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invisibleraven · 7 months
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Because I can't not: Song Based AU (Good lookin' by Dixon Dallas) for Reggie/anyone
sorry not sorry
Thanks to @where-you-go for introducing us to this song, and curse you Inny for getting it stuck in my head once more.
Reggie heaved himself back in the hayloft, glancing to his side and sharing a grin with the hunk lying beside him. "So not how I thought I'd be spending my summer."
"What you didn't imagine spending most of your summer riding a wild young buck?"
Reggie snorted. "So like this."
"Well I doubt any stallion will give you the release I just did."
"Ruined me for any other horse, that's for sure," Reggie snarked as he pulled his clothes back on. "Same time tomorrow?"
A wink and a tip of a Stetson was all the response Reggie got, but he did so enjoy watching his afternoon delight walk away-the man sure knew how to fill out a pair of chaps!
Look, Reggie knew this was a stupid idea, fooling around with the ranch hand at his MeeMaw's farm. But after his hellish senior year, his parents' ugly divorce, and no future prospects in sight, he deserved a little fun alright?
Well, it had started as fun anyways-a drunken tumble after the Summer Solstice Festival, heated kisses against the barn that led to him getting ridden into the sunset up in the hayloft. And well, every evening since then they had found some excuse to sneak off for a little fun.
But Reggie's treacherous heart wasn't built for fun. And every tryst with the handsome farm hand left him wanting more. More kisses, only out in the open. Holding hands as they strolled the fields together. Maybe going to the community potluck together hand in hand. Actually riding a horse together-instead of each other.
But he was only here for the summer, and his partner surely had plans once the season ended. Plans that in no way involved Reggie.
Not that they ever talked about it-or much at all really.
But that didn't stop Reggie from pining, from writing stupid love songs-one that was especially graphic that got tossed into the woodstove so his MeeMaw never found it-telling him how much he wanted this to be more.
Yet Reggie never said anything. Just let himself enjoy slaking his lust every night up in the hayloft, or out under the stars as the fireflies came out. Once up in his bed, giggling as the iron frame squeaked with every thrust, but the television downstairs was so loud it drowned them out.
"I'm going home next week," Reggie finally said one night, picking the straw from his hair.
"I know."
"What are you doing after? I know you're only here for the summer."
"I was. Might see if Chavalah will keep me on for the harvest. Or maybe I'll pack up my duds and see the country. I don't rightly know."
"Well... maybe you could write to me?" Reggie asked. "Let me know where you end up?"
"You mean you aren't going to ask me to come visit?" A wry smile punctuated the question.
"I mean, I'd love it if you did," Reggie replied. "Show you the sights of LA, maybe we could... go out sometime?"
"Like a date?"
"If you'd like," Reggie said, giving a noncommittal shrug. "I know it's harder to be out here, and I wasn't sure if you wanted more than-"
Whatever else he was going to say was cut off with a kiss, a sweet, playful one that made Reggie's toes tingle. He blinked when they pulled apart, matching grins on their faces. "I thought you'd never ask."
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devilrosola · 2 years
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What I would have done for Magi Week 2
So I was going to write a small fic exploring Al Thamen experimenting on Judar as they turn him into a fallen magi. Hakutoku finds out but Gyokuen insists he can’t feel any pain. After it looks like their efforts to convert his rukh black fail she orders to “terminate the experiment” as in doing away completely with Judar so a new magi can be born for them to steal and experiment on.
Hmmm some MuuxEn  or MuuxMei would have been nice for the Kou AND Reim prompts...
Anyway, spoiler ending for the fic I was going to write for this week under the cut (Cuz I always get a great ending, but having a hard time building up to it)
Looking back, Judar could not remember exactly how he survived. But he did remember the one who had saved him. He was forever grateful…well, grateful was too strong a word…forever obsessed with that person afterwards. And he never forgot how Al Thamen was ready to cast him aside like trash. He vowed to bide his time and get back at them when it would hurt them the worst: right before they would achieve their perfect world!
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kagoutiss · 2 months
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din’s champion
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sarcasticscepticles · 8 months
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Raphael is the funniest antagonist in the game to me, he's a powerful devil trying to steal your soul and speaks to you in rhymes that he probably practices in the mirror, he has his own incubus that says he's a bottom only and bad in bed, and then you can call him out. You can go and rob him blind and then kick his ass in his own house.
You can ask some guy he had you kill if he wants to help you kick his ass, and if you convince him he'll go 'yeah sure I bet you'll win' while Raphael is standing right there.
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remyfire · 5 months
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guinevereslancelot · 2 years
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babe would you still love me if we were superheroes and you were in danger and i went absolutely bonkers and crossed every moral boundary imaginable to protect you at literally any cost?
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storyline512 · 20 days
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Princess Pomni
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Pomni for The Lovely Digital Circus AU
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kinnbig · 13 hours
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warmup sketch got out of hand lmao but I don’t think I’ll ever end up finishing it so. sketchy Big be upon yee!
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withdenim · 1 year
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Genuine question why does so much of the jwcc fandom hate Ben and Darius as a ship?? the age gap is the same as all of the other popular ships in the fandom but that’s the only argument I’ve seen for it. They’re literally fine.
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jmrothwell · 5 months
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using the most embarrassing pet names they can think of for Luke/Reggie plz and thank you
“Table for two, please.” Luke told the hostess–her long dark hair on the more frazzled side of things–as he wrapped an arm around Reggie’s shoulders which slowly dropped to his waist. 
