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#love letters; childe
pinklomito · 4 months
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respost separated from the og post bc I really liked this silly little thing I made
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And a little extra of my own
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little binghe has a goal in this life and it only gets worse once he mets sqq, no one dares to threaten his position as sqq's future wife, he literally was born to be his spouse!!
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whalemoo · 3 months
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sunnyvaiprion · 7 months
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Take a picture!
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ace-no-isha · 1 year
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i miss luffy. the concept of freedom embodied as a person makes me grieve my life a little LMFAO. he is everything to me. he is my dreams as a person. completely free and changing the world. everything i want to be so bad. i adore him. he is a thousand suns to me in his brilliance. id burn the world down for a hug from him. i would do unspeakable things for a taste of the freedom he lives. i miss him. i wish i could reread one piece for the first time again. the joy and grief and anger of that story all over again that makes me feel alive. i want to feel alive like luffy does. stubborn in his place on this earth because he’s got dreams that are worth everything, but also completely content with dying in the process of reaching his dream. and yet still, he refuses to die because it means he can’t protect the ones he loves. he will shave off years of his life if it buys you a second more. he is so fucking selfless in his selfish way of living. he is my everything.
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acknowledgetheabsurd · 4 months
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You have aged me, my love; you have made me a woman when I was only a child, a human being, when I was only a small animal. It is impossible that this need I have of you will ever cease, you hear? And it is also impossible that one day you will not respond to it with the same hunger for me as I have for you.
Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 6, 1950 [#173]
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zero1qn2 · 11 months
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lexa-griffins · 3 months
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Im imagining Lexa traveling through the woods with her small toddling child. She is vaguely aware of something large moving in the distance. The longer they walk, the closer it gets… Eventually the large blond wolf reveals itself. Stalking towards them, snarling… Lexa stops, scared. But this tiny adorable child runs straight for werewolf Clarke. Hugging her giant face. Werewolf Clarke lays down and just immediately starts licking little bbs face. Lexa just standing there in awe.
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Anywho’s. Thats my cuteness thought of the day😂
🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I am going to SCREAM, oh my fucking god this is so cute!!!!!!!!
Accused of being a witch in her hometown Lexa is forced to flee with her small baby in her arms. She barely had anything in her bag other than few food and a blanket and a bow and arrow, having been taught how to hunt as a child.
She's looking for something, a cave, a small house in the woods, a tent, somewhere she can rest and allow her babu to sleep comfortably in.
Lexa feels it before she sees it. She feels watched; stalked. She's on high alert, bow in hand, ready to defend her baby with her life. There are rumors that Lexa is aware of, legend of the creatures this forest serves a home to but Lexa would slay a whole demon if it meant keeping her kid safe, urging the toddler to stay close to her and quickly small arms wrap around her leg, afraid of the darken woods.
The monster surges forward from the tree line with a loud snarl and Lexa immediately points the arrow at its head, terrifying teeth on display, dangerous eyes focused on Lexa's weapon.
Lexa registers two late that the warmth of her baby around her leg is gone and her heart drops when she looks to the side to watch them toddling towards the werewolf with a joyful smile and a "doggy!" cheer to their voice. She hears her heart beating in her ears, terror sweeping over her.
But as soon as the beast sees her small bundle, it stops. Teeth put away, the massive wolf suddenly looks confused as the baby approaches it, hands stretched on front of them to pet the big dog. A sniff to air and the wolf's tail waggles with excitment at the small child, dropping to the floor in a rather playful, calm manner.
The baby jumps to petting the wolf who allows her to without discussion, licking the baby's face as a thank you and making the small toddler giggle.
Lexa finally regains her nerve after staring on awe at the scene, approaching child and wolf with careful steps and with a gentle pet to the wolf's head she sweeps her child into her arms, telling them it is time to go and thanking the gentle giant "for not eating us". It stays down as they walk away and Lexa takes a deep breath once it's out of few, gently reprimanding her child for doing such a dangerous thing.
It is about 10 minutes later when Lexa feels herself being watched once again. This time the wolf quickens its pace to catch up with them before slowing down and accompanying them. The toddler begs to be put down and after staring at the wolf as if asking for confirmation it wont eat her baby she lets them down. With a smile she watches as her baby pets the wolf and the wolf licks their chubby face in return before allowing the toddler to hold its fur along side Lexa's hand as they walk.
