#apologies beloved moot

[walmart-miku]

I... ruby I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I think this might be just a ohio thing bc this never happened in wisconsin

Okay so since everyone keeps telling me I'm insane on this post, I'm gonna do an expanded version

[mitathemita]

hello hello beloved mutual mita!! if you were a dog i think you'd be a wirehaired pointing griffon! ^_^ <3

HELLO HI BELOVED MUTUAL WORMS ‼️‼️‼️

I’m jumping up and down right now PLEASE KNOW THAT IM KEEPING THAT DOODLE FOREVER I LOVE IT SO MUCH <33333

Okok I don’t know much about dogs, but if you were a Pokémon, I think you’d be a Dauchsbun!! :]

[sweetshire]

PART 1!

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You fool! we’re a small army -- in numbers, yes, but mighty strong in our determination to love denethor 💛🧡

[sun-e-chips]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'M MUTUALS WITH SUCH A TALENTED PERSON!!! YOU MADE ME SO HAPPY!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

NO UUUUUUUUUU!!!

Seriously though seeing your comments always brightens my day and munching on them has sustained me to keep making WP content!

[stevebabey]

noooo i’m sorry i love you!! i swear when i put you as beer it was because i had a rose and honey ipa in my head 😭

lowering my sword…. i’ll accept it bcos that sounds like a delicious and sexy beer <3 u have redeemed urself

[idyllic-affections]

YOU.

you went dark on me.

┊ʚ₊˚꒱꒱︰ ven’s musings ; @idyllic-affections. yes i have the audacity to wait until i was aware of your online status to post this. LAB YOU ADDI <33333333

┊ʚ₊˚꒱꒱︰ cw ; strictly platonic, fluff to angst, older sibling/father xiao (it just depends on how you choose to interpret their relationship), child reader (around 8-10), rewritten from old blog, self-hatred/deprecation, slight overprotective xiao(?), fire

xiao hasn’t received many good things in his long life, even after being freed from the shackles that were placed upon him by his former master at the hand of rex lapis. but you… although he has yet to admit it out loud, you rekindled the lost flame of joy that he had all those centuries ago, once extinguished by the harsh winds of reality and fate. xiao swore to protect you, to keep you safe, to take care of you. if you even so much as whisper his name into the wind, he will hear you, and he will come to you no matter the cost. he always has.

just seeing you, spending time with you.. fills his chest with an indescribable amount of ecstasy and happiness, happiness he wasn’t sure he even deserved to receive from someone as pure and precious as you, but the feeling was so elating and euphoric that xiao found that he couldn’t care. you bring such peace, so much happiness into this world that there is barely anything left for him in this world after your departure, a fact he finds absolutely intolerable. xiao would rather give up everything in order to have you return home safely and to be able to see you again. it makes the pain and weight of his karmic debt more tolerable somehow, less unbearable, and he isn’t sure what else he can do but to hold onto hope for the future when hope feels like he has run out of oxygen.

when your smile brightens his world, it seems to illuminate everything around you, too; a warmth in his heart and soul, an almost magnetic pull towards you, something so intrinsic to the very essence of who he truly is that xiao doesn’t know how to describe it. it’s not fear that he feels whenever he sees you, though, because it’s so easy for him to forget the horrors of the past - you are still so young, yet so soft, so caring, so sweet. you’re like a beacon that shines throughout the darkest corner of his heart; like one of the brightest suns—no, the brightest sun. you burn so bright, but never had you once burned anyone.

xiao was not the moon, he was never even a star to begin with. but you, you were the sun. his sun. the light to his darkness. you are the only thing in this world worth fighting for. he has devoted the entirety of his existence to protecting you, from whatever might threaten you. he loves and cares for you so dearly that he could cry at the thought of ever hurting you, but he also wouldn’t stop fighting against himself if it meant protecting you without any repercussions. he is willing to fight for every single thing he holds dear, and he knows that you are worth it. you are worth his whole existence. he knows that now more than anyone else. he knows it with all his heart. 

and you deserve the world. so much more than he could ever dream to provide. it’s okay that xiao didn’t deserve that, or even the possibility of having you in his presence; it’s okay that he has nothing. but you deserve love and affection; all of it.  you deserve everything good in the world. you deserve everything good that xiao could offer you. so, so much. but most importantly, xiao thinks you deserve happiness. you deserve to be happy. he knows you don’t need him or the world or anyone to give you happiness. your own hands can provide it, but even then, xiao wants nothing more than to give it to you. he wants to take care of you. he wants the world to leave you alone and let you be happy. 

he wishes the gods of celestia would be just a bit kinder to you.

