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@brokeassgoing ⋆˙⟡ an accidental encounter
Okay, maybe, perhaps, she was just a tiiiiiny bit too easy to please. Though at this very moment, Lilith did NOT have any problems with that!
She was so enamored with every building, every person, even every piece of trash ( which she picked up; she is a protector of nature after all ) that she just had to see it all! Oh, but there was a lot to see.
At this moment she was marveling just below the cliffs of a massive city! Full of tall buildings and sights and sounds; her eyes glittered at the sight of such wonders she was about to experience.
never before had she been so free.
"Oh!! It's so beautiful!!" She cried out loud, turning to the ( poor soul ) person who happened to be passing by. "Isn't this just the most wonderful thing you have ever seen in your life!"
She pointed to the massive city landscape, not noticing who she was talking to in the slightest.
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@charroblanco || cont.
He’s felt a weight like this before. He’s felt—no, he’s endured—grief he’s spent his entire life convinced could never be worse. Never heavier. Never deeper, wider, more excruciating of a void in his chest. All this time, Magnifico has wondered how that could even be fair: how an emptiness could hurt so much— There’s nothing there. There’s nothing there. So why does it burn him from the inside out and spread an insatiable inferno through every bone—?
Why is he on fire?
Why is he—
Why is he here?
The thought process was, at the time and even now, nonexistent. He’s been working on impulse ever since opening that book, welcoming in that devastatingly powerful magic despite knowing precisely what that meant: the sacrifices he’d readily make all for the sake of—!
Enough.
Back to the present.
That was then, this is now.
Here.
He’s here because of so many reasons Magnifico can’t count—and so many more he doesn’t yet understand. He’s here because suddenly, inexplicably, he remembers how to breathe for the first time since that magic took hold of him, because he needs only to meet a world-ending, soft understanding in that gaze to feel his impulses have steered him right. He’s here. Because, by the end of all this, he’ll look back and think to himself, Yes, of course. Where else would I have been?
But in that “here,” and in that “now,” he holds on to even a fragment of what he’ll feel later.
It’s enough to get him to stay.
“It’ll do in a pinch,” Magnifico reassures him, and though his voice is low, practically squeezing out with an effort, he spills into it a gratitude that rings there in the undertow. For someone perceptive—someone like Ernesto—it’d be difficult to miss. “The, uhh… accommodations, not the tequila. For the moment.” Clarification, that which he embellishes with a quirk of a smile that doesn’t yet manage to reach his eyes.
And with that, he sidles around the other, caring a stark little about any brush of contact. “If I’m interrupting something”—he hesitates, peers over his shoulder—“well, don’t let me interrupt something.”
#charroblanco#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 v: dethroned 》#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 prose 》#i'm ready to sacrifice my soul to this thread let's go#if you listen really close you can just hear me screaming and crying in the distance#AWNJGOHNAJO your response to the ask was SO GOOD i had to continue#that feel when one of your threads is them being bitches at each other#and theN THERE'S THIS#HNGFHJAOGNHJAO FLIPS DESK
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& @boatdriinks ! Substory unlocked: ROCKERBOY IN TOKYO
It's astounding how, although everything seems to have changed while he was away, the essence of Kamurocho is still the same. As he navigates the streets, Ichiban can't help but look for the shops he used to visit in the past, hoping he might see a familiar face somewhere. He's well aware of how unrealistic that sounds, but one can hope to feel less lost. Well, he doesn't even know if lost is the right word to describe what he's experiencing right now; he knows exactly where he is, it just doesn't feel right.
Before he realizes it, he's back at the Shangri-La. The old soapland is in the same sorry state it was earlier today. The only difference this time around is that somebody else is standing in front of the building. A tourist, maybe? ❝ I wouldn't get closer if I were you. Apparently somebody ran a truck into this building a few years ago and it's been like this ever since. ❞ Better safe than sorry. He's staring at the stranger's back, with only one thought in his head: that's a pretty cool jacket.
