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Low-key need more commotion for The Stroke of Midnight, his audios are mad good. And idk he seems like a sweet dude frl.
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pagetreader · 2 months
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@retrograderesemblance said:
He tore his mask from his face with little grace, blinking harshly, rubbing a hand over his eyes to ease the imprints of fabric from his skin. "forgive me. i hate these things." smiling, he saw she still wore her mask and he quickly averted his eyes, feeling oddly exposed even if that was a foolish thing to think. " i suppose you can't take yours off then." still grinning, "can't risk messying your hair." (from benedict to sophie)
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Oh...Oh…
She knew him by reputation, by both praised traits and scandalous gossip derived from the nosey ton, and yet she could never have imagined how handsome he was. The corners of his eyes and mouth crinkled when he smiled and his eyes sparkled like the crystals in the overhanging chandelier. 
His irises were a warm green that faded into a murky gray, reminding her of the way the garden looked during an overcast morning. Speechless, she could only look upon him with utter awe as she slowly shook her head in disbelief. He was perfect. He was immaculate. He was…
“Beautiful…” she found herself musing aloud, only to immediately regret how overly and unintentionally transparent she’d been. With a sheepish smile and a small laugh, she amended, “Uh, th-the music. I mean.” 
Despite her attempt, she was certain he knew what she meant, for he was still grinning, “I suppose you can't take yours off then. Can't risk messying your hair." 
“My mask?” she echoed, suddenly feeling a tad self conscious. Instead of humoring him, she took a step back and countered, “And if I remove it, the intrigue of mystique will be lost. Then all the fun of a masquerade would be out the window.” 
Here, Sophie mimicked a whooshing sound and gestured as though the metaphorical mass of mystery were in her palm as she threw it aside. Though she wished to speak with him further, her fear of being somehow recognized was making her wish she could be the one to escape out the nearest window.
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I think it says a lot about my issues, as well as my general love for characters voiced by Escaped, that while i was listening to the latest episode of the Arranged series, i caught myself thinking "you know... Why is Rodrigo kinda 👀👀👀" over and over, while he was threatening to fucking kill the queen/listener. Somebody help, it's bad 😂😭
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music-in-my-veins14 · 4 months
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finxwrites · 1 month
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strange & grimm, which btw sounds like an urban fantasy affectionately parodic hardboiled detective agency. probably queer.
It was a hot, muggy night in the Enchanted Forest. Everyone with a lick of sense was down in the fairy glens, hoping the Winter Court would put in an appearance and bring a breeze on with them. Lucky me, I’m the sucker who fingered the Snow Queen for the missing persons case last winter, so I’m persona non grata in the fairy glens these days.
Just as well. I couldn’t afford to leave the office, not when it’d been so long since my last case. Though on a night like this, I might as well not bother. It was too hot for crime. Even the leaves on the enchanted trees were drooping in the heat. 
I was just about to call it a night when a dame walked in my door. Tall, blonde, legs for days, with an air of tragedy that could put an unloved stepchild to shame. I looked her over suspiciously for any cheery woodland creatures hidden in her golden ringlets. If she was a princess, I’d turf her right back out of the office, case unheard. Princesses paid well, but they were more trouble than they were worth.
No mice poked their adorable little noses out of her pockets as the dame sank into a chair and fixed me with a hard look. “I hear you’re the best in the business,” she said without preamble. “And I need the best.”
I leaned back in my seat. “Baby, I’m the only one in the business. It’s not a good genre for private dicks.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, yes, far too child-friendly for any sort of dicks.” Before I could recover from that little gem, she went on, “It’s a child I’m here about. My sister. She’s…she’s gone missing.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Please, Detective, you’re my last hope. The royal courts won’t hear me out, they think she’s gone on the lam!”
I nodded grimly. “One of those Bo Peep situations, huh?” I get a depressing number of those. All it takes is one wolf in sheep’s clothing—you’d think the kids would learn.
The dame glared. There was enough cold iron in her gaze to put a fairy off her ambrosia. “On the lam, Detective. On the run. My sister has…something of a record.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Your sister the child? She some kind of crime prodigy?”
The dame fidgeted, looking away. “She’s…” She sighed explosively. “My sister is Goldilocks.”
I whistled, low and long. Crime prodigy indeed—Goldilocks was wanted in five kingdoms for the most impressive string of burglaries the Enchanted Forest had ever seen. No one could ever prove she’d done it, but the circumstantial evidence had piled up higher than mattresses on a pea. No wonder no royal court would take this case.
The dame’s shoulders hunched defensively, but she bulled on without trying to defend her wayward sister. “She’s gone missing, and I know it’s not another one of her sprees. Something is wrong this time.” She turned back to meet my eyes, her lovely features harsh with poorly-suppressed fear. “It’s her first crime come back to haunt her, I just know it is. They’ve always wanted revenge—especially the baby of the family, and he’s all grown up now. What they’d do if they got hold of her—“ She cut herself off with a watery gasp; her eyes were wet with tears. “Oh, it doesn’t bear thinking about!”
I handed her a handkerchief and gave her a minute to compose herself. It gave me a minute, too, to decide if I was really going to be this stupid. You don’t tangle with the big predators, not if you know what’s good for you, and especially not a whole family of them. Families are a dangerous thing in any genre.
But I was her last hope, and I’m a sucker for lost causes. And if I didn’t get paid soon, this business would become a lost cause itself. I said a silent farewell to my good sense as it packed its bags and left for kinder climes. “Alright,” I told the dame, “Give me the facts. We’ll see what kind of a story they tell.”
