try one of those!" "Hey have you heard of a QPR yet?" You are not better than people who treat getting a romantic relationship as a cure-all. You are doing the exact same "a relationship will fix you!" routine and I'm kinda tired of aros treating it as different because it's platonic.
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it genuinely saddens me that jing yuan was the youngest and ended up being the most vunerable to death of all the hcq but hes the only one left standing thats not gone or mara struck
it saddens me even further that hes the one who had to pick up the pieces: kill his master, exile his friend, imprison and basically execute his other friend (and now have to talk normally to his reincarnation), and presumably witness another friends death
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here's something I originally planned to make a comic for, but ended up on my empty ao3 account. it's uhh it's about 12 year old mikey's fear of bathrooms and 14 year old donnie trying to be when it's not in his nature.
i tried to make it as lighthearted and silly as possible, tho maybe at some point im gonna write about how evil donnie was as a kid (he was badd)
these two fight a lot but at the end of the day you are stuck with your brother so you have to love and forgive him and be nice and im totally not projecting my own issues with family on them what are you talking about?
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