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[sociallyrepressed]

tangled fates

“Colapinto! It is the demand of the law you be stopped! Surrender!”

It’s really wonder how Franco finds himself in these situations. Actually, not really, if he thinks about it. He definitely knew what he was getting into when he agreed to steal the crown with the twins- then betray said twins. Whatever, it’s a criminal world, there are no friends.

He’s panting heavily, breathes rattling in his chest. There’s the pounding of horse hooves behind him, and he’s ducking through foliage.

It’s really fucking unfair. He’s running on foot and they’ve got prized stallions of a high pedigree to chase him down. Fucking English whores. He bursts through another array of hanging vines, scrambling to dig his heels into the rocky earth of the sudden cliff’s edge. What the fuck.

He rears back, but he doesn’t have time to turn around and go a different direction, not with the royal guard down his neck, so he looks around frantically for anywhere to hide. On his third visual pass he notices a an entrance tucked behind an outcrop of rock and covered by overgrowth. He runs to it, cursing quietly when he realizes there are several industrial locks on the outside of the door.

Digging through his satchel frantically, Franco pulls out his handy piece of welded elastic iron, setting to work picking the many locks. Honestly, there’s an absurd amount of locks.

The thundering sound of the guard is fastly approaching. The last lock gives just as the shiny reflection of glossy horse coats, and he shoves his way through the door, slamming it shut behind him. He leans against the door to listen, since there are no windows, releasing a sigh of relief upon hearing the retreat of the guards.

Relaxing his shoulders, Franco turns to look at his surroundings.

“Hello?” It looks like the inside of a cottage, complete with a kettle whistling on the stove. Counters and shelves and surfaces everywhere are covered by clay creations. “Is anyone here?” Franco walks through, trying to find a back exit. Beyond the front area and the kitchen, there’s a living room filled with pictures and books. Despite a general feeling of wariness, curiosity wins out and takes a closer looks at the frames. There are many smiling faces and moments in time that stare back at him, a lot of them appearing more than once. He’s so distracted by looking at the faces, trying to figure out which one owns the cottage, that he doesn’t hear a soft growling from behind. He doesn’t see the figure approaching his back until it’s too late- all he can see is the reflection of something being swung behind him before it all goes dark.

Curiosity killed the cat, and all that.

There’s an ache wrapping his head in cotton, senses dulled and sluggish when he comes to. The first thing he processes is something rough and wet pressing against his ears. Franco’s eyes snap open to see a big dog blocking most of his vision and licking the side of his face.

He lets out a yell and goes to push the dog away when he realizes his wrists and ankles have been restrained to a chair.

“What the…”

“How did you find me here?” A voice comes from the dark corner of whatever room he’s in- he’s probably concussed, he’s going to give himself grace at his lack of awareness. Squinting his eyes to try and make out any features at all doesn’t help. Luckily, the man- and he knows it’s a man from the voice- steps into the ring of light around the center of the room.

And he’s. The man is quite pretty, in Franco’s opinion. Planes of tanned skin and a mess of rich brown curls atop his head. He’s lean, but not skinny, Franco can see muscles shift in his legs when he moves and in his arms when he lifts-

“Wait, wait, wait!” He stops the man from swinging a damn frying pan at his head again. He realizes he hadn’t been listening to him talking, whoops. He does the safe thing and answers the first question, “I didn’t find you anywhere, don’t even know who you are. Although, if the fates did guide me here I wouldn’t complain.” He feels his lips pull back into an impish grin.

Fuck his natural tendencies to flirt his way out of situations. Damn. The man steps back and lowers his weapon out of shock.

“What?”

Franco winces to himself but ultimately decides to lean into it as long as it keeps the pan away from his head. “Franco Colapinto, and I’m here because the Mother decided you’re too pretty to be as lonesome as you are. She led me here.” The man raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. Even the dog sits back on its haunches, eyebrows furrowed like it’s giving him a judgmental look. He doesn’t cringe, not one bit. “And who are you?”

He hesitates a moment before answering, “Lando.” Then he gestures to the dog, who is still staring at Franco. “And this is Max. But why are you here?”