A few months ago the move would have completely taken Reggie by surprise. By this point they’d been playing these games long enough Reggie had long since learned this was Luke’s signal. 
Reggie was fairly certain they didn't need to actually act like a couple in order to get the Sweetheart’s deal. He also had yet to vocalize these doubts to Luke since he’d first proposed the idea for dinner tonight, the both of them always on the lookout for a good deal. Now didn’t seem like a good time, plus it was always fun to play these sorts of games with Luke. Last time they did they managed to win free drinks for the night. 
“Sorry but it’s going to be a bit of a wait.” The hostess said through an incredibly tight smile. 
“That’s all right.” Reggie smiled as he let his head fall to Luke’s shoulder, smiling even brighter when he saw the hostess just the slightest. “We’ve got all the time in the world, don’t we sweetheart?”
“Sure do, butter biscuit.” Luke’s grip around Reggie’s waste tightened. Normally by now Luke would have stepped to the side, but since they were currently the only ones waiting he took the opportunity to lean closer to whisper conspiratorially to the hostess. “It’s our anniversary.”
It suddenly clicked why Luke wanted them to play this game. He was trying to score a potential freebee. Reggie knew his face was definitely not matching whatever lovey dovey backstory spiel Luke was spinning up about how they met and decided to bury it in Luke’s shoulder. Really only keying back into the conversation after the hostess made some remark about how cute they were together.
“Oh he’s just my hunka hunka burnin’ love” Luke said, plastering himself even more to Reggie’s side, more than he usually would be anyway. Honestly, Reggie was a little too distracted trying to determine if he should be worried that he was more unsettled by the random Elvis reference than by how much Luke was clinging to him, he once again almost missed Luke was still talking.  “Ain’t that right honeydew?”
“Oh, sure thing, Beaker.” Reggie said with a broad smile completely missing the hostesses stifled snickering, continuing to be distracted by Luke. More specifically Luke’s perplexed scowl. “Scooter? Zoot? Sweetums?”
The hostess cleared her throat with a smile, trying to get his and Luke’s attention back. Either that or she was hiding a laugh. “It looks like a table just became available if you two would like to follow me.”
Reggie did his best to follow without tripping over his, or Luke’s, feet. A task made even trickier since Luke decided to stay glued to Reggie’s side as they followed the hostess to their table. Thankfully, it was significantly easier to eat since the table set up meant Luke had to stick to his own portion of the table. 
The clinginess didn’t reduce any Like Reggie thought it would after Luke succeeded in getting his free dessert. And Reggie wasn’t quite sure if this was normal Luke clinginess or Luke keeping the game going. A soon forgotten conundrum as he once again got caught up by Luke’s momentum, deciding to just enjoy the evening for whatever it was.
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going through the loki tag after finally watching the season 2 finale, I'm starting realize that the Merlin and Doctor Who fandoms are the only ones that understand the true power of poly shipping
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aiweirdness · 1 year
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may I use your AI generated valentines for valentines day cards?
you are in luck!
you can order them ready-made from the ai weirdness store!
explanation of the cards
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daisythornes · 2 months
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plotting and scheming a little goody two shoes au for tbosas 😈
i'm thinking a little something like:
Coryo is a terribly unfortunate poor orphan boy stuck in a cycle of servitude and narrowly-avoided starvation.
He lives in an idyllic Alpine village, but it doesn’t matter to him - not when everyone there treats him like the dirt underneath their boots. Well, not everyone. Beautiful musician extraordinaire Lucy Gray, the snooty but sweet Bergmeister's daughter Clemensia, and of course, the kind-hearted, ever-loyal Preacher's son Sejanus, are quite good to him.
But it’s never been enough for young Coriolanus Snow - on the darkest of nights, it seems nothing but a gilded palace and boundless feasts and an army of servants catering to his every whim will suffice to sate his desires.
Something old and powerful lurks deep in the woods. It can sense the might of Coryo’s greed, and it knows the boy will be ever so easy to bend to its will, just like all the wretched souls that came before him, seeking better than they were dealt at any cost. But is Coryo really willing to follow in their footsteps all the way down the twisted path? Who will he bring along at his side? What will he sacrifice?
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ghcstcd · 5 months
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Could we, the readers, kiss your Dew in these fics 🥺
In a silly way, yes, you may. In a serious sense, no.
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painsandconfusion · 1 year
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5 - No Service
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You sputter, mind reeling as you try to dump the information on him- “I j-s…a-a woman let me in- I h-..I had car tr-ouble- I knocked I-“
The man squints, but hesitantly lowers the rifle. “…Celine let you in..?” His eyes flick up toward the second floor ambient my tracking her footsteps. “…I’m sorry. I’ve been a little on edge. We’ve had a few break-ins lately.”
He sets the gun to rights and puts the safety on. “..I’m Harrison,” he offers almost like an apology.
The woman - Celine, he’s said - comes back in the room with a towel and fresh clothes stacked on top of it. “Oh- I’m glad you two have met now.” She turns her attention to you. “I’m so sorry dear, I can’t seem to get the phone to work?? It must be the rain.” She frowns, handing you the cell to check. It has a clear ‘no signal’ label on the top bar.
The man frowns, setting the rifle down against the wall. “Maybe you could spend the night? Phones should work again once the storms passed.”
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retrodynamics · 1 year
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Not like I haven’t been drawing other casual ship art for other stuff I’m into but pegoryu really took a hold on me because of how easy it was to run with since Ryuji’s SOOO “if I’m not casually touching my best bro ILL DIE”
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