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transgenderuwo · 9 months
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STOP: it's not the goddamn year of the dragon yet
Hold on posting your goddamn culturally Christian ass solar new year greetings that clumsily use east Asian lunar new year elements. We gotta do this song and dance every single time because y'all still refuse to do any research. Lunar new year is never on January 1; it is ALWAYS after solar new year. Lunar new year 2024 is on February 10th – save yourself some embarrassment please you're better than this
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itsmangacap · 5 months
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Gozen 0-ji, Kiss Shi ni Kite yo 午前0時、キスしに来てよ —  ch. 38 ⌈ 2015 - 2020 | by mikimoto rin ⌋
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ebbpettier · 1 year
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*insert snide baz comment about simon being full of hot air here*
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pratchettquotes · 10 months
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"I'd better be going," said Susan. "Miss Butts always checks the dorms on the stroke of midnight."
"How many dormitories are there?" said the raven.
"About thirty, I think."
"You believe she checks them all at midnight and you don't believe in the Hogfather?"
Terry Pratchett, Soul Music
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service4cops · 1 year
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Nights are the best time to find a horny cop who’s been brewing all week and is in serious need of some midnight service. 
Lead the way Officer.
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starrysharks · 1 year
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carnival kids
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nerdieforpedro · 5 months
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WIP Wednesday
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I haven’t been working on much. 👀 So I think I have three previews? One would say that’s not nothing Nerdie and they are correct. It’s just my brain has been…flipped upside down, shaken and stirred and jostled a little just for funsies. 😑 Bah.
Anyway! Good news is that I am heavy in the fluff camp! Smut was lost between being shaken and stirred I think. 🤔
I was tagged by @secretelephanttattoo @604to647 @djarins-cyare and @inept-the-magnificent 💕💕💕 Thank you for thinking of me. ❤️
Previews under the cut:
The first is for “Our Journey Across the Star Ocean.”
His hand touched face one time with his bare hand next to Grogu’s little green one on your cheek, his thumb brushed against your lips. He held it there a moment before dropping his hand. You wonder if he was embarrassed or sorry that he did so. But his hand is once again in yours as he charts the course to the next bounty.
It’s not only the small touches. Din always remembers enough cleaning supplies for your tools and the ship in addition to the small little caf cakes you like after a bounty goes well. Din might have started eating one as he would buy three instead of just two. The small parchment paper in the refuse was the evidence he’d had one.
It’s very cute I think. 💕 we’re at part four, may end at part five because…reasons. 👀
The second preview is for a random Dieter Bravo series I wanna write just because:
“I’ll text Mindy. It will be fine. Anything happens she’ll blame me anyway. You can just be licking ice cream off your lips.” Scooting closer to Tamia, Dieter purposely lowers his head to look up at her, using his deep brown eyes to his advantage. If you’ve got it, use it right?
Huffing, Tamia reluctantly agrees to Dieter’s proposal for ice cream. A car is summoned and they’re off within ten minutes. A flurry of texts from Mindy stating that he needs to take Tamia home now go ignored other than Dieter’s one reply: Okay mom. We’ll be back in plenty of time. It’s just ice cream.
Who doesn’t want ice cream, especially with Dieter? 🥰
Lastly, I’m working on Only Pieces of you Mr. Morales finale it’s longer than a Drabble (my bad) but I gotta wrap it up properly:
There stands Francisco, a messy mop of dark curls bouncing on the back of his neck, his gray t-shirt struggling to contain his biceps and shoulders. He was wearing tan cargo shorts that cupped the curve of his ass just right. He’s finishing up the eggs, the bacon is to the side, pancakes are keeping warm in a metal baking pan covered with foil. The table is set with orange juice and syrup already out. If she wasn’t apprehensive about what conversation they were going to have, she’d tell him to cover all the food and head back to the bedroom. This is by far one of the sexiest and sweetest things he does for her: letting her not worry about anything. She’s waiting for his usual line of “breakfast is served mi amor (my love).” That’s not what he turns and says.
And a last sentence because @djarins-cyare did one:
Javi and Abigail watched the cerulean blue waves roll against the rocks as they finished up their meal.
I made progress on my Javi G series Two Hearts by the Ocean finally! 🌊
NPT: @rhoorl @maggiemayhemnj @laurfilijames @grogusmum @angelofsmalldeath-codeine
@goodwithcheese @djarinmuse @connectioneverywhere @morallyinept @megamindsecretlair
@soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @spacecowboyhotch @avastrasposts @mysterious-moonstruck-musings
@magpiepills @pedroshotwifey @julesonrecord @alltheglitterandtheroar @pamasaur
@saturn-rings-writes
PS: I might have made notes to two Moon Knight fics. 👀 Again for reasons…maybe found while being flipped. Who knows these things really?
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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 6 months
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Summary: After Addison, Arthur and John didn't go to New York - they just went home, and set up shop in as PIs in Arkham. Now several months later, having completed work for a wealthy client, they find themselves invited to a fancy dinner party with New England's elite occultists. But among the rich and famous diners are two unexpected guests: "Andrew" Larson, Arthur's one time nemesis, and Peter Yang, back from the dead but not quite right. After an awkward dinner, and an introduction to a mysterious supernatural artifact, a corpse is discovered. It's up to Arthur and John to solve the murder and stop the artifact before it unleashes its eldritch magic on them all.
Author: @croik
Author: THIS IS A CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE FANFIC. How cool is that?? I've seen a few of these before but this one is especially fun and I loved going back to chapters I already read after discovering new parts of the overall mystery.
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torawro · 8 months
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everyone let’s gather round and wish my glorious handsome lover boy sweetie pie bbg a happy birthday <3
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booktomoviebrawl · 3 months
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Book to movie brawlers how do we feel about the Hunger Games movies?
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bybdolan · 5 months
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looking for alternative titles for ttpd for an edit and i am taking suggestions in the replies n my inbox
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