And uh oh. Suddenly he remembers the satchel and the prized diadem hidden within. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Where is it? The satchel.”

Lando’s face turns smug. “It’s somewhere you’ll never find it.” The dog barks in agreement.

He cranes his neck to peer at the various pots in the corners of the room. One sticks out to him, bright and beautiful. “It’s in that pot, isn’t it?” He raises an eyebrow. Lando narrows his eyes and sucks in a breath, swinging the pan at Franco’s head before he can even open his mouth to protest.

There’s something pulling at the side of his face. A rough, wet type of friction that’s- Franco’s eyes snap open again to see Max with his paws up on the side of chair, licking his ear.

“Stop doing that,” he whips his back as far as he can to get away from the dog-breath. Somehow, Max seems to understand, pulling back and padding over to sit at his master’s feet. Speaking of, Franco drags his eyes appreciatively over Lando.

“Now you’ll never find it.” His grin is infectious, and he might be the worst kidnapper Franco’s ever met. He wonders how long it’s been since he’s socialized with another human being, or maybe even anything living that’s not the dog.

“That’s alright, I think I’ve found something more valuable anyways.” It’s really not alright, the diadem is worth fortunes, but he doesn’t quite think the wealth of the Seven Kingdoms equates to seeing a blush spread across his cheeks.

“Enough.” He snaps, but Franco doesn’t feel chastised. It’s hard to when he can see the effects of his words on the man. “If you want it back you’re going to do me a favor.”

“A favor?” He allows his eyes to drag over him again. Franco knows that’s not what he meant, he just can’t help but to tease such a responsive victim.

Lando scowls at him. “I want to see the stars.”

“The stars?” Disbelieving. A possession worth more than their lives in his grasp, a criminal with a reward of thousands, and he wants to see stars? “Uh, you can’t just go outside and see them?”

“No, not those ones. The ones that only come out once a year. Tomorrow night.”

Ah, he’s talking about the lanterns for the lost prince. Should be easy enough.

“Alright, Lando, you’ve got yourself a deal. Release me.”

Lando stands for a few moments, studying him. Once he’s decided Franco probably won’t attack him and run, he carefully unties the binds that connected Franco and the chair.

“Well, come on then princess, we’ve got some lights to see.”

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I feel like spreading positivity so.

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[teddybeartoji]

Thoughts on tall women?

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEE IS THIS COMING FROM????????????? I LOVE TALL WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY'RE SOOOO FUCKING HOT THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL I WANT THEM TO PUSH ME UP AGAINST A WALL AND STARE DOWN AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOOOOOVEEE TALL WOMENN PLEAAASEEE WHY WOULD YOU EVEN ASK ME THIS YOU'RE IMPLYING THAT I WOULDN'T LIKE THEM I'M SO FUCKING SAD I WANT TO KISS EVERY TALL WOMAN IN THE WORLD I WANT YOU ALL TO WEAR HEELS I WANT YOU TO BE EVEN TALLERRRRRR CAN YOU HEAR MEEEE TALL WOMEN YOU ARE MY EVERYTHINGGGGGGG

[coureirsix]

brian o'conner i diagnose you with faggot

[twistedmeru]

Mermay I dive under the sea with you?

(Trying to do something stupid with the titles here don’t assume it has any relation to what’s in the actual “story”.)

Day 3-Dwelling/home

While Briar stared at the creature before them or person… whatever they were Zetsu did as he normally would do and proceeded to slink away into the ship. Hoping that his presence would be forgotten even if he wanted to save Briar if something happened. He’d have gone under the deck and into their cabin area on it. A few small games tables and remnants of leftover studies done in two different spots. One being filled with maps while the other held books and flashcards about rare animal species.

Zetsu considered what he could do and in all honesty he wasn’t too sure. But, he figured making as little noise as possible was a good idea. So he curled into his bed, looking over at Briar’s bed which had a clownfish blanket on it, while his was a cat styled one. He couldn’t help but really wonder if tonight he’d sleep alone here or if he’d go to sleep at all. And he had shut the door to the cabin as well quietly on his way down here. Unlike before all the creaks and noises of the ocean outside which were once something he’d take partial joy in considering his… tendencies to be alone. All of them were now a bit more haunting and only worsened his anxiety towards if he’d even hear them again or if he’d be joining them while he drowns. 