“xiaoxiao!! can we go stargazing together?” you had suddenly asked him, and with the pure, genuine spark of excitement in your eyes, how in the name of rex lapis could he even have the cruel heart to refuse? he was so weak for you… so, so weak. but he didn’t have it in him to say no, so he agreed with a small smile gracing his features so now here he was, allowing himself be led by you into the night sky of the moonless night. ‘it has been a while since I last went stargazing with them.’ he thought to himself. 

as they took their spot at the side of a very pretty clearing. you took a seat next to him, legs crossed as you admired the stars with your own pair of soft [eye color] eyes that had been filled with longing ever since you were born; you couldn’t help it. xiao liked the way the stars seemed to shine brighter and brighter when you looked at them with such fondness. as his golden eyes looked over at you, the starlight reflected beautifully off his gorgeous dark green and teal locks.  

the two of you were content just sitting quietly beside each other under a canopy of stars, enjoying the other's company. it was all quiet for several minutes until you finally decided to break the silence, pointing at different constellations of which that piqued your interest. the more you pointed at the bright, shining stars, the wider the grin became on your lips until you reached to point out two specific stars that were not there before, causing xiao to look over at you with curiousity. you explained the names of these two stars to him patiently and gently as if the stars were something precious, even though both you and he knew they weren’t exactly rare, or precious… but they were special either way. 

you had always been like this with everything that caught your eye.

xiao listened intently to every word you said. it was true that he wasn't good with words, especially things that could possibly relate back to the topic at hand (like astrology), but there was something about hearing what you had to say that made it all feel so much more meaningful than if he were enjoying the texture of almond tofu. your tone was so soothing, it made the entire time seem worth every second of every minute spent listening to you. after all, xiao was well aware that you were someone who enjoyed spending time by themself as well; maybe it was because you were such a sweet person that it rubbed off on others… and you were so kindhearted too. (and not to mention, rather persistent.)

he never wanted to take away the joy in your face from him (especially since you had an adorable, lovable smile). so, whenever he could manage to make you happy he tried his best, and the result seemed to be the same, whether it was a big gesture or a subtle touch, it always did. 

“i told you to call my name, did i not? why did you not call my name?” xiao questioned, eyes fixated on treating the wounds on your knees. he’s already so scared for you, that something would happen to you without his knowledge. he doesn’t want to lose you, even if it means losing himself as well. xiao has always been rather protective of you, hovering over you like a helicopter parent. he always tries not to get attached to people too quickly — it ends up hurting more when it inevitably does. but xiao has grown accustomed to the feeling of loneliness that comes with losing someone, and it has hurt him terribly. 

and despite that, despite how much he’s tried to suppress it, the pain of losing you would hurt so much more. you opened your mouth to refute, but xiao beat you to it. “yes, i know ganyu was with you. but even still, you should have called. me being busy shouldn’t stop you from doing so, especially when you were in danger.”

a few hours earlier, when you were spending time with ganyu, the two of you had been ambushed by several geovishap hatchlings. she was strong, of course, but her fighting style was long-ranged, while theirs was close-ranged. those vishap hatchlings never roll in a straight line. therefore, when you trying to dodge one of its attacks, you ended up tripping over the roots of a nearby tree, landing unceremoniously on the ground. ganyu cloaked herself in frost and dashed forward, leaving behind an ice lotus in her place, before it eventually exploded and killed the vishaps. which then led to this conversation.

“sorry.” you said quietly, turning your face away. you looked so dejected that xiao felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. you weren’t supposed to look like this; it wasn’t fair. “i didn’t mean to worry you.” that just made xiao’s heart break even more. his gaze softened and he gently brushed some stray strands of hair out of your face. “it’s fine, just please call me next time, okay?” his heart filled with a mixture of emotions, mostly guilt. even if he wasn’t the cause for your injuries.

