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Memory Lane

Part II

Part I

“You got an idea yet?”

It’s been three days since the redhead with eyes the colour of honey in sunlight first introduced herself and Asce can safely say his stay in hospital has brightened significantly. He’d still rather be out of here, but given his injuries he’s confined to bed.

But hey, at least they’re giving him the good drugs and allowing him good company.

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Little Swift - part 3

TAYLOR POV

“Happy Birthday my darling!” Andrea said, opening the door and immediately picking up Maisie and peppering her face with kisses, making Maisie giggle.

“Thank you, Nana!!” Maisie said as Andrea stopped kissing her, kissing her grandmother’s cheek back.

“Come on in…. Grandpa just went to get something from the garage.” Mom said, looking at me and winking.

For her birthday, my parents had bought Maisie a bike. It was purple and had a little basket. She had been eyeing up other kids bikes at the park and I knew my parents wanted to get her something she would really use. My birthday present for her was a ticket to a Disney on ice show the next month.

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Lean fingers ran over a taunt face, feeding magic and feeling out what more healing magic her body needed. The black polish shone in the dark, further emphasizing the metallic hues of his rings, attracting attention as they danced, smoothing a ridge in her nose and vein, once dark now slightly more faded. Only a couple more weeks and Dot would finally be able to bear to watch her reflection in the mirror.

Magnus was sure she didn’t know he knew. She had no idea he’d noticed how she flinched every time she accidentally stumbled on anything that showed her reflection, even the polished oak of the end table she’d bumped into the previous night.

Her hands had trembled, fingers slowly risen to run their lengths over her face, a brief look of horror and pain spreading over her features before she’d slipped the mask back on and had continued on her way. Magnus was sure that if he’d been in the room, she wouldn’t have even let that much through.

Dorothea Rollins had loyalty in her bones and wore her pride like an armour. It was a pride innate in every warlock. Their lives depended on it, not just because only they could determine their own worth—their world made certain to tell them as often as it could, that it didn’t think they were worth that much—but because it was that and sheer stubbornness that got them through dark times, the pride that they showed the world to prevent it from seeing the chink in their armour and catching a whiff that they were just about to shatter into tiny little fragments. All that time with Valentine had wreaked havoc on her. And only her pride was keeping her standing at the moment.

He had no intention of stripping her of it.

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You asked for it, and here it is! For the second year in a row, the Cre-ATE-ive brings you an entire week where the darkest and softest kinks come out to celebrate together! Tentacles, vouyerism, BDSM, perhaps some cross-dressing? 

From 11th to 18th of June, the kinkiest fest comes back! With #JustFuckMeUp, we encourage you to think outside the box and explore every kink with the characters and pairings of Hannibal or the Rarepairs; anything that revolves around the Hannibal fandom! All are welcomed to that kind of party ;)

Delight us with your fics, edits, fanarts, gifset… Any creative piece will be accepted as long as it fits the main theme, hasn’t been published before and it revolves around Hannibal.

Just let your inspiration flow and tag your creation with #JustFuckMeUp on Twitter and Tumblr! BUT PLEASE, tag responsibly!!! Tag every kink and possible trigger warning, especially if it contains a hardcore kink. That way, we all will have fun and nobody will feel uncomfortable! ;)

Thanks a million to @meduszoa​ for the incredible (and kinky) art.

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∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ Hey frog!!! I was the chubby Jolyne anon that got confidence from ur cute jojos awhile back, I’m so glad I came across your art without I wouldn’t have met such cool jojo peeps at the con and had such great fun! (I was really surprised at how many people asked to take my picture!)So thanks frog Keep on being great!!!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✨


OH MY GOD! YOU LOOK SO GREAT THAT COSTUME IS SUPER WELL MADE!! i’m so glad you had a good time!!!! you look amazing tysm for sharing these

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◦ pairing: reader x sub!jackson

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 2.5k

◦ a/n: Since my boys were eating well and taking beautiful pictures and finally resting on their “BTS Friendship Trip”, all my inspiration flowed in the direction of Got7 and BAP (mostly towards Jackson Wang cause wow do I wanna bang ;)). So here’s a really weird daydream I had in the middle of Econ (cause who cares about wealth inequality when you can get Wanged) I’m so sorry I hate myself for that too. Please don’t unfollow me.

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Originally posted by vulcanide

“Fuck, baby,” Jackson moaned into you as he tugged you into his body by your clothes. You were taken aback by his suddenness; the bedroom door had just barely closed and the rest of the boys were still in the house. You shrugged the coat off your body promptly, hardly stopping to ask questions as you leaned into the warmth of your boyfriend’s body. “Watching you fight like that,” he breathed, his lips hovering over yours as he groped at your sides, grabbing every bit of flesh that he could through your clothes. “Might have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growled into your neck as his hands took handfuls of your ass, locking his lips into your sweet spot. You hummed with approval as your hands stroked the hair at the base of his neck, letting his breathing grow heavy against your skin as he pulled you in for more. He loved when you touched the back of his neck like that.

You were a stunt double and combat choreographer and Jackson had been on set to pick you up on the way home. He showed up a little early and figured that instead of waiting around in front of the building, he would come see what you did. He had never actually seen you in action; he only knew that you were good at fighting, and never to steal your phone from you or scare you unexpectedly– two mistakes he had made before. Then, he watched you strut around the studio in a sleek, leather one-piece outfit and order around the actress and cameraman to get the best shot. You had him turned on faster than you could pin a man twice your size to the ground– and seeing you do just that only turned him on all the more.

“Tell me what to do,” he blurted in the midst of his kisses before rolling the t-shirt up, off your body.

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I went to the pub today to watch the rugby

Pearl Jam was playing the whole time. Suddenly Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog came on, everyone went quiet, the barman maxed out the volume, Chris Cornell and Eddie Vedder’s voices filled the room, the distorted guitars shook the glasses on the bar. It was amazing!