An hour more into the trip, Lexa finds herself tired and cold, snow having started to makes it's way down. The baby has fallen asleep, holding on to the wolf's fur as they sleep on its back. Lexa looks around, hoping to see smoke from a camp fire or chimney with no luck. Watching her attentively the wilf bites on the fabric of her lose shirt, pulling her along. Lexa asks what it wants, as if the wolf was to answer but after a few tigs to her shirt Lexa decides to follow it. It seems to have a fondness for her baby so at the very least Lexa knows it wont hurt them.
Lexa follows it through the woods, questioning out loud where it's taking them before a clearing up ahead gives way from a small wodden cabin, seemingly inhabited. Lexa sighs of reloef as they approach it, opening the front dore carefully, bow pointed at the darkness before she deems to empty. It has a single bedroom with bed, and Lexa urges the wolf with her baby on its back insidr as she tries to star a fire, looking around for a few candles.
She catches a rabbit and cooks it over the fire, feeding the wolf what she knows she will not be able to eat. It is already past midnight when Lexa takes her baby from the wolf's grasp, until now both happily cuddling by the fire. The wolf whines but does not lift its head from its place by the fire as it looks at Lexa holding her small child and wishing her a goodnight and thanking her for bringing them here.
The next morning Lexa wakes up underneath the blankets she brought, alone in the bed, the su light shinning through the small window of the bedroom. It was not a dream it seems. As Lexa opens the door she sees the fire still going but unlike she thought she would, she sees neither the wolf nor her baby and panic sets in.
Right on cue tho, the front door opens and in walks her child, cheeks red from the cold outside. Lexa walks towards them, to hug them or lecture them, she had yet to make up her mind when after her child enters a woman, the golden of her hair the exact same color of the massive wolf's fur.
The woman looks st her with a smile, arms filled branches and Lexa stares at her in disbelief, clearly connecting the dots.
"You're the-"
"Wolf? I am. Good morning."
"How? And who-?"
"Klork mommy!"
Her child says, staring at her with a smile. It is obvious Klork as already introduced herself.
"Klork?"
"Yeah, I'm Clarke. And your name is...?"
"I'm... Lexa." Lexa states, bewildered.
They stare at each other for a while, Lexa's kid seemingly getting bored of their silence and sitting by the fire to play with the two rocks they brought in from outside.
Lexa's stomach grumbling is the one that kills the silence. The wolf-woman smiles big then, perfect teeth a heavy contrast with the sharp ones Lexa saw last night.
"Right, so, breakfast?" She asks, moving to the small kitchen area the cabin offers, Lexa's toddler following after her, both chanting about wanting food.
Lexa looks at them, and then around the cabin before wondering what else did she expect after following a damn wolf through the woods.
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chermanji · 2 years
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been thinking abt this for a while but .. imagine childe grabbing onto cat!hybrid readers tail right before they cum 🤭🤭
cw: hybrid! reader, reader with vagina, kitty nickname, overstim
a/n: I liked this a lot more than I should’ve
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You’re mewling, spine arched as droplets of sweat collect on the dimples of your lower back. Your ass meeting his thrusts as he pounds into you. You’re clawing at the sheets, ripping down the fabric as you whine and moan into them, panting hard. Childe has you flipped over on all fours, his palms smoothing up the curve of your back to push you further into an arch for him.
Your tail swishes behind you, brushing along the harbinger’s toned abdomen, “childe hah pl-please,” you puff into the pillow shoved into your mouth, drool slipping over the corner of your lips as he pulls you down his cock over and over.
“come on kitty, you can take it,” he’s grinning behind you, a big smile spread across the plain of his cheeks as he watches your sloppy cunt stretch to take to length.
“Always take it so good huh?” His fingers dig into your hips, thumbs molding your plush like dough, his thrusts pounding into your walls, hitting that spot deep inside that makes you starry-eyed and wispy. You moan little uh-huh’s into the air, fluffy ears twitching and flattening on the top of your head when he grinds the spongy head of his cock against your g-spot.
“Takin’ it like you should, like my good little cockwhore, yeah.” You shiver at his tone, clenching and sucking his length so hard you can hear the squelch each time he bucks into you. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull and you murmur out, “m’close, fuck I’m so close,”
And you’re squeezing his cock in a vice like grip, walls pulsing and wrapping him in a tightness that he can’t help but hiss at. “Yeah baby? You’re close?”
