Heyyy, are you the same author as the last Limerence IF?
If you are, welcome back! Still excited to romance A & C, and K now too 👀
HI!! I AM!!
i came back in with an actual plan now and an updated storyline! sorry to everyone who thought i fell off the face of the earth <3
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Don't know about you, but The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes is releasing tomorrow for my country and no one in my friend group has read it so I'm going feral by myself
omg im seeing tbosas tomorrow hehe
none of my irl friends have read it either (despite me begging them too) but! i was lucky enough to find the tbosas fandom on twitter and ive managed to make a good few friends on there and we all go feral over it together!!
im actually so excited to see this movie im fucking vibrating. I've heard nothing but good things about it. i fear i wont survive it
ur 100% allowed to ramble abt tbosas in my inbox btw if u want🫶
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I lost an earring down the drain yesterday 😭😭😭 It's really just a simple stud earring but I can't stop thinking about it because it was from my first pair of earrings and the sentimental part of me can't let it go because I've been wearing it practically every day since I first got it and I was hoping to have a lil comfort from my fave villain simp RO? 🥺🥺
Or, more generally, how would Grey react to an MC who's tearing up/obviously wants to cry (not that I did) because they lost something of sentimental value?
THATS SO SAD IM SO SORRY. I GET SO ATTACHED TO THE STRANGEST (TYPICALLY INANIMATE OBJECTS) SO THIS HITS HOME.
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“Oh, darling,” they sigh as you refuse to meet their gaze. "I can find you a new one?" They offer, the two of you knowing that is not what you want.
You shake your head 'no', and they frown slightly.
"Do you want something else?"
You shrug despondently, and their frown deepens.
"Then there's only one thing left I can offer," they say. You turn to look at them, wondering what on earth Grey Roman was going to buy next. They smile at your confusion, and open their arms for a hug.
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Played chapter 2 and I think Riven took the phrase "running away from your problems" too literally 😅 right after breaking my heart too wtf 😭
It’s how they keep fit-
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Idk if you watch Avatar: the Last Airbender but the mix of hybrid animals + frog asks reminds me of the uncomfortably large badgerfrog from AtLA
I'm gonna look like I live under a rock but I haven't watched it 😭😭 I have seen the frog though! I prefer small frogs, the tinier the better but I had to make Fadiya's frog/chameleon at least the size of a cat so it could compete with the other pets in the palace. Team frog!!
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oh to be a little tabby cat snoozing in a sheet that was supposed to be hung up to dry <3
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Short silly Drabble but Biker Deuce.
Him waiting outside your door leaning on his motorbike all cool-like, but fumbling and falling over when he hears the door open. Deuce can’t help it! You appeared so suddenly, that his heart is racing at insane speeds.
Well, now that you’re in front of him, it’s pounding for an entirely different reason. A passionate beat, a rapid salsa dancing against his ribcage. With his cheeks flushed red, Deuce quite literally drags you on his bike, placing his helmet over your head. His gloved hands brush against the curve of your face as Deuce tightens or loosens the buckles, fixing them together with a sharp click.
Hey, he wouldn’t want you to get hurt on his watch. Tapping on the brim of his helmet, you see his lips curl up into a sheepish, boyish smile. You look…. Good, with his helmet.
It fits you.
These words leave his lips in quiet mutters, before Deuce’s eyes widen, and his cheeks flare a scarlet red. He said that out loud, did he? Urm, just forget it all!
He’s going to force himself to face forward after that, reviving up his motorbike. Yet even within all his embarrassment, Deuce still searches for your hands, fastening them around his waist. It’s an… added layer of security, don’t worry about it. Just to make sure you don’t go flying off, a piece of paper in the wind.
As you clutch on his jacket, lean a little closer. Maybe you’ll catch the poor love-sick boy’s whispered words:
“You can hold on a little tighter, actually.
Hold me closer, please.”
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