Aug 9, 2022
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smoke custody? I all can thing joint by I this think myself
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
kurodai, 1.6k w, kind-of soulmates (but not quite!)
hey @xomnispec itās me! your secret santa for theĀ @dailyhaikyuu gift exchange!! hope you like what i wrote for you despite reading the prompt incorrectly! - itās kurodai written with love & i hope you enjoy this holiday season!Ā (ą¹ĖĢµ į“ ĖĢµ)Ł
summary:
In which Daichi's distracted by shoes and one Kuroo Tetsurou.
Love sounds like whispers under bed sheets, mid night. Just to say how beautiful you are. As if this kept secret could slip out and uncover the meaning of trueness - as fingers wrinkle blankets too afraid to let them go. Our lips fold words like connectivity into dots. Deep rooted seeds. Potted plants of plots mainly themed to grow till death parts. A rise, fall, and resolution that you are my heart.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
welcome to my me time where i tell u a story in my favourite way: with animals & miscellaneous infodumpery! featuring oisuga, kiyoyachi & a cat, among other animals!
Summary:
To be fair, coming to the cat cafĆ© was all on him, and Koushiād agreed with that pleasant smile he always wore. Itās miraculous how they find so much time to spend together when Koushiās out picnicking with bears or dancing with lions or whatever it is he doesāTooruās still not entirely sure what Koushiās job entails, even after all this timeāwhile Tooru spends most days in the starched arms of his navy blue blazer in the heart of the city, fighting cases, which are, in his defence, as ferocious as any animal in the wild.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sero finds love at the bottom of a bowl of cereal. Itās the least romantic thing in the world, and in that momentāearly, on a Wednesday morning, late in the first semester of the new yearāhe finds it to be quite the opposite.
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š: your heart is ever expanding for the love you keep inside of you, tons of washi tape in all the shades of pink that decorate the corners of the photographs in your journal, pressed florals & doodles next to the scrawl of lyrics to made up love songs.
š: enthusiastic about the idea of love & overflowing withĀ emotions for those you hold dear, if never enough to share with them, going to bed with a smile on your face & the knowledge that you made someone laugh today.
š: fixation with metaphors and leitmotifs, a heart bursting at the seams for roses & peonies, skin deep determination to succeed, strong-willed & soft-hearted, honeyed words of reassurance because everythingāeverythingāwill be alright.
š: learning to get used to the phrase ālove yourselfā, slowly dissolving from bitter lemon to sweet clementine on your tongue, the joy at having the cat fall asleep in your arms, blurry memories and blurrier polaroids hanging from your wall.
ā„ļø: like the wax-sealed heart on a love letter, like the tip of the Cupid's arrow, like the passion on a lover's lips, like the locket that lies over your heart, under different lighting, it couldāve been what weād been seeing through the corner of our eyes all this time.
š: a heart full of intricate awe at nature, moontides and silk-soft gossamer and the dance of the fireflies, active portraiture of the word around you, rotating about its own axis with the cacophony of the cosmos waiting to be explored.Ā
ā£ļø: the gentle heartbeat when you sing softly to yourself, the first time you quote your favourite poem to someone you cherish, the goosebumps on your arms when they grin back, delighted, just the way you were, once upon a time.
š: sonorous nostalgia of things past, an empty nautilus shell, an abandoned garden, a broken sign post for an attraction of old, aĀ je ne sais quoi ofĀ aching longing for things once loved, once lost, tucked away in the creases on your palm.
š: love for the poetic imaginary & imaginative poetry, the thoughts that translate to paper with well practiced ease, inked in blood & promise, a trove of introspective reflection, localisation of the abstract, part of the abyss that stares right back.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
gen, theĀ seijouĀ 4, 8k words.
An alchemist, a djinn, a fey, a dragon made entirely out of chocolate, and a human touched by the goddess Ceres walk into a bar.
And blow it up.
(or, the true meaning of the saying, nothing adventured, nothing gained).
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Kurodai, bodyswap au. With lots of introspection, understanding & realisations. And dogs!
Tetsurou wakes up to his alarm clock going off, as he usually does. The second he opens his eyes, though, heās struck with the feeling that somethingās not right. He turns over and only just barely keeps from screaming, because heās face to face with a sleeping Sawamura.
Ā In his bed.
Ā Sleeping.
Ā With him.