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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: gen:LOCK (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Valentina Romanyszyn | Val Romanyszyn, Valentina Romanyszyn Additional Tags: Recreational Drug Use Series: Part 3 of Daily Drabbles Summary:
Everything was more vivid. More and less tangible at the same time and he felt like he was flying.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: gen:LOCK (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Julian Chase Additional Tags: Light Angst Series: Part 2 of Daily Drabbles Summary:
Maybe someday things could be normal again.
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This isn’t a drawing. This can’t even be considered *art* unless sheer unadulterated hell is actually art. And yes, this is a parody fic of My Immortal from the perspective of Qrow. Because Discord pushed me forward. You’ve been warned.
yoyoyo you should send me cute prompts i really need some cute shit to write rn you won't regret it~
tbh im just kinda dissapointed that the captorcest fic you were writing "my brother's keeper" is discontinued xD it was rly great
I've tries to pic it up again actually! It's just a really tough writing shift from my current style back to where I was writing then ahaha!! I still have them in my head tho and, like the rest of my old fics, I'll probably come back to it or rewrite it at some point uwu
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Best Intentions, Chapter Three
Pairing: Cronkri Summary: Your name is Kankri Vantas and you are a second year Theology Major at Cresting Heights College. This year, however, your main project has lead you down a road that you're not sure you're entirely prepared for. Rating: Explicit
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I demand more. More, I say. Adorable nerds on the couch, if you know what I mean. But you know, just as friends. Platonically.
(omfg you're giving us spoilers for the fic you little shit)
He wasn't entirely sure just how many episodes of this damnable pony show Cronus had talked him into watching but it had been far too many for his interest, or at least until the taller man had gotten on his knees between his legs and smirked up at him; this was all a part of being friends with him, after all: blow jobs when they were alone together.
With hot lips around the head of his cock he could hardly think about what it was he was supposed to be, but he wanted his damnable chastity piecing off as soon as possible; though with Cronus's lips and tongue already working at him, how could he actually pull him away?
Instead he suffered, feeling his cock twitch with he lap against it and each dig of fingers in his thighs; he had a feeling that he was going to regret not taking out his piercing, but when Cronus pulled off and just sat next to him with an arm around his shoulders again, he let out a frustrated noise just to settle against his completely and entirely platonic friend, though he knew that he just didn't want to miss the fucking song that was playin.
1) Give me a pairing - Porkri; 2) Give me an AU setting - You know EXACTLY what I want, the first time it happens; 3) I will write you a three-sentence fic. - Hell yes that's what I'm asking for. "im not drunk this time guys but ill still do this shit" Don't make me continue nightblogging.
Kankri couldn’t believe that he’d been dragged to this hellhole of a party with all of these horrible fucking feminazis when he could have spent the night in his room blogging to his his followers; he was glad to at least have a drink, as it was much better than attempting this sober.
But that was when he saw the devil woman eyeing him from across the room and with that fucking smirk on her face that he just had to get rid of, and, with a scowl on his face, he moved over to her.
They argued for hours about his beliefs and her little pet projects, and eventually it ended up with her tongue down his throat and hickeys coating his neck and chest; though, when he was in their Gender Studies course the next day, he couldn’t help but to seethe as the bitch gave him that same fucking smirk while the professor prattled on about fucking abortion, and he swore that this wouldn’t be the end of his quarrel with Porrim Maryam.
(fun fact: there might be a little something something coming up that has these two hate snogging like at least three times if not frickle fracking)
