I posted 5,899 times in 2022
That's 1,127 more posts than 2021!
2 posts created (0%)
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#star trek - 752 posts
#dracula daily - 29 posts
#feverposting - 11 posts
#yeah - 8 posts
#snw spoilers - 6 posts
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#tumblr blaze - 6 posts
#yeah i'll reblog that - 4 posts
#yes - 4 posts
#obviously - 4 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#which by the way for new viewers i don't really recommend the originals - the old sci fi effects are fun for a little bit but hard to watch
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I don't normally share active wips, but since I mentioned in a previous post how Lost Oasis has a scene similar to one I had written in a wip I've been working on, I've decided to share it. I may scrap it or I may rework it to align more with the canon material.
This wip is basically an intimate (emotional and sexual) Sylus/Reader sexy domestic slice of life fluff, because I have needs. Really bad needs. 🥺👉👈
The scent of your peach body wash had become more familiar each night, the sweet fragrance clung to Sylus’ body after every shower when he would climb into bed with you.
Your hands traversed his bare torso, gliding over smooth skin as you furrowed your brows.
“Like what you see?” he teased, but when you didn’t react, Sylus reached out, lifting your chin to meet his concerned gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t have any scars,” you murmured, your hands still skimming over his body in examination.
“You sound disappointed,” Sylus quipped with a deep chuckle, but he paused almost immediately when you looked up, staring at him with a worried expression. He was quiet briefly before speaking more seriously, “A benefit of my Evol, if you will.”
“Then…how many times have you been injured?”
“Does it matter?” he looked at you with a gentle smile, reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. You appreciated the affectionate gesture, but it didn’t mask the fact that he was pointedly ignoring your question.
You nodded firmly, refusing to let this conversation end. Sylus looked conflicted.
“It’s a good thing you can’t see any scars,” he insisted.
You touched his bicep. “Were you injured here?”
He sighed, and nodded. “Yes.”
You looked frantically around his body before your hand randomly touched his right shoulder. “Here?”
“Yes.”
Your mind continued to race with increasing anxious thoughts. You touched his thigh.
Sylus nodded.
You reached up and touched his chest, your hand near his heart. You paused, your face paling, already knowing the answer to this one. It had all happened so quickly, and even now you could still feel your finger pulling that trigger.
Sylus grabbed your wrist, pulling away. “Don’t think about it,” he said firmly, “I did it.”
“But…”
His hands held your face, pulling you to him, capturing your lips to swallow your words. You felt like you were choking, his kisses suffocating you as your mind was in turmoil from both the guilt of what you did and the painful knowledge of never knowing how often he was injured or how severe they were.
Sylus broke the kiss when he felt you sobbing against him. He looked at you with concern, not understanding what had led the two of you to this point. Instinctively, he pulled you into his lap, surprised when you lay against him almost instantly, your arms wrapped around his body, cheek pressed against his chest. He could feel the trembles in your body, knowing you were barely keeping your emotions in check.
“I’m not hurt,” he said, fingers already threading through your hair as comfort.
“I know,” you whispered back, tightening your hold around him. You could barely keep your voice steady, afraid that just one wrong word could break this dam and unleash all of the tears you were holding back.
“But,” he started, peering down at the top of your head, “this is nice.”
You looked up curiously, meeting his soft crimson gaze. He leaned down, his warm breath ghosted over your lips, making you shiver even more in his embrace. “Having you worried about me,” he said, elaborating further, “Caring about me.”
Sylus drew your lips to his again, this time gentler, more tender. You responded, hearing a pleased hum from him as his hands moved down your body.
“Sylus—”
He guided your hands back to his body. “I just hate to see you cry over me, sweetheart.”
You blinked back your tears.
[INSERT EMOTIONAL COMFORT SEX SCENE I HAVEN’T WRITTEN YET LMAO]
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carlossainz55 Short break before heading to Silverstone 🇬🇧
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Your bubble propoganda came in the form of putting him in a letter with cute decor, glitter, stickers, stamps, and cursive, and slipping him under my door.
I grieve the timeline where you never drew Carnival Bubble. I would be absolutely DEVASTATED if he never made it in the au... IM SO SORRY IVE COME TO LOVE HIM SO MUCH... CAINE WOULD N O T BE THE FUCKING SAME IN HIS WRITING WITH OUT HIM.
Wehehe 💖💖 I gave you an offer you couldn't refuse >:3
It always makes me happy seeing people in the comments going "BUBBLE IS SO CUTE!!" Everytime I see a drawing of Carnival Bubble I kick my feet and giggle and point and go "Ahaha! I did that!" It always brightens my day UwU
I have partly to thank my sibling who encouraged me to DIY my own Carnival Bubble after I was in shambles to see my favorite little guy missing from the line up
Anyway enough rambling I'M EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU DO WITH THEM I KNOW YOU GOT SOMETHING PLANNED I KNOWWWW 🫵
BUBBLE LOVERS REJOICE!! WE'RE IN THE GOOD TIMELINE!! YIPPIE!!
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