breadpoetsociety
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a full-body cat scan by breadpoetsociety
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
07 Aug 2025
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in which my primary care physician asks me for an unexpected favor.
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can't breathe when you look at me, by breadpoetsociety
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
28 Jul 2025
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𝑖𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒 — 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦 ———
in which caleb develops a very strange illness, just in time for your visit.
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a change in pressure by breadpoetsociety
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
27 Jul 2025
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𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ———
in which you get a sunburn. caleb is not a fan of your asking zayne for help.
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“C-Can you do me another favor, the-then?” The blond man had rushed over to the main counter of the store. It was like a bar set against the furthest wall, surrounded by hanging plants and covered in jars. When he returned, he was holding the stem of something. The small pine shook in his grasp, and his voice was quick. “We’ve needed more, uh, of— of this!”
Craig took the herb gently from the man’s hand, and though his mind called to inspect it, he couldn’t look away from the ocean of the botanist’s eyes.
He’d take any excuse to come back, Craig realized slowly, as his mouth sounded out: “Sure thing.”
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mingled into one angel by breadpoetsociety, chipatnight
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
16 Apr 2019
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"W-what are you looking at?" Keith asked, his hands grasping the wood of the ladder behind him.
"Your markings," Lance blurted, blinking. "They look like clouds from a night sky."
Keith's heart was full to bursting as he took another hard swallow. Lance usually brought out his words, his angry words, but in this moment he was speechless.
Lance cupped Keith's cheek. "Can I kiss you?"
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Keith has rung the bells in Notre Dame his whole life as a half-breed ward of Lord Lotor, but on his 22nd summer, he decides to go out and see the world. Lance, the Altean dancer, has no idea what's about to hit him.
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got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill by breadpoetsociety
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
07 Feb 2019
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the fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh by breadpoetsociety
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
22 Feb 2018
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Maybe someone else designed this moment. Put the two of you together like this. Like it isn’t the accident upon accident your meetings have always been. Maybe this doesn’t need to be pieced together.
“You heard about what happened in Bloomshore District,” you say.
Rafayel takes a long sip, wearing the mug’s label like some weird badge of pride. “Who hasn’t?”
Your teeth sink hard into your lip, worrying like a pulse every time the blast replays itself, every time you can practically feel the lick of the flames or the grit of the hard pavement or the smoke in your eyes. “That was my grandma’s house.”
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Or, the five stages of grief after you lose Caleb. Or, the five stages of grief as you fall in love with Rafayel.
Bookmarked by breadpoetsociety
24 Aug 2025
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“Are you sexually active?”
The nonchalant way in which Zayne asked this caused you to sputter and choke on the sip of water you’d just taken.
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i.e. Your first physical check-up with the one and only Dr. Zayne since becoming an official couple.Bookmarked by breadpoetsociety
08 Aug 2025
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seeing him for the first time (again) by breadpoetsociety (orphan_account)
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
03 Mar 2017
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“Who are you?” Keith demanded, excitedly putting his free hand to his cheek. “What’s your name?”
“Eat the cracker, Keith.”
“Did god send you? Are you an angel?” Keith didn’t look very frightened as this concept of being dead worked its way out of him. Lance ran a hand through his own hair, smiling wryly.
“Please, eat the cracker, Keith.”
“What’s your name?” Keith’s voice cracked, desperately, excitedly. “Please. Who are you?”
“My name is Lance,” Lance paused, nerves sitting uncomfortably in the bottom of his stomach– deep, in the part he never searched. He licked his lips and ran a hand through his unwashed hair. “I’m, um, I’m your fiancé.”