“okay!”

xiao knew that this day would come eventually, when he would be forced to part ways with you. but he didn’t think it would come so soon… he has never had such deep-rooted hatred for the flames of destruction as he did this very moment. but even then, he knew, that he didn’t have anyone but himself to blame. he wasn’t there for you when you needed him the most, he was weak and useless when you needed protection and help the most. he wasn’t there when you needed him most. he was angry and bitter at himself for being so.. useless. he felt worthless. xiao wanted to die, just like the others. if he had arrived on time, maybe he could have saved your life instead of allowing you to get wrecked and buried into the burning debris that was once the place you and he called home.

he wished he could go back in time to change his failure. but he can’t. and that really, truly hurts. he would make up for those failures one way or another. but he couldn’t do that with you. and that’s what xiao regrets the most. he wishes he had taken better care of you. maybe the two of you would have stayed together longer. maybe you would have stayed happy. maybe the two of you would have survived and lived happily together, living amongst a group of friends and family and never being alone ever again. but there was no use wishing for what could have been. all that was that left were the memories that xiao could never go back to.

and as he lost his footing and fell to the ground, still holding onto his spear, xiao supposes that even nature was mourning your loss from the way that rain began to pour, soaking his hair, skin and clothes, but most importantly, extinguishing the flames that took you along with it. for the first time in over a millenia, he allowed himself to cry, to grieve, to weep, for he has lost the only blessing in his life to his own incompetence. 

in the end, this whole ordeal was worse than any loss he could possibly bear. he would trade his entire life, his whole existence, if it meant you were safe and happy.  xiao would give anything to live with you once more. xiao would sacrifice everything just for you to smile once more. but, he supposes, he cannot ask for such things. he cannot ask for your life back, even in exchange for his own. he will never be able to forgive himself. he will never forgive himself for letting you down. he wasn’t sure if he’ll be able to ever even recover from this terrible loss. archons, how he hated this. 

he lost you.

he lost his sun.

and he felt a very familiar darkness swallow him whole, and his heart had become vacant and numb once more.

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[undreaming-fanfiction]

There's a wonderful discussion in our Moots Discord between @henderdads and @legitcookie and it got me thinking.

I love all of the posts and fics where Eddie has a silver tongue and showers Steve with compliments and pet names, but I firmly believe Eddie's brain packs a suitcase and leaves for a cruise whenever Steve calls him "darling", "love" or anything affectionate. And his vocabulary gets limited to things he sees.

He tries to hide that because it's, frankly, pathetic.

Sometimes it works out. When Steve kisses him in the kitchen and says "good morning, love", Eddie freezes, searches the counter and responds, "morning...muffin." Weird, but adorable.

But then they're on a walk together in the woods and Steve asks "are you tired, darling?" and there isn't anything cute around them and Eddie's brain capacity disappears. He needs to respond. He needs to show Steve he loves him too.

"Oh, it's...it's fine, uh..."

He needs to add something.

There's a rock. Nope, too weird.

Tree? Why would Steve be a tree?

Leaf. Leaf is the best so far.

"All good...my...pinecone?" he says slowly and Steve loses it.

They have an honest talk afterwards. Eddie apologizes and Steve, through fits of laughter, reassures him that he loved being called a pinecone. And they decide to start a new tradition together, "find the best pet name". More precisely, find the best pet name in anything that happens to be around.

"My darling passive-aggressive church sign."

"My beloved shedding squirrel."

"My sweet discounted pineapple."

"My unforgetable half-eaten donut carelessly tossed into the closest bush."

Robin finds it hilarious. Nancy discreetly snickers into her hand. Jonathan and Argyle think it's so cool and start doing the same thing.

And the kids? The kids start a petition to bring back the "love" and "darling" they used to despise oh so much.

[sstormyskyess]

Hello lovely moot! Can I send a request? Need some more Gaz content please, there’s not enough as we well know. How about something steamy, stolen kisses and an intimate moment when the rest of the team are busy elsewhere. Gotta keep it quiet so no one catches you in the act and blows the secret. Happy with your choice of reader gender identity but top Gaz please 🖤🖤🖤

Undercover

author's note: hi beloved moot and fellow gaz lover!! i will always write gaz content til the day i die, i will populate the gaz x reader tag myself if i have to 💜 thank you for the request!! [and apologies for the wait, finals season is kicking my ass 🥱]

cw: smut, semi-public sex, fingering, unsafe sex [wrap it before you tap it!]

word count: 2100+

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick / Fem!Reader

Gaz had been getting on your nerves for the past hour now. He must be pent up from the last mission; there would be no other reason for him to be practically begging for your attention when he had plenty of other things to focus on. Mainly, the mission brief that was currently being held. The one that would be dictating the strategies you would be employing for the next mission.

