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[anxeious]

27 year old coming of age story

[mugentakeda]

google search am i a monsterfucker

[spades7777]

malevolent part 37 "the farm"

[monhiio]

Da-ge those look real heavy can I hold them for you??

[okaydays22]

[illwilledomen]

Little pig

[crebstick]

witching hrs post but yeah

[hellverse]

[syllogical]

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[rorskie]

you could never be my prince...

[nicomoru]

Local apple farmer visits dark manor at edge of orchard to investigate missing crops. What happens next will SHOCK you!!!

[simpledragonlover]

I hate amatonormativity I just want to tell my friends I love them without having to worry or feel weird :(

[sillygoofyqueer]

I am a firm and wholehearted believer in the idea that, if put into a situation where the Lan rules either did not exist or not apply, Lan Xichen would go absolutely apeshit with the alcohol. The man was being trained to be a sect leader from basically the moment he could learn to read because his father certainly wasn't doing it, and he literally didn't have any real friends but Nie Mingjue. If anyone deserves a drink, it's this man. I was thinking about an AU where Wei Wuxian lived in the Burial Mounds as this sort of cryptid god creature (while listening to Transcendental Cha Cha Cha), and I was like "what if Wei Wuxian banned any rules but his own rules while in the Burial Mounds?" That spiralled into the Lans being like "we have to talk to this creature man thing but the RULES" and the twin jades being like "we got this, gang, we're so cool like that." However, the moment they step into the Burial Mounds and have greeted Wei Wuxian (who is decidedly chill if incredibly fucked up but so casual about it), Lan Xichen is like "PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY I NEED A DRINK" Of course, in his own Lan respectful way, even as Lan Wangji stares with a dropped jaw (slightly widened eyes, to be precise) at his brother, the pinnacle of the Lan Sect as the Sect Leader. Wei Wuxian does not care about the rules of the sect (of course he knows them, even as a cryptid creature thing) and is like "sure, pal" Next thing anyone knows, Lan Xichen is a bottle into whatever Wei Wuxian has on hand and is ranting to what he believes is another human about the shit he has to put up with (his words exactly), but what is actually a rock that Wei Wuxian drew an understanding expression on - just to see if Lan Xichen would notice the change.

[luigilore]

[11:34 PM]

you’re already in bed with your boyfriend, warmth radiating from luigi's body that's flush next to your own. you face him, gently tracing your hand along his jaw. it never gets old- looking at him, being with him. it manages to feel new everyday yet still comforting and safe.

luigi smiles softly, gaze focused on his hand that runs up and down your waist and thighs, dipping under his worn t-shirt you're wearing. you pull his face closer to yours, pressing you lips together sweetly, tasting his minty toothpaste. luigi hums while you instead make a noise of discomfort and pull away, pushing your hand at his chest in mock offense. “you need to shave. it hurts when you kiss me.”

his eyebrows furrow before he smiles sheepishly, hand instinctively coming to rub at his chin. luigi hasn't shaved in a few days, almost a week, much longer than he usually went without shaving. due to a very lazy weekend in your shared apartment, luigi was letting his usual ghost of a shadow grow into a prickly stubble that although looked very attractive, felt like sandpaper against your skin.

“well we can’t have that," he mutters, “i’ll do it in the morning after we shower.”

“then,” you huff, rolling over and out of his hold and luigi immediately mourns the loss of your warmth as you stare at him intently. he thinks you're absolutely adorable. you pout, leaning into his arm. “you can’t kiss me until the morning.” 

luigi's mouth opens in mock offense and you smile softly, immediately realizing you definitely can't wait until tomorrow before resuming your duly owed kisses. “or i could do it now,” you suggest, noticing the way the corners of his mouth instantly curve into a smile.

“really?”

you grin back excitedly, soothingly running your hand through his hair that's getting longer these day, “of course, that would be really nice.”

it takes a while for you two- both sleepy, to get to the bathroom as luigi lets you tug him along hand in hand. he hops up on the counter while you stand between his legs as he watches you with tired eyes, smiling softly and teasing with a raised eyebrow, “you sure you know how to do this, baby?”

“yes,” you emphasize, figuring you've watched your boyfriend do it in the mirror enough times to have some level of skill and confidence. “here, let me-” you continue, carefully gripping his chin, applying the cold shaving cream. luigi slightly squirms, pulling back with a breathless laugh, “tickles,” he sheepishly explains.

you bite back a grin, failing as you smile unashamedly. "stay still, honey," you murmur, concentrating as you finish spreading shaving cream along his skin.

neither of you say much as you begin shaving along his jawline; you’re focused on properly shaving him and luigi is mesmerized by your concentration, noting the cute way your tongue slightly pokes out as you carefully bring the razor to his chin.

you take your time, enjoying the peaceful moment spent easily with luigi and the rhythmic motion of shaving him before rinsing the razor in water. once you finish, you grab a towel and gently wipe his face clean.

“thank you,” luigi whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist and gently pulling you closer.

“of course,” you mutter into his chest, thumbing over his tinted red cheek, now flushed from your sudden closeness.

“let’s sleep,” he decides, interlocking your hands and languidly tugging you toward your inviting bed.

“wait," you keep him close against you, "we have to test it out.” you remind him as luigi nods in agreement. your lips are so close that it only feels natural to meet them together for a sweet, sleepy kiss.

he wastes no time in slotting his mouth against yours, with the same passion he always has, thumb coming to cup your jaw and pull your lips even closer.

“better?” he asks, sighing happily when you finally pull away to take a breath. you smile up at him, enjoying the feeling of his now smooth and soft skin against yours.

"yes, very, thank you," you smile and luigi looks at you like he's incredibly endeared.

"i think i need to be thanking you, baby." he laughs softly and it’s forever the best feeling, warm, comfortable, and so familiar.

[willwoodoutofcontext]

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