No makeup, just celebrating 133 days on T with some gender euphoria pics 🥳
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guess who gets to start T tomorrow eyy
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Prompt:
It’s not that Jason forgot, per se.
But between smuggling a toddler out of the League of Assassins, trekking halfway across the world, and finding a suitable hiding place that’s also child friendly… well, it kind of slipped his mind that he’s supposed to be… dead.
Something that comes back to bite him in the ass when he takes Dami out for some ice cream and just so happens to run into non other than Brucie-fucking-Wayne
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it's impossible to convince people to read scum villain unless you know them like the back of your hand because how do you tell a stranger that the ml holding the mc's corpse hostage and keeping it as lively as possible with qi is actually very heartwarming and tragic within the context of the story. you sound crazy
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MC:*wearing a t-shirt that says; “Satan is my sugar daddy”* Satan! Do you like my new shirt? :D
Satan:*nodding* I do.
MC: Wait, really?-
Satan:*grinning* Of course, you should wear it on our next date.
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Idk if the requests are still open but just in case can u give us some blaze and amy interacting i really really love them👀💖
i may have gone a little overboard ABSDJD
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LADS Xavier fic teaser
(Fic continues from the Veiled Whispers event) fic will be out soon! Follow me to keep an eye out for when I do! I'll also be posting one for Rafayel and Zayne afterwards.
“I'm not drunk…” he softly whispers, eyes averting your gaze. He slowly looks back at you, sighing, and cupping his hand over yours on his face. "Hmm. I might be, a little bit.”
Xavier closes his eyes and turns his face to kiss the inside of your hand. He pulls your arm up and begins leaving a trail of kisses from your hand, down your wrist, to your arm. You can hear his short, breathy exhales between each kiss.
Before you know it, Xavier has turned you over onto your stomach, face buried into his pillow. He kneels above you, hands gently resting on your back to keep you from turning back around.
“I've asked you many times if you were worried about me getting back at you one day.”
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