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Late Night Poems by Goldie2288
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Enjoy a private glimpse into my mind, which is not given even to those closest to me. I hope you can find a friend in the words on your screen. I don't have an upload schedule; it may be a long time between uploads. I'm just writing when the inspiration hits. Some of the earlier poems are kinda shitty (Like really bad). They are some of my first-ever poems, so please don't judge based on the first ones. They get better, I swear. 😭 P.S. Feel free to correct any grammatical errors in my writing. I am by no means a professional, and I'm sure I have made many mistakes.
WEBBED TO BE MINE  by Sakurayume755
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An extremely wealthy individual obsessed with a buisness man daughter and force her to marry him but he end up falling in love with her Will she replicate his love 💕 or not to know further please dive into " webbed to be mine" ultimate tale of desire , power love and regrets
Over you | Tanjiro x Kanao by MoonlightPressence
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/Warning! This story deals with a topic that most of you have not encountered and I hope you never will, but it may be inappropriate for sensitive individuals./ Autumn light peered through the windows for shorter and shorter periods, and another year - another one spent together - was drawing to a close. Yet it wasn't just that year, something else was also coming to an end. While most people were writing Christmas shopping lists and planning how to spend that joyful time, others grappled with an entirely different issue: a loss that was inevitable. Trying to live as normally as possible while simultaneously coming to terms with the situation, each subsequent touch and kiss grew ever more beautiful, yet increasingly painful, in anticipation of the unavoidable. Kanao wished for something that wasn't possible but despite the pain she had no intention of forgetting what had been, for memories would be the only thing left to her This isn't a pleasant story, really. Demon Slayer characters do not belong to me.
Breathe in the moon (Daemon Slayer) by mony1231
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It was January 23 1901 when Japan's Imperial family was long awaiting its news member of royal. As the moon over them covered their sky with lights of purple and pink the great emperor held his beloved wife as she did her best to give birth to their 3rd child. The castle was full of tension as the birth had became complicated and the moon over brought bad suppuration over the kingdom. Although not many knew of the reality of the demons awaiting behind the castle walls. A new demon slayer was to be born that haunting light. They called her Mitsuki, third in line for the Japanese throne, and first ever demon slayer of her family. As soon as she was born she brought shock to the woman that was to be called her mother. As all in the room looked at her shock settled into their hearts. The child was small, with ever shifting hair that turned from white to pink and later purple as if it was shifting in the light. Yet past that there was a mark behind her neck was a crescent moon shaped almost like a birth mark that shimmered as well sending confusion over both of her parents faces. Yet what happened when a very influential man comes to visit after hearing of the child. What if he decides to take her under his wing. After all his family is that one that protects people like yet... might as well give her a chance of survival. Yet what dose it all mean? Why was this child brought into this world as a Slayer? And where would it take her. None of these characters believe to me only my original character Mitsuki. The rest believe to their respective creator and author Koyoharu Gotoge. Thank you Images from: https://pin.it/364HBoqrA
PRICKED AND POISONED: Dr. Scarlett Maximoff, Ph.D.  by infrarouge
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FlameMatch #1 r-18 | erotic romance | taglish Professor, Scarlett Maximoff thought she knew the risks of desire until Luke Lamperouge came into her life like a sharp thorn, pricking her carefully built walls. What started as fiery, filthy texts on a dating app quickly spiraled into something far more dangerous when Scarlett discovered Luke was her new student. Caught between temptation and taboo, every stolen moment injects a potent poison-blurring the lines between control and obsession, pleasure and pain. In a game where hearts are the stakes, can Scarlett survive the sting without losing herself completely? (Photos and arts were taken from Pinterest) 🍒🍷💋🥀
A Cursed Crown by Fediva1
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A princess unloved by her family for being an illegitimate child that cost the life of two people. She is destined to die due to a curse that she kept concealed until she died in her first life. Now reincarnating as her younger self can Serenity defy the will of the gods from the royal families and live to see her family demise.
Insecurities and the Soft Art of Being Human by GreyyWhispersAlt
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What if the hardest battles we fight are against doubts that were never truly ours? This isn't just a book, instead it's a quiet corner for reflection. A space to talk about the insecurities we carry, the ones that sneak into our hearts through comparison, culture, or the loud voices of social media telling us who to be. Here, we slow down and ask honest questions. Why do we feel "not enough" when standing next to someone else? Why does beauty seem measured by filters, or confidence by validation? And how can we unlearn all of that - gently, but surely? Insecurities and the Soft Art of Being Human is a growing collection of thoughts, reflections, and open conversations. It's not about perfection or pretending to have it all figured out. It's about exploring what it means to live, feel, and heal together. This space isn't about fixing yourself. It's about understanding yourself and realizing you were never broken to begin with. Welcome to a community that celebrates imperfection, courage, and kindness. Let's talk about the soft art of being human.