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pinnithin-writes · 3 months
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i need to get my ass in another fiction workshop course next semester so im pressured to write something actually interesting
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cannibalovers · 2 months
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Taking care of his husband that doesn’t know they’re married yet
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krystaldeath · 1 month
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Cotl Textposts
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miniiieevee · 1 month
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catboybiologist · 3 months
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erwinsvow · 3 months
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when rafe meets you for the first time, he feels something he’s never felt before. you’re surrounded by your pogue friends and his stupid sister, laughing at a joke jj says, pushing pope’s arm gently, making a face at kie. he stares, lost in his own mind, wondering what the hell they’re saying to make you laugh like that, make you smile like that. 
he’s leering, he knows—wishing he could pull his gaze away but having more trouble doing so than he expected. you smile all pretty at your friends, lips pink and glossy, shining in the sun enough that he can see from where’s sitting. a beer rests in his hand, droplets of condensation gathering on his fingers. he can’t drink though, he’s too distracted. 
the way you twist your hair up and clip it with something silver. the sweat gathering on your neck, along your hairline, how you wipe it with the back of your hand. one of the boys—he can’t tell which one, and he’s glad, otherwise he’d probably go over there and start throwing punches—offers you a hand to guide you into the water, presumably to cool off. 
you shake your head to say no, and sweetly is the only word he can think of to describe how you do it. to describe you, everything about you—it’s so fucking sweet, he can taste it from over here. some of the others go into the water. you stay sprawled out on your beach chair, book resting on your stomach. you fiddle with the straps of your bikini top, yellow—that’s all he can make out—before you stand up, settling the book on the chair and walking towards him. 
he’s under the shade of the little bar on the beach, watching shamelessly, thinking he should look away now that you’re walking over, at least try to play it cool. he doesn’t. he takes a long sip of his beer, putting it down with a slam, harder than he intended.
as soon as you enter the cool shade, you sigh with relief. you take out the clip and let your hair fall down how it was, strands sticking to your neck where he wishes he could lick it off. you’re not two feet from him now, can’t really ignore how he’s staring at you either. 
“can i get a lemonade, please?” you ask the bartender politely, glancing over quickly at rafe. he’s still looking, making you flush and feel even hotter all over. you turn away within a few seconds.
“spiked?” the man behind the counter asks. rafe does move his gaze, finally, to stare at the guy—trying to make sure he’s not making you feel uncomfortable. 
you shake your head and the bartender turns back to get your drink. your eyes keep wandering back to rafe—big, bad, evil rafe. the one your friends always talk about. he’s cruel, they say, violent and angry and treats them badly. just for the principle of the thing, you should hate him. so why can’t you stop your eyes from flitting back to him every few seconds?
“that’s a good idea,” rafe starts. he’s quiet, just so the two of you can hear him, but you have to lean in further. the gap is shortened to just a foot now.
“hm?” you question innocently, not hearing exactly what he said. you’re surprised he’s even talking to you. 
“s’good idea, not to get it spiked. with this sun, you’ll get sick an' tired.”
“but you’re drinking,” you comment, gesturing to the beer in his hand. it looks almost empty.
“i’m not a fucking lightweight, though, that’s the difference.” he turns to see the bartender, chopping up a lemon for your drink. he thinks he has another minute, maybe two, with you.
“how d’you figure that? you don’t even know me.”
“you can just tell.”
“yeah?”
“yeah, kid.” he holds eye contact for a second too long, and you turn away smiling, face feeling so hot, like you’ve been basking in the sun for hours. rafe thinks mission accomplished for a second, smirking, but it dissipates quickly—your drink is ready and he sees jj walking up to where you are.
“can i get a straw?” you ask again, smiling all friendly at the bartender. he grabs you one from behind the counter and peels the wrapper for you.
“kie’s not gonna like that,” jj says, smiling down at you. you look at rafe though, which makes his heart thud in his chest. he likes that, a lot, more than he should.
