CruzoftheMatter
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One night, one moment, made her boldly open up.
Bookmarked by CruzoftheMatter
14 Dec 2025
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Drunkenly philosophizing on colors and courage.
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the worm doth woo the mortal (death claims a living bride) by palm_treeee
Fandoms: Wednesday (TV 2022)
02 Sep 2025
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Her fur was impossibly soft. It looked as fluffy as human Enid’s hair did and she wondered if it would feel like this, too, a cloud under her nails. She regretted not feeling it when she had the chance. She regretted pushing Enid away before her coma. The smell of her was in her lungs but she found herself longing for strawberry conditioner.
It was needful, regret. It made her skin itch like hives.
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or, enid is stuck as a wolf. wednesday doesn't handle it well
Bookmarked by CruzoftheMatter
22 Nov 2025
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Wednesday is really going throug it with her longing and need to protect. we love to see it.
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Seven has developed an alarming new habit.
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Voyager Week Day 3: Favourite Relationship
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01 Jul 2025
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Earth Girls Have Been Statistically Determined To Be Easy by winged_mammal
Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager
30 Apr 2011
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This is not the story of a Borg chasing a starship Captain, or of a Captain fighting her feelings for a crewmember, or of a crew adjusting to and/or encouraging the relationship between its Captain and an ex-Borg. This is the story of what happens when everybody has gotten their act together and the only thing that goes wrong is a Captain expects less of a certain Borg than she should and gets much, much more than she bargained for in return.
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a little tepid pool, drying inward from the edge by mistyslut
Fandoms: Yellowjackets (TV)
26 May 2025
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“Oh.” she said, voice surprising her with how it had hunched into the caverns of the throat. “We’re— we’re not— we’re not together.” The thought of being together, two, with anyone that was not Van made her stomach jump. (And, after all, Misty’s hands were not made for Taissa to grasp. Natalie’s cologne cast a shield around her impossible to penetrate; the knight hidden behind the veil of her prince’s favour.)
“No?” Jolene tutted. “Shame.” A silence fell. They finished mixing the drinks, handed Taissa the martinis and jerked their head. “Have a nice night.”
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OR: Two women nurse two broken hearts. Misty discovers something about herself. Tai tries to remember and forget.