But instead of taking in that crucial information, Gaz was squeezing and kneading at the meat of your thighs under the table. You shoot him yet another glare but his eyes remain forward, albeit unfocused. Your face was warming up exponentially, despite the cold winter air drifting in through the door.

“Soap, Ghost. This is need to know, follow me.” Price nodded to the door and all three of them left the room, leaving just you and Gaz in the makeshift meeting room that had been fashioned in the safehouse. Your gaze snaps to Gaz, a frown on your face. “What is wrong with you?!” You whisper-yell, your face heated up all the way down to your shirt collar.

He puts his hands up defensively, a cocky smile playing at his features. “I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart.” You groan, rolling your eyes and rubbing your hands over your face to calm yourself down enough to not strangle him half to death on the spot. “Were you paying attention to the brief at all?” You groan, exasperated by his antics.

Any further protests you were planning on raising were swiftly cut short by Gaz’s lips on yours, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip. You latch your hand to his shoulder, gripping tight and trying to push him off, your frustration fighting to keep your desires under control. He only deepens the kiss, leaning over you and pushing you back against the table. Ultimately, the heat between your legs won out, your body letting him lay you on the old wooden table, covered in important documents that most certainly weren’t meant to be tampered with or damaged in any way.

You let out a little whine into his mouth as his hands started to palm at your chest through your clothes, the soft plush of your breasts squishing under his touch. His hands slip into your sweater, pushing your bra upwards to get better access to your warm skin and perked up nipples. It doesn’t take long for him to lean down and shove his head under the hem of your shirt and wrap his soft lips around one of your hardened buds.

You gasp, grabbing onto his head through the thick fabric making up your sweater. “Gaz, they’re right outside!” You squeak, wiggling in his grasp. He just continues his cruel machinations, pulling you closer even though he was already practically laying on top of you. “I guess we better stay quiet then, yeah?” His voice is muffled by both your skin and the cover of your sweater over his head.

He holds your hips tight to stop your squirming before his fingers start to unbuckle your belt and slip the hem of your cargo pants down. They get shucked off, falling to the ground in a heap, leaving you in only your sweater and your underwear. Your legs instinctively try to close to stave off the cold air against your dampened panties, but Gaz catches them before they can.

He licks his lips at the sight of the wet spot your pussy had created on the soft fabric covering it up, a near ravenous glint in his eyes. He had to force himself to calm down, though; he didn’t have time to bury his face between your legs until your legs were shaking. That would have to wait for later. But he needed you, now.

You let him pull your panties to the side and glide his fingers along your slit, a shiver going down your spine at the feeling. “God, you’re soaked, love.” He smiles to himself, slipping one of his fingers inside, another fitting in beside the first quickly. You bite down on your bottom lip, barely able to suppress the needy moan that bubbles up at the way his digits wormed their way into your tight heat.

He starts to pump his fingers in and out, your hips twitching upwards in response with a sharp inhale. “Fuck—!” You slap your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, your eyes darting to the door for fear of the other three returning and seeing you in this position. Gaz would have none of that, he decided before he grabbed your chin with his other hand and turned your eyes back toward him. “Eyes on me, darling, c’mon.”

Your breath hitches at the hungry look he gives you. You look him over through the fog slowly clouding your brain, taking note of the straining of his pants trying to hold his aching cock back. You’re brought back to reality when his fingers press against that spot that only he can reach, your back arching off the table. The spongy flesh melds around his middle and ring finger, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through you. You whine, wiggling under his touch. “Gaz, just hurry up!”

Gaz simply smirks, finally undoing his belt and pulling the zipper of his pants down with his free hand, the outline of his bulge visible behind the fabric of his boxer briefs. You gasp when he pulls you toward the edge of the table, your core pressing up against his clothed cock. He grips your hips tightly, grinding into you and putting delightful friction on your clit through your underwear.

He takes a little while longer to work you open, his fingers spreading your walls open. You clench around them, a tiny whimper leaving your pursed lips. “Gaz, c’mon..!”