“well it’ll just be our little secret, then,” you say, thanking the bartender and then taking a sip of the cold drink. 
“you ready?” jj asks, ignoring the entire situation in front of him. 
“yeah, just need to pay-”
“i got it, kid,” rafe says, grabbing his wallet before you can move. you look at him curiously for a second, eyes big, pretty smile shining again. 
“wow, how generous from the millionaire. c’mon,” jj says, and you get up but you don’t want to.
“thanks, rafe,” you say, even sweeter than before. he enjoys how your name rolls off his tongue, wishes he could hear you say it again. 
“no problem,” he says quietly. jj puts his arm around your waist to guide you away, which would normally be enough to warrant at least a single punch, but you look back once, then twice, sneaking a glance back at rafe, still smiling big, bringing the straw to your mouth and sipping. “i’ll be seeing you around," he says, under his breath, just to himself.
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ohshinytrinketsmine · 5 months
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If you don't let go when I count to three, I'm going to sleep here. . . . I already counted. Well then... I'm going to be your bolster for tonight.
The Sign, Ep 5
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tacit-semantics · 5 months
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You can do whatever you want forever
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festering-bacteria · 1 year
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MORE CONFUCIUS crawls around my enclosure at a rapid speed 
Also JFK & Confucius romance (NO clue what their ship name is) bc I’ve been thinking abt them literally all day 
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deimosatellite · 4 days
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its so wild seeing transphobes try and make up reasons why vivian ttyd isnt trans theyre like ''nintendo is obviously making a joke about crossdressing or w/e" when like. if you play the game you meet vivian in the middle of an out of body experience and shes the kindest and sweetest person ever and as you see her sisters be rude as hell to her youre SUPPOSED to go hey thats not okay?? like its so obvious that her sisters are in the wrong on how they treat her like. none of yall have played the gd game huh 9Y8UPSDFJ
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imminent-danger-came · 9 months
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So, this parallel, right.
That parallel and the 4x11 shadowpeach fight as a whole:
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Macaque: "No that's YOU! You're the one always running off! Looking for more power, more sources of immortality—you're the one who wouldn't quit while were were ahead! Not the great sage, he's got to drag EVERYONE else into his mess!" Sun Wukong: "You're not in this mess, you're still free! Everything I did was for us!" Macaque: "You did it for yourself! You've become like this, obsessive demon! I told you going against the Jade Emperor was a bad idea, but no, Wukong doesn't listen to anyone! He just does whatever he wants! You put yourself here, not me."
(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)
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A large part of Wukong's motivation to keep getting more power was the freedom of it—the more power you have the easier it is to do whatever you want. It's easier to ignore everyone else and focus solely on yourself. It's also easier to ensure yourself and your loved one's are protected and have the ability to do what they want.
So, a punishment where the great Monkey King is imprisoned and trapped for hundreds of years? It's effective and tragic and fitting. Wukong wanted to have the freedom to protect the people he cared about, and in trying to reach for the power to do that, he completely had his freedom removed. He went from the mountain, to then the circlet, and then all of a sudden he had morals and was bound to those.
And then I think about his end of s3 choice to go face the Lady Bone Demon alone. Once again Wukong was trying to protect his loved ones (not to mention the whole reason he went after the Samadhi fire to begin with was to have the power, the freedom to stop LBD (which in itself is another case of SWK believing he needed to be stronger for such freedom)), but he also wanted to make sure MK and himself both had agency. He didn't want MK to have to fight LBD, and he didn't want LBD to end the world.
This is exactly the sentiment he tells Macaque in the 4x11 flashback:
Sun Wukong: "It's so we don't have to worry about anything or anyone ever again! Just living a lazy life, sitting in the sun, eatin' fruit, and doing whatever we want!"
But where does it all lead him?
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To possession, imprisonment. Once again Wukong no longer had the freedom to do what he wanted (which is to protect the people he cares about). Once again in his attempts to help his loved one's, he only hurt them.
