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ordowrites · 2 days
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Things They Loves About You
cw: mild allusions to smut, mdni, minors dni, fluff, no pronouns - use of terms of affection and praise
characters: lyney, diluc, wanderer, kaeya, arlecchino
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Lyney
The way you laugh, placing your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter so you don't disturb anyone around you. He is addicted. So, Lyney tries to make you laugh - tries to do anything to get fits of laughter, aching sides and tears running down your face with silly jokes and teasing. Archons, he is blessed if he can listen to your laughter for the rest of his life. He is greedy to want to.
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Diluc
Making him pick something he likes about you feels wrong but your eyes, the way they draw him with the liveliness, how expressive you are. Those are depths he can get lost in and understand why people compare eyes to gems, to things of beauty. He kisses both your eyelids each night, then your nose, cheeks, lips. Neck. Quite honestly, he can write books on your very being, because it never stops there. You, in all your existence, are the most beautiful gem he has ever been privileged to witness. Rare you are, he wishes he could protect you from the world outside but that's wishful thinking. you are strong, you are stubborn. and he contents to just be with you for as often as possible.
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wanderer
your hands are delicate to hold. soft, in comparison to him. his body next to yours - he holds onto you tightly because he fears if he lets go, you may disappear like everyone else. you are warm against him, your hands curious about the nooks and crannies of his body - divine and synthetic. how could a human love a puppet so? he wonders these things but never asks. you kiss him and he shortcircuits. you talk to him, and he forgets language.
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kaeya
you're a curious thing, aren't you? with your smile and your words that stun even him. you catch him off guard at every possible chance you get. for a snarky response he has for you, you easily return without a second thought. your smile still there, never secretive, never misleading. your mind is a curious thing he wishes to pick apart but your smile - oh he loves your smile.
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arlecchino
a strange one, she could regard you as her pet and call it a day. never once as she ever called your loyalty into question, but the thing that truly enamors her to you is your innocence. or what she views as innocence. you look at the world around you with delight, curiosity that never fades even over the simplist of things. some lovely seashell you found, Lumitoile, hell - you found a mechnical bug that you'd shown to her before taking it apart to see how it worked. Much like how her "children" lean into their own interests, she could quietly listen to you talk about all the things you have learned.
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stheresya · 15 hours
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enemies-to-lovers really hits for me when the characters have a type of chemistry you can only feel between a final girl and a slasher monster. it's about the tension, the obsession, the will they-won't they (murder each other).
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weevilwizard · 3 days
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i’ve started actually watching bdubs’ videos and i think his peaceful tranquil editing style is so hilarious in contrast to his voice and skin and the entire vibe and personality i had gleaned from other hermits perspectives. i love him actually
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elektraflowers · 2 days
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Here's my apocalyptic take on the beat generation. It's a cover of an old Rod McKuen song; I've changed the lyrics a little. I'm still working my way through the Ableton tutorials, so it might sound halfway professional someday—not today, though.
I like this one a lot. Lyrics, and a link to the original, below the cut.
I looked over the mountain and saw a lamb insane With seven eyes and seven horns and tongues of writhing flame The same old ancient story The same old ancient song The central holy fact is that the weak should fear the strong
Come alive in the regeneration brand new body and a troubled new mind Come alive in the regeneration, and everything is gonna be fine!
I cannot hear the music I cannot stand the smell As little baby's little souls fall screaming down to hell It does not have a moral It's never ever fair When babies cry forevermore while angels darn the air
Come apart in the degeneration soul on fire with a troubled new mind Come apart in the degeneration, and everything is gonna be fine!
a crowd came to the mountain it seemed to be the place they saw a stranger standing there, a mask upon his face The softness of a serpent The wisdom of a dove enthralled with holy terror at this great unholy love
And people fall like pebbles And people rise like smoke forever up to heaven like some great eternal joke The punchline leaves you gasping The rhythm's out of joint With God of this you can be sure the cruelty's the point
Come alive in the regeneration brand new body and a troubled new mind Come alive in the regeneration, and everything is gonna be fine!
You wonder what the game is it can't be just for fun As angels build a castle in the center of the sun A million stores deep A million stories tall And that's about the only thing they really dig at all
Burn in hell, call it heat generation brand new body and a troubled new mind Join the band, call it beat generation, and try to hit the right note on time…
Come alive in the regeneration brand new body and a troubled new mind Come alive in the regeneration, and everything's gonna be fine!
Original song: "The Beat Generation" by Bob McFadden and Dor (Rod McKuen--Dor is "Rod" spelled backwards)
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kazsbrekker · 1 year
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thinking about how, as a child, kaz’s favorite trick seemed to be watching something disappear, and then he grew up and fell in love with a girl who could vanish into thin air, and how we’re told that when he looks at inej, he feels like a boy again and believes that there’s still magic in the world. imagine loving magic all your life, and then discovering that magic loved you too.