#☀┊ it's a [★★★★★] encounter! - threads.#boatdriinks#i wrote this while listening to synthwave baka mitai#its as close to cyberpunk as we re getting#kerry trying to do some sightseeing and he gets this guy
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continued. | @metrictita.
𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 ? fear is easy to smell. one they knew very well. to anyone else, to any human, they wouldn't be able to even tell the man was anything other than a bit agitated. but the scent of fear seeps from their pores. it's gag inducing. but lucifer isn't some fledgling anymore. tilting his chin upward their eyes meet, yellow hues boring into an unsure gaze. they'd heard tell of a child who was set to bring upon hell to this earth. but not once had they gotten the chance to see them with their own eyes.
❛ many names suit me. but one you'd be familiar with ? call me lucifer. ❜ the distance between them shortens to just a few inches, a finger pressed to their chin. a winner sizing up their prize. ❛ what should i call you ? i'm sure you have less names than i. ❜ that much was certain.
#metrictita#〈 closed thread. ★ 〉#〈 lucifer reply. ★ 〉#〈 son of the morning / main verse. ★ 〉#ty queen for letting me continue this#i just wanna write this lil freak ok
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@bludboy
“ you’re … you’re the guy ??? ” you’re not one to judge, miles. a cocked eyebrow, stupid green eyes that wander, the just-there look of disbelief. but, as lethal that his judgment is, his insatiable need to get rid of this thing is much deadlier. a monster, a creature, a being much bigger than himself. something so big that the voices he’s been harassed by have quieted down. they’re scared. they’re looking to him to help.
as he looks to this self-professed gun-for-hire, he knows he can’t be so goddamn picky. there’s not a lot of options here. nothing but a number scribbled on a post-it note, a chicken-scratched ‘ MARCUS ’ up top along with a horrible doodle of the frat house cat and a fucking dream : “ you’re the guy i talked to ??? the one who’ll kill anything or whatever ??? ”
#i think. i thjink they could get up to some hijinks idk#BLUDBOY#CLOSED.#★ — THREADS : MILES && MARCUS [BLUDBOY].
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“anya, have you seen my other earring?” helena called out to the lady in waiting that had accompanied her, with eyes preoccupied on the ground below her, head ducked underneath the bench of the garden. lost belonging was not the end of the world, but the tsarina would rather avoid a nasty conversation with her dear friend about responsibility. “i swear, i lost it around - oh! “ doe eyes widen when the figure was in fact , not , her lady. “you're not anya.” it was her husband, the tsar. @tzar-alek
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♢* — @kemikorosu / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫
〈 ★ *〉┊ “Traveler,” Miryin greets Lumine with a courteous dip of its head. It indicates the plush cushions on the other side of the low tea table with a wave of its hand, the tiniest hint of a pleasant smile curling on the corners of its lips. How long has it been since it’s spoken to her directly? A few months– half a year, perhaps. Not since they parted ways right before her venture into Inazuma. After she’s seated, it allows its smile to widen from one of expected civility to a perfected mimicry of genuine comradery.
“It’s a delight to see you again,” it says. The ‘scholar’ turns its gaze towards Lumine’s companion, the corners of its eyes crinkling a bit as its smile widens a fraction. “You as well. I hope you’re hungry.” It gestures towards the lavish spread of food adorning the tabletop– food that would turn to nothing but ash inside its mouth were it to join either of the duo in snacking. It glances away in feigned embarrassment. “I may have gotten a bit ahead of myself in preparing for guests… but I couldn’t take the chance of not being a generous enough host.”
As expected, the elaborate feast of rich snack foods is more than enough to occupy Paimon. Miryin has to resist the urge to cut the beastly little fairy a bemused glower and, instead, chuckles at her excitedly piling a plate high with samosas as if her unending gluttony is cute. “I see Paimon’s faring well enough to clean out home and hearth,” it observes, letting its teeth show when she admonishes it for teasing. “And what about you, Lumine? How do you fare?” By the Abyss below, how world-weary she looks. A dark, oily feeling shifts deep within its gut. What it really wants to know is: how does her trust in this world fare? Judging by the world-weary shadows that have gradually accumulated on her countenance since she first left the threshold of Mondstadt, it would say poorly… but she does possess that irksome trait of determination. No matter. All things would eventually end with destruction and rebirth. If she is truly cut from the same cloth as the Abyss Prince, eventually she will come to understand that.