This can be applied to his relationship with Macaque, to MK in s2, hell, even Wukong trying to get the map in the first place left him powerless, which then led to him and the gang being imprisoned in 3x02. It's a familiar pattern, one we see with antagonist and protagonist alike.
MK in s2 trained to become more powerful, which in the end only strengthened LBD and forced him and his friends on the run. Mei in 3x12 protects MK by letting herself get captured and placed into LBD's crystal. Mei in 4x05 goes to protect MK, breaking her sword and leaving her vulnerable to being captured by Kui Mulang ("How am I supposed to protect everyone without my sword?"). DBK reached for more power and then became possessed by LBD, hurting his wife and son. Azure reached for the Jade Emperor's power and bound himself to that role, jeopardizing Peng and Yellowtusk in the process.
It's a cycle of reaching for power, endangering others, and then being imprisoned.
So anyways, here's why MK is going to lose control (his agency) next season and hurt his friends with his own- *get's shot*
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l3viat8an · 8 months
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Need milf!Lucifer to suffocate me with her tits :((
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a-ramblinrose · 5 months
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“A few years before, Anne Elliot had been a very pretty girl, but her bloom had vanished early; and as even in its height, her father had found little to admire in her, (so totally different were her delicate features and mild dark eyes from his own), there could be nothing in them, now that she was faded and thin, to excite his esteem. He had never indulged much hope, he had now none, of ever reading her name in any other page of his favourite work.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion
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tsireyqs · 1 year
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Okay wait hear me out… Stepmommy!Ronal brat taming and getting off on manhandling the reader (since there’s a size difference there) and treating them like her “toy” for her pleasure for the night
Cause of the scenario was reader making Ronal mad/jealous by wearing tight exposing clothes for a week because only she and tono could see that
i cannot get this out of brain
like maybe ronal keeping you stationed above her mouth, toying and teasing your clit with her tongue. her hands keep a harsh grip on your hips and her nails drag down the skin of your thighs, a low growl leaves her lips when you attempt to buck against her face.
but tonowari! he would be kneeling next to you, his hands smoothing out the hair that falls into your face and rubbing the ache in your jaw as your mouth works on his cock. one of his hands tangles in your hair, gently guiding you to take him deeper, “just needed our attention, huh, sweet girl?”
you nod, the pads of his thumbs rub the tears trailing down your cheeks as your nose nudges against his lower abdomen.
ronal would be so harsh with you, even then. edging you until you’re trembling between them, cursing into your skin about how pathetic you are. making you beg for her to let you come while her rough hand comes down harshly on your clit.
your whines are muffled around tonowari’s cock as she taunts you, her fangs scrape along the inside of your thigh, “dirty girl, if you wanted to be used so badly you could’ve just said so,”
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vamps-hmu · 5 months
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roseseatea · 5 months
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New Rain Code OC just dropped, (info subject to change!)
Name: Soul Eis
Forensic Forte: Memory Perception
Soul can peer into the memories of people from a first person perspective. Soul can also view the dead’s memories, but the amount of time he can view decreases the longer the victim has been dead ; 24 hours after death, Soul can no longer view the memories. Soul has to physically touch the person to see their memories, even if it's just a bump in the shoulder or a poke on the cheek (he has to consciously choose someone to see their memories).
About:
Part of a group of rogue master detectives who are ex-members of the WDO. All of them have either left of their own accord or have been kicked out.
Soul left the organization due to not agreeing with their principles or how they operate.
The ex-members of the WDO end up joining a detective agency affiliated with Amaterasu Corporation (hence why the badge is a combo of the WDO and Amaterasu logos)
The agency is there so that Amaterasu can say “we don’t need the WDO’s detectives, we have our own capable ones.
Soul doesn’t necessarily agree with Amaterasu’s principles either, but says he would rather perish than be associated with the WDO.
Childhood friends with Luna Luckytune
Was still on the quiet side as a child, but was more optimistic. He has since grown jaded and anti-social. Does have a sense of care for his other members however.
Will I actually bother drawing all of the ex-WDO detectives....we'll see...
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