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PSA;

my life is in danger ( just kill me at this point )

Fuck every time I come here it's like I'm crying about something ain't it? I'm so sorry. I don't have much to say, only that I need serious help. A more personal matter however. I'll jump straight to the chase.

My mum and my family are being threatened due to borrowing money from loansharks ( something I was not aware of and my mother just came to me in tears of ). My family has been doing poorly financially ( my dad lost his job and with my own and my mother's numerous medical conditions we've had to sacrifice a lot. along with my brother's school fees )

I don't know when they want the money. She refuses to tell me. But I am beyond stressed out. They need R9800 to leave her alone completely or they are threatening to come to our doorstep.

She doesn't wish to get the police involved because she does not want it to blow out in some way. ( for context, the reason our family is suffering so badly financially is because of a court case involving my dad )

If we can raise any amount to satisfy them it would be great.

Please, if there's anything I've had to beg for it's this. If you want compensation ( such as written pieces like requests or commissions ) I'm willing to do that too

Any amount helps. Even if it's just spare change, if we can accumulate it to the desired amount everything will be okay. Please also share this post.

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1k - 2k words — $20

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Anything helps. . . god I feel like I'm begging but I am. Thank you for your time.

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*puts Fly Me to the Moon in the background* Lúmirë, dance with me, hold me close and *blushes*, kiss me?

a soft pink flushes lúmirë's face, but a smile graces his lips. he holds his palm out to you, pulling you closer when you slip your hand into his. “if that is what you wish, my moonlight,” he murmurs, guiding your hands into position and he begins to sway with you beneath the starlit sky.

“how can I deny my dearest beloved?” voice tender and mild, he dips closer — lips brushing against yours with tender ardour.

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ want to know more about lúmirë? check out this post

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Carefully sneaks into the forge and gulps. There he is. Mairon. Waits until he gets all engrossed in his work. Leaves a little present here (carefullycrafted leather, pebbles and crystals of gemstones of various shades of fire), along with a short message. "Hope this helps with your work. <3" They finally turn to sneak away, but this time, their luck runs out as they make a little noise.

the maia's ears perk at the sound and his head whips to your direction. a look of irritation fills his features at the prospect of being interrupted whilst he is busy with his work.

“what is it? don't you know b —” the shimmering gemstones catch his attention and he once overs the trinkets along with the letter.

it takes him a moment before his brows furrow and he clears his throat as his ears droop in the slightest. “so, it was you who has been leaving all of these. . . materials around.” mairon clears his throat, unsure of how to react as he turns back to his work. “don't expect anything in return. if anything. . . I'm amazed at how you would waste your time on something like this — let alone for me.”

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Hey eonwe, look at the pretty birdie I found. Isn't he so handsome! *giggles at the little bird pushed itself up against my cheek lovingly*

he stares at you with pursed lips for a moment, eyeing the bird that oh so eagerly rubbed itself against your cheek and accepted your affection. he felt mocked, vexed even. and when he finally had enough he takes your wrist and pulls you closer. “forget about him. what about me?” eönwë huffs, giving the bird a small glare.

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To Ilmarë : Do you want a girlfriend? 😏💞

not looking up from her work, she continues to write with her quill. “I have many girl friends. arien being one of th — ” she stops dead in her tracks a bright pink scattering her face. “oh. . . you meant as a lover,” she looks up at you before quickly lowering her gaze again.

“why do you ask? I mean. . . I would not be objected to it. . .”

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*Sits on Eonwe's lap and curls up like a Pigeon* I demand pat pats!

although a little surprised, eönwë still smiles and gently pats at your head with a gleaming countenance. “is that better, my dawn?” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “satisfied?”

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A pouting crying little Quildalótien glared up at Oromë.

“I am still mad you gave Huan to Tyelko and not me, Atya!”

chuckling, the huntsman strings his bow onto his back and crouches down to meet you. “well, tyelko has been asking for him for quite some time. don't worry little sparrow." he dries your tears and gives a gentle smile, unlike his usual indifferent and almost agitated expression. “I'll be sure to fetch you a little fawn next time. wouldn't you prefer that?”

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Hey Eönwë! Would you like to stargaze with me? *blushes a little*

a smile finds the herald's lips and he holds his hand out to you. “come, while the night is still young,” he says softly, lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you closer. his free hand brushes some of your hair behind your ear. “it would be my honour.”