“You think you’re ready for me?” He taunts, his smug face making a wave of frustration roll through you. “Yes, I’m ready! Hurry, please!” You whine at him. He shakes his head, laughing quietly. “Alright, alright.”

He lets go of your hip to fish his cock out of his underwear, stiff and leaking at the tip. You bite your lip at the sight, watching him intently as he pumps himself a few times and milks a few more drops of his pre-cum out. Your eyes dart between that delicious sight and his face, feeling your cheeks warm.

You hardly notice his fingers sliding out of you and the head of his cock lining up with your pussy, gliding through your folds. Before you know it, he’s pressing into you, stretching you open. It rips a moan from your lips, a moan that’s just a little too loud.

He jerks up to put his palm over your mouth and continues pushing himself inside. The rest of the moans you let out are muffled by his hand, and he chuckles imagining how loud you would be if he let you sing for him out loud. Maybe later tonight. “You know how much I love your voice, but you have to stay quiet, sweetheart.”

You shoot a glare at him, your eyes shouting at him, ‘If you didn’t want to get caught, why did we do this in the first place,’ but your wordless complaints are stifled when he starts moving his hips. Your back arches at the pace he sets off the jump; it’s obvious he was done playing around now, something about being enveloped in your wet cunt fully awakening his desires.

You cry out behind his hand, putting your own hand over his in an attempt to subdue your own voice more than it already was. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix over and over, the pressure in the pit of your stomach building up with each thrust. He leans over you, hands firmly planted on the table, hitting a different angle than before. A better angle.

Kyle grazes across your sweet spot, your entire body jumping in response. You practically scream his name into the palm of his hand, your eyes rolling back. “Fuuuck…” He groans at the way you tighten around him, his hips stuttering before continuing his quick pace. You whine, hips canting upwards to meet his thrusts.

Your eyes widen when he removes his hand while you were mid-moan, your own hand slapping over your mouth to replace his. He doesn’t let it stay there for long, though; he takes your wrist and pulls it away from your face, leaning down to put his lips on yours in a heated kiss. You let him slip his tongue into your mouth to dance with your own, covering up your lewd noises.

The table legs scrape along the floor with every one of his thrusts. You claw at his back through his shirt, tugging on it. “Gaz—” You have to bite your lip to stop your words from devolving into a moan, before continuing, “S-Slow down, they’re gonna hear us—!” You squeak when all he responds with is a particularly rough thrust.

“D-Don’t care if they hear, fuck—need to feel you cum on my cock, c’mon, do it,” He mutters and starts pulling you into his thrusts, groaning at the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him as you neared your climax.

He takes a moment to lean back and look over your body, a slight sheen of sweat gracing your skin and your eyes glassy. You feel his cock twitch inside you and your hips jerk; you stifle your whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer, desperate to finally cum.

“Christ, love,” He pants, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. “You’re so fuckin’ tight—” He bites into his fist, groaning into it. His hand shakes as he drags it to your clit, rubbing quick little circles into your sensitive nub. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth and muffle the string of moans that leaves you as your orgasm finally hits.

Gaz braces his hands on the table’s surface, nearly collapsing under the overwhelming feeling of the walls of your tight cunt fluttering as you cum. It only takes a couple more pumps of his cock for him to finish, his cum sending a pleasantly warm feeling through your body and eliciting a moan from you, not caring about the volume anymore.

Your breath shudders as you try to regain your bearings, your mind a bit fuzzy. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, You suck in a quick breath when he pulls out, your cunt oversensitive from his relentless onslaught he laid into it. He smiles and leans down to kiss you sweetly, his hands caressing your sides.

You sit up after a few moments, noticing that Gaz had pulled your panties back in place. You grimace and sigh when you feel him leaking out of you, which is bound to get the seat of your pants wet. You hoped at least you’d be able to escape somewhere to change soon.

“Are you satisfied now?” You grumble, sliding off the table and attempting to hide the way your legs were shaking. He just chuckles, kissing you on the cheek with a smile on his lips. “I am. At least until later tonight.” He plants another kiss behind your ear. “Thank you, love.”

You roll your eyes and playfully push him away, smoothing down your sweater and pulling your cargo pants back up, but not before Gaz grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes. He laughs when you squeak and swat his hand away, your cheeks puffed as you frown. “Stop that! And put your dick away, they're bound to come back in here any minute now.”