Ah, and speaking of its (temporary) sire…
The scholar’s smile wanes into a line of earnest concern. “I’m afraid I don’t have much news to give you in regards to your brother. All the knowledge the Akademiya sequesters away is vast, but often leads to….” it casts about for the delivery, devoted entirely to playing the part its carved out as her elusive but well-meaning friend, “...dead ends. I am truly sorry. Although, I may have a different sort of lead.” it pauses again and takes another sip of tea. Ashes tumble down its throat in the place of the warm amber liquid. It wonders if she will taste the same dry ruin and loss when it speaks its next words. "One that, unfortunately... seems to coincide with, ah... the Abyss."
#* CLOSED#kemikorosu#ic : miryin#genshin impact : miryin#〈★*〉miryin ╲ THREADS#〈♢*〉seeds of story brought by the wind ╲ v. GENSHIN IMPACT#* ty for the patience! let me know if you'd like something different :>#* as if lumine doesn't have enough ppl tryin to gaslight gatekeep girlboss her MSDFN
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♡sugar.
NSFW!mike schmidt imagines
tags- NSFW, edging, whimpering, breeding/domestication, Mike being a munch..
an: you guys ate up that fic holy shit… mike imagines to soothe the brain until my next big post 😈
★☆☆☆☆ ★☆☆☆☆ ★☆☆☆☆ ★☆☆☆☆
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mike is definitely loud during sex. Wether hes fucking into you in doggy, hands grabbing at your ass and spreading so he can watch his cock disappear inside your warm cunt.. or he’s sprawled out on the bed, you bouncing up and down on his cock, hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you hear the pleas and whimpers spewing from his mouth.
“God fuck please.. I’ll be a good boy.. mmfh.. god you’re so warm and wet and god.. your tight f-fuckkkk..”
one of mikes big turn ons in bed is domestication.. he loves the thought of you pregnant.. especially seeing how you interact with abby. You’re so sweet and loving to her and god it makes him feral. whenever you’re both home and abbys asleep, mike takes you into the bedroom and fucks you full of his cum, making sure every last drop is stuffed into your tight cunt. even if you’re on the pill, the thought you could get pregnant makes him even more turned on.
“gonna stuff this pussy full of my cum yea? stuff it so far into your womb not even a drop comes out. make you a mom since you love abby so f-uucking much.”
THIS MAN EATS PUSSY!!! ALL OF IT!! this man is a pussy muncher!! he will gobble you up after a long day of work, tongue fucking you and watching you squirm. he loves to hear the lust filled sighs you let out, holding the back of his head, hands threaded through his hair while you push your cunt further into his face. Mikes eyes are on you the entire time, soaking up your facial expressions. if you close your eyes, he will make you look at him. If you don’t, he will edge you until you do.
“Baby look at me.” he licks a long stripe up from your sopping hole to ur clit, sucking on it. your eyes stay glued shut until he pulls back, breathing hot breath onto your cunt. you whimper, fluttering you pretty eyes open. He smiles, letting you grab his hair to push him back onto your throbbing clit. “There’s my girl.”
★☆☆☆☆ ★☆☆☆☆ ★☆☆☆☆ ★☆☆☆☆
#mike schmidt imagine#mike schmidt#mike schmidt x reader#fnaf movie#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#josh hutcherson#x reader#mike schmidt fnaf#smut
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Dawn Encounter ★₊˚⊹✧˖°. @magnusmodig
How long had it been since she had felt something in her that was calm? Not that it was new for the young priestess. She was well familiar with abundant duties and sleepless nights. But neither of those things meant she ought to stop doing good for the world. Though she slept very little as of late, she was yet determined to bring hope back to this strange world.