“Need it, you’re so big.” You’re nodding into the sheets, so delirious with pleasure that you don’t notice the ginger smoothing his palm down your back, up your hips and over the curve your ass. Making his way to the swishing bobbing tail that’s softly brushing his chest, and he wraps his fingers around his and tugs harshly.
That garners the loudest most vulgar moan that the harbinger has ever heard in his entire life. Not to mention the way your cunt spasms around him so hard he gasps and cums straight in your fluttering hole, “fuck- oh archons!” He’s spilling inside you so deep, sticky milky white flooding you. It’s all too much, thick and mixing with your arousal and making you quiver on his bed.
Childe has never seen you cum this hard ever and you’re still shaking, legs trembling and back arched, and he doesn’t think he’s ever gonna go back to anything else ever again.
He fucks you through it, even though his cock is red and sensitive and leaky. He fucks you through it and and ignores the way you wail when he tugs on your tail, shutting you up by shoving his fingers in your mouth and letting the pads of them press against your pink tongue.
“Good kitty, just- fuck take it like should.” Yeah, you’re never gonna get him to stop tugging on your tail.
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*banging my fists against the wall helplessly, tears streaming down my face*
MY RAREPAIR STILL HASN'T INTERACTED AND AT THIS POINT I'M NOT SURE THEY EVER WILL
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cornerful · 21 days
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Frodo had felt himself trembling as the first shock of fear passed. Now a great weariness came down on him like a cloud. He could dissemble and resist no longer.
'I was going to find a way into Mordor,' he said faintly. 'I was going to Gorgoroth. I must find the Mountain of Fire and cast the thing into the gulf of Doom. Gandalf said so. I do not think I shall ever get there.'
Faramir stared at him for a moment in grave astonishment. Then suddenly he caught him as he swayed, and lifting him gently, carried him to the bed and laid him there, and covered him warmly. At once he fell into a deep sleep.
This always moves me, how Faramir is so openly tender to him (and they only met this morning.) That he physically carries him when he can't stand any longer and makes sure he'll sleep warmly. There's no "oh gee...sucks for you wow" *awkward shoulder pat.* There's no self-ashamed, emotionally beaten down worry about being "uncool" or "unmanly" for showing kindness.
Poor Frodo is just exhausted from the weight of the world on his shoulders, and having to hide and hide the nature of his quest, and when he gets an opportunity to tell someone out loud the horrible truth of what he has to do, all of a sudden it's too much for him.
Adrenaline and stress can keep us going through fear and fire and foes for a long time, well past what the body can normally handle. It's when there's an island in the stream, a break, an interlude of safety from ongoing trauma that we collapse. An overtired soul will break eventually under strain, but if it is allowed a reprieve, even a short one, that is when we get some of the sweetest moments of rest.
Faramir says that he should have been chosen in Boromir's place, and that might be true. All the same I'm very glad that it was he that Frodo and Sam met in Ithilien, and not someone less wise.
And good grief am I glad that Frodo and Sam have each other. On this journey they each have only the other as confidant and true friend, paddle in the stream, reminder of what is good and true 🍀
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obi-wann-cannoli · 6 months
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Then he called Gavroche:—
“Here you! go about your business! Do what I told you!”
“I’m going!” cried Gavroche.
Why does this have the exact same vibe of being told to clean your room
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quietwingsinthesky · 2 months
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i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.