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Mairon darling I'll be hiring you to do my eyeliner as long as I live.

“of course you are, after all, who else is better than me?” the maia tuts, his fingers clutching your jaw a little tighter as he continues to intricately apply the eyeliner.

“now stay still before I spit in your eye.”

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My lord Manwë, last night I dreamed of waking you up by going down on you and pleasuring you :))))))))) best dream ever, literally.

the breeze stops for but a moment and the king looks at you, surprised by your forwardness as a bright pink scatters his face. he lowers his gaze for a bit, a timid smile finding his lips before he chuckles in the slightest.

“that. . . is quite a delightful dream,” he breathes, eyeing you with slithered eyes before he leans closer and strokes the underneath of your chin with a charming smile. “I must say, little dove. I wouldn't be opposed to it.”

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Melkor, I need you to message my butt please. I've been sitting for 3 hours. I know I know you are the llrd and king of this realm but can you just do this for me?

“what do I look like to you?” seethes melkor, a displeased frown coming over his features as he makes a shooing motion with his hand. “not my problem. why don't you go ask mairon?”

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Hi Mairon! I heard you have exquisite taste for gems and jewelry. Could you please help me to choose the best ones to go with my belly-dancing costume? Pretty please? I could then dance for you. (blushing a bit)

his brows raise, almost as though he was a bit surprised with what you were telling him. “well, perhaps gold chains and red gems, how does that sound?” he draws nearer to you, circling around your form as though mapping out how it would look on you.

“yes, yes. I think that would do,” two hands find your waist and mairon pulls you back against him with a teasing little smirk. “and I do expect that dance, precious.”

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Dear Lady Estë? Could...Could you please teach me how to give best massages? I..I kinda love bringing others relief with them. *////*

“oh, certainly!” the vala smiles and twirls behind you. her fingers are delicate as they find your shoulders, touch gentle upon your skin. “no,” she brings her lips to your ear.

“I need you to relax. . . and focus on me alone.” her tone lowers for but a moment before her bright smile comes back and she pipes up. “okay?”

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Melkor, I think I got sick from work :( I keep getting super hot with a fever and then I get super cold with chills… can I stay with you so I don’t get too hot or cold? 🥺 you’re hot AND cold! You could balance it n’ stuff… And I can make you and Mairon some ginger tea while I stay. ❤️

“sick? are you sure we don't have to amputate anything?” the dark lord overlooks you suspiciously, his brow arching at your offer. “if you can manage the heat of the various lava pools. . . sure,” he shrugs, only for his face to furrow.

“ginger tea! do I look like yavanna to you?”

he's reprimanded by an intentional cough from the side and turns to notice his lieutenant who seems unimpressed by his comment. “I will take the tea. do not listen to him.”

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Uhm, hello, Manwë? You look quite stressed lately. Can I ...brush and/or braid your hair? It migh help you relax a bit... (blushes because these locks look so exquisitely soft, silky and fluffy)

“I have had better days, admittedly,” he breathed a laugh, bringing a hand to gently rub at his temples. however, he halts at your offer and turns to you with surprise. blinking once or twice, a gentle smile soon finds his lips and he nods.

“my darling dove, I would like nothing more,” manwë murmurs, taking a seat beside you and slowly removing his crown. “which would be easier? my head in your lap?”

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Hey if that other person recommended the name thunder daddy, why not go all the way? How about Lightning McQueen. How’s that sound? Kachow

manwë does not know whether to laugh or cry.

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I'm carefully prowling, making no sound, all focused on the target, that is Oromë. I keep staying hidden in shadows, using anything to conceal my presence, I even hold my breath, in order to not give myself out, until I make my move. Just a little closer...Once I'm sure, I pounce close to him, stealing a kiss and flee with mischievous giggle.

the vala had sensed your presence long ago but chose to humour you as he was curious of your motives. oromë spins around just in time to be pounced on and kissed oh so suddenly. he wasn't quite expecting it but his arms hook around you immediately and tug you against his body.

“now,” he chuckles breathlessly, brushing some of your hair. “surely I should return the favour?” with that he tackles you himself, kissing you until your knees are weak.