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hamletphase · 4 months
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how funny would it be if socrates never said any of that and plato was just lying
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bwbeards · 5 months
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you can’t have tlt brainrot because the bodies aren’t rotting it’s been months why aren’t they rotting they should have rotted why
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yume-kara-samete · 11 months
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just changed my mind, this game sucks actually
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canongf · 8 months
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ultimately i think it's all about the fictional character that you pretend to fall asleep next to when you go to bed at night
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wavebf · 2 years
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earbud wire caught on door after user already angry, 15 injured 67 dead
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ordowrites · 8 days
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When You Are Sick
because i am sick, i am gonna be self indulgent with this.
cw: fluff, mostly. afab reader but no pronouns are used, some pet names (precious, my fire). mdni, minors dni. purely self indulgent. i want diluc to fret over me ok
characters: diluc & arlecchino
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diluc
he's worried, needless to say - you spikes a fever pretty quickly and he's trying to remain calm and stoic. hay fever is common or perhaps, it's the flu or something else. either way, he starts to worry when you reject food offered to you and he considers calling all the best doctors he can. whatever you wish at this point, it will he his command. medications, tea, softer blankets. anything to make sure you're comfortable and on the track to recovery.
"diluc," you mumble as you crack open an eye, his pacing giving you a worse headache. you cough a bit. he freezes, looks at you, probably mentally preparing for the worst. "if you want to help, stop... moving around in here." you roll over and sigh, coughing again and groaning.
"is there something i can get you? perhaps i can fetch a medic? run you a bath? my fire, please tell me what you need."
you let out a breath. a groan.
"can you cuddle with me?" you finally ask. he runs warm and right now, you feel cold. "play with my hair. anything to get you to stop pacing."
he thinks for a moment - you two have shared a bed many times but he still hesitates. but he finally climbs in, and you sigh, relaxing in his warmth as his fingers softly start to stroke your hair and rub your back. he revels in your soft hair, always finding new ways to think of you as perfect.
"how's this, my flame?"
"mm, perfect. as always."
ever the one to please you, he continues until he hears you breathing deeply - finally asleep, although fitful.
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arlecchino
to say she is unhappy is incorrect - displeased? you're not sure. you can't read her, but her hand is cold against your clammy skin and she clicks her tongue.
"how do you feel, precious?"
"...horrible."
she sits down at the side of the bed, weight causing some movement. "unfortunate. i suppose we'll have to put our dinner plans on hold until further notice."
"'m sorry." you mumble, too tired to actually care. you sigh and lean in when she rubs her thumb on your cheek. "really. this is stupid."
"we all get sick, no need to fret." alrecchino says and your eyes slide shut briefly. you're awoken later to a smell and you groan, sitting up. she's back in your guys room with some soup. "can you sit up, precious? you need to eat."
oh, you'd actually fallen asleep. it's darker than before - save for some lit candles.
when you do sit up - hit by dizziness and nausea - you consider laying back down. you don't protest as she chooses to feed you, savoring each bite. afterwards, she makes you take a sip of some water and tells you to rest again. she'll be back in a little bit.
so you do, grateful for arlecchino's pampering and coddling. you think, briefly, that she's kissed you on the lips but brush it off as a feverish haze.
"we'll talk about your silly choice to be outside in the rain without being properly dressed when you feel better." she says before she leaves.
maybe you can play up being sick for a few extra days when you start to recover.
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sharpgothteeth · 2 days
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the overwhelming urge to be the big spoon and reach around to play with his cock while i repeatedly whisper 'good boy' in his ear, just to feel his cock jerk and harden under my skillful hand 🥰
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zhongscara · 7 months
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basically 4.1
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weevilwizard · 10 months
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so we all agree that lord of the rings is a musical
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tridentarius · 1 year
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kazsbrekker · 1 year
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going insane right now, like: imagine you’re kaz brekker, and you haven’t held anyone’s hand since you were 9 years old.
but you meet a girl whose laughter you wish you could bottle and get drunk on, a girl who makes you believe there’s still magic in the world. you watch as your friends reach out and pull her close and you want to too. you want to. and she wants you with your armor down, but you’re also scared to drown, and the last person whose hand you willing held was your brother’s, and that was a lifetime of tragedy ago.
you lose this girl who wants you without your armor. you get her back. you finally tell her what she means to you out loud. cons are run and empires fall and vengeance is had. then, one day, you are standing by the harbour with her. and you give her her parents back and a ship to pursue justice. and even when you think she already has everything she could possibly want in the world now, she still wants you. so, for the first time in many, many years, you reach out and take someone’s hand. you take her hand, and stare out at the sea, and listen as she asks you to come and meet her parents.
you’re kaz brekker, and you’re willingly holding hands, skin against skin, for the very first time since you were 9 years old. and all you can do is ask the love of your life if your tie is straight.
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