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burning gold by aconyte
Fandoms: ウマ娘 プリティーダービー | Uma Musume: Pretty Derby (Video Game), ウマ娘 プリティーダービー | Uma Musume: Pretty Derby (Anime)
27 Dec 2025
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It's exaggerated, maybe. Uncalled for, surely. A product of a momentary rise of emotions, struck hot by the vindication of a kindred spirit. But while the heated complaints only meant to meet closed doors, they fail to fall on deaf ears.
Or, very few things in the world can make Opera O angry. Underneath the Tokyo racecourse, two spectators inadvertently discover one of them.
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Knowing the reason behind a phenomenon differs greatly from understanding its workings. While I can tell these are scars inflicted upon your soul, I grew curious about them while observing you and your memories. Now that you are alone, I saw it fit to voice this curiosity.
Or, Cerces is curious about Anaxa's body. He offers to let them take a closer look.
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"May I?"
"Such reverence," Anaxagoras scoffs. "It doesn't suit you. Are you really the goddess here, or am I?"
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In the bustling opulence of the Golden Hour, you meet a girl.
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He'd brought it up like something that'd be a chore. As she watches him jolt, a hand jerking to his mouth to barely catch what's unmistakably a moan, she has to wonder what part of this she was supposed to just be putting up with.
Or, Sunday's first egg laying season on the Express arrives.
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Kaveh shows him another creation of his youth - pieces of a shattered mirror, cut to perfect shapes, arranged to fit onto a sphere. “I used to hang it up in my room at the spot where the sun shone in through a hole in the wall.” he says, a wondrous look in his eyes. “The light bounced off of it in fascinating colours. It was breathtaking. It made these– these patterns on the walls and ceiling, and I used to just lie on my bed in the afternoon and stare up at the different colours.”
Aether looks into the rondure of reflections and momentarily freezes. Looking back at him were hundreds of fragments of her, over and over again. Quietly, he places it back into the box.
(Even if the mind forgets, the body remembers. Aether thinks he has forgotten her entirely.)
Bookmarked by aconyte
21 Jun 2025
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Warm comforting sunshine in a bottle, this fic. I love you everyday life, mundane bonds, and shared woes becoming half a woe.
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“Tell me about yourself,” Aventurine smiled. “How does an upstanding, sweet thing like you end up in a den of moral grit and grime?”
Stelle thought carefully about her response.
“I was horny.”
“What?” Aventurine’s head nearly hit the countertop.
“I was… horny,” Stelle repeated herself, wondering if perhaps he hadn’t heard her the first time.
“I heard you the first time, darling,” Aventurine stressed. “But… you need to have a little more class than that, no?”
Stelle frowned. She never went to school. How was she supposed to have class?
In which Stelle winds up in the seedy underbelly of Penacony Golden Dream--the red light district, home to all manner of lowlifes, scoundrels, and one-night stands. She won't survive a minute there, not without a friend to lean on.
But she learns soon enough that everyone deserves as much; a shoulder to cry on, and a friend to call home.
Bookmarked by aconyte
03 May 2025
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Combining smut and crack makes a nuclear weapon, as I've found out just now. Every other sentence of this is a sucker punch. I'm fucking crying. 1000000/10.
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Curiosity by jailedbard (twoheadedenby) for thalassashells
Fandoms: Bloodborne (Video Game)
03 Mar 2017
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The Hunter has scarcely quelled one threat before another entirely new challenge presents itself. Something of an alternate, porny take on the Honoring Wishes ending.
Bookmarked by aconyte
02 May 2025
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*points at eldritch god beyond comprehension* that's my WIFE
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Robin takes his hand, squeezing it tight as she graces him with a radiant smile, her wings fluttering.
Sunday's heart flutters too, stomach lurching until he feels sick with it. Xipe could descend in all of THEIR divine radiance and smite him for this deviancy, and it would not change a thing. He could not possibly be more smitten than he is in this moment.
Sunday's fixation on Robin inspires a small act of defiance that changes the arc of Penacony's future—and their relationship.
Bookmarked by aconyte
22 Dec 2024
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The tip of the melusine's smooth forelimb traces the line of the deepest scar on Wriothesley's neck. "That must've hurt," she says. "It's very beautiful." She says it like the two statements are logically connected somehow.
Or: Wriothesley eagerly volunteers to be the melusines' broodmare for a week.