#it wouldn’t have to change any of the actual plot of the season. except MAYBE amy’s choice but even then i think amy’s choice would be the#one episode where they should be adults. if only for the half where they live in a village in that dream.#because that’s the kind of future that children would dream up. they live in a little cottage and nothing ever goes wrong and their best#friend visits them all the time even though they’ve grown up.#they aren’t actually adults there just children with an idea of what they should be as adults and acting accordingly#and it would still end the same way.#but idk its just. rory’s 2000 years waiting for amy inside the pandorica is already tragic. yes.#now imagine its a kid. a kid in a little roman soldier helmet who will never grow up. who will not leave his best friend.#he loves her and she’s more important than the whole universe and that sort of love is supposed to MEAN something in a fairy tale!#its supposed to melt the ice out of hearts and transform people from stone.#and what that love means here. is that he will have to wait 2000 years. a child and a box.#little rory and the amelia who followed the doctor’s letters to the pandorica. and she doesn’t recognize him again.#and amelia in the pandorica… 2000 years a child trapped in a small box waiting to be rescued.#s5 is already fucked for them but it could be worse. it could be so much worse.#and it would make the doctor choosing to take her place in the pandorica to save the universe later even better.#because who else but the doctor would put the fate of the universe on the shoulders of two children and realize much too late what a#monstrous thing he’d done. and still have to hope. have to hope. that amelia would remember him fondly enough to bring him back to reality.#the logistics of all of this would have been a pain lmao. child labor laws in acting and all that.#BUT. hypothetically. it would have slapped.#doctor who#amy pond#rory williams#<- also this entire time ive been referring to him in my head as rory pond so much that i fuckin. forgot his actual last name.#and then like if you want them to be adults in s6 or whatever you can just timeskip to them getting married and still have amelia remember#the doctor there. it would work. it would.
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fictionadventurer · 1 year
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It's a little-known fact that the actual reason Tolkien objected to the presence of Father Christmas in Narnia was that his children had been receiving letters from the real Father Christmas for years, and he was nothing like that.
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childeproof · 8 months
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a letter to you . . .
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my dear,
what’s this i hear about you heading off to fontaine? to many, the land of justice is a symbol of hope. however, the meaning of justice can easily be twisted and lost. just remember to exercise caution until i manage to make it there. i know, i know, first i showed up in inazuma and now i’m following you to fontaine— is it really so bad for me to want to keep tabs on you though? it’s only fair. as you continue to grow popularity through teyvat, i worry someone new may try to steal you away from me. it sounds selfish as i write it out but it’s the truth. i’d fight a million battles and wage a thousand wars if it meant you’d stay with me.
anyways, this letter is getting pretty long, isnt it? just remember to stay safe and don’t forget you have me. i can’t wait to see you again.
love,
your selfish boyfriend, ajax.
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There is something that cannot resign itself to your absence, it is my poor little body that stretches out in vain towards you, that writhes, that whimpers and cries after you, my sad little body that stunts from day to day and that asks unceasingly to blossom, to warm up, to beat, to quiver. Oh my beautiful, my dear love! Oh burning! O my sweet pain! O my life! Here I am filled with shivers, mysterious undulations, delicate and secret sounds. You wanted my letter to bring you a little warmth! It has awakened in me again all that dark and intimate zone that I love so much to feel just in my center, in my middle, that vibrating zone that moves me as much as the presence of a child in my belly, or even more, knowing it better. She has touched that tiny point in me, but which you know and love, and I tremble all over. Happy, oh yes, happy. Happy and overflowing with love, desire and tenderness. I am waiting for you every day. I run too; I run unceasingly towards you. The coast is coming to an end, my darling. Soon the sight of the sea, and then the beach and the waves.
Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 10, 1950 [#182]
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miss-lovesick · 2 years
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◜bubble-blowing hcs◞
▸ diluc x gn!reader,  kaeya x gn!reader,  childe x gn!reader,  venti x gn!reader
▸ fluff
▸  slightly suggestive on venti’s part 
▸ i have no idea if someone has already done this, dont come for me tho, i swear i thought of this while playing with bubbles 😭
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DILUC 
▸ Always blows the bubble blowing stick gently
▸ Has a small pout on his face when he ends up not blowing a lot of bubbles it’s so cute <3
▸ Also blows the biggest bubbles!!
KAEYA
▸ Swings the bubble blowing stick around like a maniac.
▸ He laughs so much when the bubbles pop on your face but if some of the liquid from the bubble goes in your eyes, he begins to worry and helps you wash it off.
▸ Most of the bubbles only end up sticking together in groups but you still have fun anyways.
CHILDE
▸ Idk what you expected to be honest, he just buys those machines that blow the bubbles for you 💀 /hj
▸ But even if he decides to blow the bubbles himself, he almost always blows too hard and the bubbles pop 😭
▸ Gets so frustrated when it pops too
VENTI
▸ Has the wind to blow the bubbles for him 😭
▸ Bro just dips the bubble blowing stick to the mixture then holds it up to the air, then the wind comes blowing and makes the bubbles 💀
▸ Sees two bubbles stuck together and then he just goes “It’s missing a shaft”
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taglist: @oh-mapletofu​ 
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<3
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