[amitylesbian]

looking past the shitty two story central city development to the 6 story apartment building behind it is like a sick joke

[artisanalpeanutbutter]

I stg ive always had very defined cheekbones but ever since I started working out they look fuckin SCULPTED

Also my chest finally isn't just a sack of bones so big W for me. There's an actual gesture of muscle now instead of the convexity of my ribs meeting my sternum

[elegantniolo]

AFTERCARE

𖦹 pure fluff, hugs & kisses, pet names, etc etc, tell me if I missed anything !

𖦹 fiah speaking. . . hi people 🙂‍↕️

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You and Chris were currently in bed, cuddling skin to skin. He was rubbing your back gently as his fingers traced your back, too. "Mmm, ma wanna shower?" Chris whispered softly. You nod. He gently pushes you off his chest and holds his hand out for you. You both go over to the bathroom, he turns the warm water on for the both you and you guys get in the shower.

As you both shower he holds your waist and hugs you from behind. You lean against with your head laying on his chest, he places little kisses on your head as you wash your arms and upper body. Chris helps you aswell, you sit down on the little shower seat you have and he washes your legs.

After showering, he drapes a towel over your body and carries you onto the counter. It was pretty late so you and Chris brushed your teeth and did skin care. He gives you small kisses all around your body and head. You both got ready for bed in matching pjs.

Chris suggested a movie night and you agreed. Chris went downstairs to go get some snacks for your movie and you got the bed cleaned up and ready. You fluffed all the pillows and put new sheets and blankets, you lay all your stuffed animals on each pillow then you lay down. You wait for Chris as you look through some movies, rom coms, horror ones, musicals and others. You find a selection and then Chris finally comes through the door with bunches of sweets and junk foods in his arms.

He jumps onto the bed and throws the snacks onto the bed aswell, he lays on your chest, "what are we gonna watch baby?" He mumbled against your neck, "mmm I dunno I wanted to watch a rom com but also a horror movie.." you say with a small giggle as he kissed and bit your neck. "Hmm.. let's watch a rom com." He whispers, you nod and smile as you scrolled through the selections and pick The Notebook. Into the movie Chris was laying in your lap as his head was on your chest and looks up. "Youre a pretty girl" he giggles, his giggles makes you smile, it was so adorable. You smile at him and kiss his forehead "and you're so handsome." You say softly.

By the end of the movie, chris had fallen asleep in your arms and lap, you looked down to see the sleepy boy with his brown hair all a mess and a few stains of snacks on his shirt. You kiss his face once again and whisper, "goodnight baby." You see him smile as he sleeps and you both end the night cuddled together.

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Help I dunno if this is good.. lmfao for some reason this took me hours cus I took a break in between each paragraph, also sorry it's so shorttttttt.

Hope you guys like thisss, fiah out.

[leggywillow]

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @dreadfutures ^_^

Tagging @theluckywizard @ammoniteflesh @feralkwe @nirikeehan

A snippet from the next chapter of The Path of Most Resistance that I am so almost done with. Templar Dacre Trevelyan is about to embark on his bad idea revenge quest to catch Anders and deliver him to Starkhaven. (My sentences are so shorttttttt.)

“I don’t know what the fuck my duty is anymore. I don’t think I ever knew. Meredith was mad, and I never thought to question—I never—I killed so many people, Ruvi.” His chest shook with the effort of holding back his rising sobs, hysteria bubbling up in his belly and threatening to tear out of his throat in wails. “Innocent people. I helped make Kirkwall what it’s become. Let me stop one person who actually deserves it.”

(It's seven sentences I think.)

[inferencesarchives]

Hi!, could i request a oneshot with Stardust cookie and a reader that is like Alan Walker? (a famous singer)

Like, Stardust cookie was travelling around the Earthbread when he stumbles across a concert hosted by Reader, and Stardust gets amazed by Reader and his music. (Pro tip: search a music that matches with the scenario/prompt. Personally, i recommend: Alan Walker - The Spectre or Alan Walker - Alone)

Take all the time you need!