He does as you ask and tucks his softening cock away, zipping up his trousers. ��Looking forward to later tonight, sweetheart,” he says with a cheeky little grin.

Soap leans against the wall next to the door to their makeshift briefing room, chuckling quietly to himself. Ghost and Price were less than amused, but they could at least acknowledge the absurdity of the situation. They left for five minutes and you and Gaz managed to get into each other’s pants within that short span of time.

“Remind me why we aren’t going back inside?” Ghost grumbles, arms crossed. Price shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not interested in seeing my sergeants shagging like dogs in heat, Simon.”

Soap hides a louder laugh behind his fist, taking a second to compose himself. “Come on, L.T., no need to ruin their fun.” He barely held back the overpowering urge to reach over a few inches and jiggle the door handle just to spook the two of you. Just barely. Ghost rolls his eyes. “Should’ve picked a better time to have their fun, then.” He huffs.

“It’ll be fine. I can tell them off later.” Price chuckles at Ghost’s drawn out, dramatic sigh and patiently waits for the sound of squealing table legs to quiet down.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Mission gone wrong

OG Ask by @oceanlue: How about one where Hunter had to fight a vampire that was strong as vamp auron but managed to knock back Hunter into vamp auron mansion and as soon as the vampire was gloating that she was weak, auron stepped in saying like you are not welcome here and beat the living crap out of him and helps hunter Disclaimer, was told by my moot that they couldn't see the post they sent an ask for so I decided to just repost it.

"SHIT-" Screaming, Hunter hit the deck and watched as a wagon was chucked in their direction. But before they could get up they were kicked hard on their side.

Making a pained noise they looked up and saw the other Vampire. She looked down at the Hunter and gave a small giggle. Tahira, was a Vampire that was almost equal to Auron even.

"Oh Hunter~ Are you getting tired? Don't do that...I'll get bored." Chiding the dark haired woman slowly stalked to them, "And when I get bored? I break things."

Charging forward, Tahira cackled as she slammed her foot down on Hunter's arm. The sickening crack of a bone snapping sounded out along with a howl from the human. Desperate they began clawing at her leg using whatever to get her off.

Sighing as blood got on her heels, Tahira stepped off of the human. Then picked Hunter up with one hand smiling innocently.

"I wonder, how far can I throw you?" The smile turned manic as she reeled her arm back. Hunter seeing this started squirming to try and grip onto her clothing.

But, to no prevail did it work, Hunter screamed as they were thrown far. Crashing through a wall they coughed up blood and tried getting up.

"Fuck, fuck- AGGHH! Fucking BITCH." Groaning out, Hunter paused as they saw the hall way they were in. Wait, this is-

Suddenly the owner of the mansion appeared by their side. Worry and a bit of fear was on that face they loved so much. Auron quickly looked them over to see how much damage there was.

"Hunter, who did this-" Hissing out in anger, the Lord's advanced hearing picked up the culprit. "Tahira Devha."

Growling out the name Auron stood tall as the woman peaked through the hole she created. The woman was less cocky now, seeing the Vampire that would kill his own in a heartbeat.

"Apologies, Lord Auron I was having a bit of fun with my prey- ACK-" Trying to explain the Vampire was suddenly chocked by the red head. Clawing at his hand, Tahira tried getting out of his grip.

The said Lord chocking her couldn't decide how he wanted to kill her. Seeing how she made the grave mistake of harming his beloved. But as he smells their blood and hear it drip on the floor.

"You are to leave." Commanding, Auron chucked her to the ground. Then turned around to assist his lover, not looking back.

Coughing violently, the Vampress looked at the powerful Lord's back. Why was he protecting this human? Slowly getting to her feet she spoke.

"This is MY prey Aur- AGH-" Stuttering, her anger was cut off by a wooden piece smashed from the wall. It had a similar shape to one of a stake as it plunged into her chest.

Caught off guard, Tahira looked up and gasped seeing the terror before her. Auron stood close to her, holding the woman up so she didn't collapse on the floor. His whole demeanor screamed danger to her and her instincts were telling her to run.

"Leave." Whispering low, the word made the dark skinned woman nod and flee. The way his face was, made her not try her luck again. Auron had the intent to kill her in his eyes and Tahira rather live.

Turning quickly back to his human, Auron crouched down and ripped his sleeve. Pressing against Hunter's wounds to stop the blood spilling more. Carefully picking them up he rushed to his room to get more supplies to heal them.

