8 Works by dxp
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She touched the chain that led to his wrist. She drew her finger down, and coaxed out the whip.
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Dirty fingernails (Oh boy what a prize) by dxp
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
26 Aug 2020
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In the dusk, he spots a black robed figure. Jiang Cheng does not call out the name that gathers behind his teeth, not into the evening chatter that shakes like mocking laughter from the trees. The demonic cultivator they are tracking does not wear black. She must be too exhausted now, to create illusions like that.
Zidian crackles, and the trees go briefly, gratifyingly quiet.
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I’ll get down to it by dxp
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
15 Aug 2020
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“I’ve never hooked up in a bathroom before,” Wen Qing says.
She leans back, a precise bend that puts her elbow on the counter, her legs are still parted around Mianmian’s thigh.
She says “I’d never be able to tell,” and laughs. Wen Qing looks quite pleased with herself. Her big eyes grow a little lidded. She stands again and slips her hands up under the flounce of Mianmian's skirt, along to the highest points of the seams of Mianmian’s panties.
Mianmian manages to say, “Is that an insult?” Wen Qing strokes the back of her fingers into the dip before the muscle that mantles the bone of her hip. Mianmian finds her gaze drifting down. The messy party dress, rucked up skirt and pulled down bodice. She drags the hem a little higher, and is rewarded by the sight of very sensible seamless underwear, in a surprising, pretty fuchsia. They are darker, where WQ’s legs are parted. She wets her tingling lips. Pulls the hem higher still.
“Here’s a compliment,” Wen Qing says.
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First, he should soften his affect. In the garden, in the dance that asked an intimate question, they had never once stood squarely forward. He is all aligned: chin, shoulders, hips, feet. He turns his chin down, and to the side.
He finds that he has succeeded in scandalizing himself, now. The gauze of his inner robes is clinging to his back. Pleased, he tries to wait out the fast fluttering, low in his chest, and work out how to move next. He ruins it all by finally glancing at Wei Wuxian.
They liberate a whale, spend a morning in the city, and discover a new appreciation for the art of dance.
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“You’re a romantic,” you say, “and the Behemoth isn’t building your garden.”
Naomi and Drummer on Tycho, and on the Behemoth.
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“I saw Tarth once from a ship. It was small, had tall hills, and it was very green,” says Jaime, prompting. That is an accurate if unromantic description. Podrick watches him curiously. “The sea seemed bluer there,” he adds.
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Her parted lips are caught in a neat rectangle of winter light.
A crisp morning in December.
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“If you’re relatable am I the villain?” Ramona says. “You have to give me the chinchilla coat and nails out to here.”
“That’s just facts,” Dorothy says. “Wait, let’s drink to it.”