She was traversing every town and every street passing out pastries from the bakery she had received, which they were unable to sell but still good to eat. She did not understand exactly why they could not sell them, but it mattered little to her as she was still able to spread cheer ( and reduce waste, of course. )
Her basket was still rather full in the early dawn. As she passed through the town outside the gardens, she saw a familiar, red-capped figure whom she had not seen in what felt like a thousand years.
" Ah, good sir Thor! " she called out, waving her hand in hopes her tall friend would see her well enough. " Hello! I have something for you. I hope you find it to your liking... I know not what treats you prefer- oh but if I may ask, I would love to know such things. " She displayed to him her basket for him to choose.
" I've seldom met others who enjoy being up this early. What brings you out to greet the dawn? " she asks with a soft smile but with a soft voice... a tired voice.
#i live to serve (ic) ★₊˚⊹✧˖°.#closed thread ★₊˚⊹✧˖°.#my heart longs to rest (queue) ★₊˚⊹✧˖°.#thor.02⋆˙⟡#magnusmodig
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gen tag drop. look away.
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continued. | @sosordid.
𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐋. standing at the entryway they easily sensed another presence. a human. mikail could smell him before eyes ever lay on him. why the human was finding solace in such a run down place mikail can't exactly understand, but they smile nonetheless, finding the site endearing. if only all humans sought refuge in the church, things might not be as they are. taking a step inside they make no comotion. sometimes mikail forgot himself when interacting with the beings of this plane. it's easy to when eons have passed since setting foot here.
the humans reaction is to be expected. they are such skittish creatures. mikail's eyes lower to their hand as it releases him. but no malice lays in honey hues, instead an apologetic smile beams in theo's direction.
❛ you're right. my apologies. ❜ a pause follows as mikail takes a step back. humans enjoy their ' personal space '. ❛ if the congregation is no longer in session, why are you here ? ❜
#sosordid#〈 closed thread. ★ 〉#〈 mikail reply. ★ 〉#〈 he who is like god / main verse. ★ 〉#hope its okay if i continue ~
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[ continued ... / @rvral ] silence. colton is feeling a full spectrum of emotions all at once. disbelief. he knows it’s true the phone in his pocket won’t stop fucking ringing. agents. friends. social media. his blood pressure has been way above average since olivia crashed into his life, and this is one of those moments where he almost asks ‘ is it worth it ? ’ a sigh. maybe he doesn’t really blame her. he’s not upset with her, he gets how easy it can be to say the wrong thing. “ okay … how ? why ? ” that last one is painfully drawn out, like he can’t wrap his brain around it. coworkers to begrudging friends to just friends is, like, fine. he doesn’t mind it. he doesn’t mind olivia. not one bit. but holy fuck. “ can you fix it ? can you tell them to go fuck themselves or something ? i’m nauseous. ”
#i am crying colton is lightheaded over this#rvral#CLOSED / CONTINUED THREADS.#★ — THREADS : COLTON JAEGER && OLIVIA KOVACH [ RVRAL ].
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tag dump hehe
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♢* @deathmcth -- ezra / 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜-𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
↳ ( 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 - foe )
〈 ★ * 〉 ┊ Fingers dyed with the blood of stars catch hold of the little priest's tongue, playing with the muscle as one might play with a loose strand of hair. Its gaze burns into his, unblinking. "Your voice is so small, your voice is so cold," it murmurs. Each word floats in on a whisper from every direction despite its lips hardly moving at all. A phantom embrace slips beneath his arms, circles around his middle, holds him tenderly even though it remains stationary in front of him. The faint ringing of a bell travels from thousands and thousands of miles away. It pushes its fingers further into his mouth-- then suddenly its not in front of him at all, but behind him, a hand still cradling his jaw. Miryin leans down, its hair a curtain of night that cascades over his shoulders and murmurs promises of heaven directly into his innermost thoughts. "But as long as there is someone for my ears to hold...."
#* CLOSED#deathmcth#ic : miryin#〈★*〉miryin ╲ THREADS#〈♢*〉skeletal remains ╲ QUEUE#* miryin. ur supposed to be the well-adjusted sibling. STOP!!!
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tag dumpp
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