Placing them down on his bed and making sure they were comfortable. Auron then started working on cleaning their wounds. Frowning seeing at all the fresh scars they'll have once the wounds heal.

"Why couldn't you just stay..." Whispering Auron had a million thoughts rushing through his head. But they all agreed on focusing on healing his mortal love.

"Couldn't make it that easy for you." Mumbling out a reply, Hunter smiled. Looking so tired and disheveled from God knows how long they were fighting that bitch.

Huffing at bit at their response, Auron them bit his arm. Hopefully with a bit of his blood they could heal faster? Lifting his arm to the mouth he instructed them to drink a bit.

Grateful Hunter followed, Auron then started getting them comfortable to sleep. With his lover making comments the Lord's heart felt lighter hearing them. Watching them slip into unconsciousness Auron thought of a way to make them stay for a while longer.

[cilil]

I'm incredibly honored and flattered. Love you, bestie!♥️♥️♥️

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

Thank you so much @cilil !!! You’re one of my absolute favorite follows on here — a source of so much stuff that I find funny and thought provoking and moving and that sometimes fundamentally changes the way I look at or think about an idea or character! (Every thought that I currently have about Eönwë, Irmo or Gothmog probably originated in your brain! 😂) AND to top it all off, you’re unfailingly kind to others and a champion of open-mindedness in the fandom! ♥️

[sweetshire]

PART 2!

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[pwippy]

NEVER

plip. someone i follow is watching supernatural right now and so it's ending up on my dash and i just keep seeing dean winchester help me plip

AS IT SHOULD BE ON YOUR DASH !!!! i have not seen supernatural yet but he looks pretty cool. also the actor for sam is in gilmore girls so thats fun

[stevebabey]

so i heard lovers lake is pretty nice this time of year <33

❤️‍🔥 - 35 from list 2 - “I wouldn’t wanna fight you. You’re pretty feisty.”

clover my dear! i'm so sorry but there's a buncha freshmen hanging round lover's lake at the moment - maybe another day? (someone beat u to that prompt! u can find it here but feel free to send in anotha if u would like!!)

[intonvrlnd]

100 followers ! ! !

guys ! ! ! omg i reached 100 followers , i'm so grateful to you all , i love you <3 ! !

for 100 followers , i'm tagging some of my beloved moots <3 (apologies if you didn't want to be tagged :/)

@taerae-verse @qqmariztwsse @fishcade

@bamboobibi @i6gyu @straw3berry

@yawnznn @l1nque @luvsahii

@bcewwi @angeltlantic @wcstwood

tysm to you all <3 anyways BLONDE GYU IS BACK ! ! ! ok goodbye, have a good day :D

[sinisxtea]

MOOT TAG!

Your moots as NCT members

i got this watch

@aquaphoenixz - mork. no elaboration needed my beloved canadian friend

@syatchy - ten, the most gender nct member ever, because you’re also so gender

@lyvhie - yangyang, and as much as i would love to say haechan. I FEEL LIKE YOUR VIBES ARE MORE YANGYANG CODED…

@polarisjisung - sion!!! you give off such leader vibe energy but are also such a crackhead too. like you balance the seriousness with silly.

@galacticskz - doyoung! he’s so cutie patooie… JUST LIKE YOU. BUT ALSO his side eyes and judging moments… like YOU’RE SO HIM TRUST

@odxrilove - jaemin. this was hard for me dori i apologize… he’s the ABSOLUETLY SWEETEST AND SO CUTE AND idk I LOVE HIM but he seems really spontaneous and very very funny and fun to be around <3

@riri4andy - riku, crackhead, but also cutie.. he seems very chaotic but still very close and loyal to his friend. nice to hang around too, and although i’m still getting a feel for nct wish’s personalities i’m getting riku vibes

@nanaxwi - dejun… he’s so passionate and such a great person. VERY FRIENDLY but mostly he’s very determined and hard working and we love that for him <33

[famprined]

Well if you're asking. It'd go something like

Rejecting the religion you were raised in and then becoming a different type of religious is for existentially horrified people what "dating" an anime girl body pillow is for incel weebs.

You know it's fake, you know it's cope, but ya do it because you can't face reality.

Hmm. Wanna post something edgy and masturbatory but it'd do collateral to some beloved moots. What to do.