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sexuality and sensuality by absolutecapriciousness (syballineInferno)
Fandoms: Homestuck
30 Jul 2013
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the first time she has sex without love or hate, she feels dirty.
//or, a study in porrim and her insight towards her fellow trolls and sex in ten scenes.
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30 Apr 2026
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A big, fat line of D’s ran down his screen—honestly, not that different from normal, all things considered.
But at the bottom, written in bright red letters, all caps, bolded for stupid emphasis as if he couldn’t tell something really fucking bad from something really fucking maybe okay actually, spelled his inescapable doom: MINIMUM GPA REQUIREMENT NOT MET, STUDENT ON ACADEMIC PROBATION UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. SEE ADVISOR IMMEDIATELY.
Fuck.
Dave Strider is a junior in college and nearing the end of his rope. After two years of fumbling his way through his computer science and engineering classes, the other shoe has finally dropped: he's fucked it up. Coping comes in the form of a loud-mouthed barista that Dave can't seem to do anything except enrage, while Karkat seems incapable of getting Dave to fuck off for good, for better or for worse. With a month-long winter break looming, loneliness begins to set in. Shit gets dire, bro.
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30 Apr 2026
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She was, for some reason, losing her touch, and that terrified her. What was the clenching in her chest, the wish that Porrim would lean over and wrap her arms around her?
Damara's used to the routine she has with Porrim, but without meaning to, she starts wishing for more.
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- Part 7 of femslash february 2025
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30 Apr 2026
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Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
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ode to the cathode
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22 Apr 2026
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“These flowers are called lily of the valley. It's said that they're able to ward off evil spirits and help people see a brighter future.”
“...Due to the concentration of cardiac glycosides, lily of the valley are highly poisonous if consumed.” - 'Lily of the valley', WikipediaA story about a girl who kills herself and the people she leaves behind.
Or: “What if Mari did commit suicide”
Expressing "life" through a story.
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