-📡

The Brightest Star

stardust cookie x reader

summary: while traveling through the universe, stardust cookie notices a song being sung in the distance. what will happen after he goes to investigate the source of the music?

warnings: love at first sight, possibly ooc(?), sorry it's a bit short :,)

The vastness of space was something Stardust Cookie was well acquainted with. If one were to assume that he could name each and every constellation, they would likely be correct. Though, that is not to say he has visited each and every place. To assume that would be far from the truth. The planets visited by Stardust Cookie are few and far between. As such, any place graced with his presence could consider itself lucky.

The same could be said for this planet, which Stardust Cookie had just set foot on for the first time. As he got off the train, he looked around the city. For a while, he simply walked aimlessly through the city, enchanted by the atmosphere provided by the neon lights everywhere.

He walked on for hours on end without any particular destination. That is, until, he noticed a melody playing in the distance. Curiously, he made his way towards the source of the music.

The closer he got to the song, the more he was amazed by the melody. As he approached the music, he eventually found its source: you, singing and playing songs for all to hear. He looked you up and down, astonished not only by your music, but by your charming looks as well.

He decided to stay and listen for a while, your music bringing forth a strange, fuzzy feeling in his heart. Your melodies and songs brought a warm smile to his face as he nodded along to the beat. For a brief moment, the two of you locked eyes, and he swears your grin grew larger when you noticed him.

He wasn't quite sure how long he had stayed, but it didn't matter to him. All that mattered to him was the steady beat of your music, synchronized with the steady beat of his heart.

a/n: waaaaaaa im sorry it's so shorttttttt i worked on this for 5 hours but it's still not as long as i wanted it to be waaajdmdnfkxldpsjcnd and im sorry i didn't know how to end it i really tried my best :((((( i hope it's still ok,,,, ty for requesting 📡 anon welcome to my aquarium,,, i hope u like it aaaaaaa,, also requests are almost doneee the speedrun is coming to a close yay,,,, ok bye friends im tired bye bye adios bye

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[hitechlatte]

Me: Let's make a fun short spin off for my fic!

Also Me: Outline is somehow 14 chapters long and the current rough draft is already at 9K words long at just chapter 3.

WHY CAN'T I EVER WRITE ANYTHING SHORTTTTTTT

So yeah, this may take me a bit longer to write than expected.

But plus side, now your super sad and angsty enemies to lovers will ALSO be a lengthy slow burn, because APPARENTLY I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE ANYTHING ELSE

[here2bbtstrash]

ughhh, i love rereading ldomlt, the kihyun scene, and then yoongi causally like "oh yeah, my friend kihyun." LIKEEE GET YOUR SHORT ASS OUTTA HERE STOPPPPP I WAS ACTUALLY SCREAMING

LMAOOOOOOOOO NOT SHORTTTTTTT I CAN'T BREATHE

(also me writing LDOMLT reader as, apparently, a super-shortie bc she keeps noticing how much taller yoongi is when she's not in heels... even tho i personally would be eye-to-eye with him while barefoot... IT'S CALLED FICTION UM ANYWAYS)

thank u so much tho omg. y'all i cannot WAIT for the chapter 5 reread because THAT CHAPTER ?!?!?!? literally the first time in my life i experienced fight or flight while writing 🙈 i had to do so much deep breathing to get through those scenes...... god it was so bad lmfaooo

[leafsbabe]

I’m at 500 words if this gets over 3k I’m gonna scream somebody needs to give me the ability to write something that isn’t either a 500 word headcanon or a 8k imagine

I just want to write something shorttttttt

[theafrochick]

My hair does look better now that I trimmed off the heat damaged/dead ends but like. It's shorttttttt 😭😭😭 every time bro.

[imtalkin]

Okay so I couldn’t see a fucking thing lol (I did see her on the screens! I’m just shorttttttt) but Ryan took some videos! We’ll see what he’s got and I’ll try to post some 💙

[kitschke]

ughhhhhhhhhhh she cut my hair too shorttttttt