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[sinfully-divine]

@cynthiaandsamus

"Mhm~ I bet yours is just itching to be serviced. Both men and women lusting for your new friend."

[naruto-9tails]

Closed plotted AU starter for @kiigan

I can't believe I failed to bring him home AGAIN.

Once again the fact that he still hadn't fulfilled his promise to Sakura, his promise to Sasuke, had him losing sleep. No matter how hard he trained he just never caught up. He could never convince him to come home. All he cared about was killing Itachi...

Well maybe it was time Naruto switched tactics, instead of looking for Sasuke- maybe he confronts Itachi instead.

In the dead of night Naruto had packed his things and left the village with just a note for Grandma Tsunade that said "Don't worry about me Grandma! I'll be back home soon!" with a little smiley face and a peace sign. He knew she wouldn't sanction this, and he didn't want a team. This was something he had to do on his own.

For a week now he'd been looking for the Akatski member. No luck, naturally, he was hunting Itatchi of all people. Didn't mean he'd stop. Didn't mean he'd quit. He would NEVER give up on Sasuke. NEVER. If he had to look for fifty years he would.... but right now he was tired and needed some rest.

Camped out by a fire, Naruto stared into the flames as he ate some crackers. Thinking hard about what he wanted to say if he did find the older Uchiha.

[divinityunleashed]

"What is my Christmas gift to you mortals?"

Goku Black smirked, before giving off his signature stare and standing.

"Living. For now. Good luck surviving me this year. I will be doubling my efforts for Project Zero Mortals."

[righteousruin]

“Violence isn’t an emotion, but it is now.”

Things My Friends Have Said

"I enjoy this side of you, Wayne." The rare occasions the corner of his mouth twists upward always seem to be thanks to the Bat, whether Bane is the object of his ire or simply audience to it. And while laughter is reserved for more dire, or at least surprising, news, his amusement is clear. "Always nice to stand on common ground, no?"

[agentinred]

“I hadn’t lifted my face to the sky in so many years that I almost forgot it was there,” Carmen murmured, her voice carrying the weight of a hidden melancholy. It was as if the sigh that trembled at the edge of her lips had been her only companion in a solitude that stretched beyond memory. Simultaneously, her hands clung to the garden hoe in front of her, dragging it through the dark, fertile soil with renewed vigor.

Starter | @fragmentmemories | Xochi

[the-wandering-rock-collector]

"Mr. Stone, what do you have to say about Surskit being the twink version of Metagross?" Cordie is summoned to ask the important questions, who allowed him in

"Surskit is.... The what version? What does twink version even mean??? More sparkly?? Because I have to disagree. Beryllium is well polished and has an incredibly shiny shell that could well be described as twinkling in the right conditions!"

[pocket-sized-lawyer]

"Milves...!?" His ears have perked up. "Did somebody mention milves!?"

[adventures-written]

[ boop ] / Swap!Vash to Swap!Knives !

Hands&Touch [ boop ] sender lightly taps the tip of receiver's nose

Nai was bracing himself. He was fully expecting a fight to break out with the way tensions were rising between him and Vash. He had even taken a defensive stance, ready to draw him his blades it he had to shield himself.

But Vash moved quickly. Far too fast for Nai to even register it before his brother was in his personal space. Close, too close, for comfort given the situation and the tension.

Vash had a finger raised, and he was bracing himself for some semblance of pain, but instead he received...a touch to his nose. Nai blinked several times, confusion clear on the older twins face. Did he just--?! "...What was that for?"

[ultimate-l1feform]

"are you....a cuttlefish?"

"No. Next question."

Shadow crossed his arms and turned away from the other, unimpressed.

[styxisms]

”i’ve got you” - lil min height masha for g’raha~

@fatesown / Send “I’ve got you” to carry my injured & nearly unconscious muse

Fear was natural in battle. When he was younger, prior to infiltrating the Crystal Tower, he had only limited experience. Hunting and training with his bow. And even then, it likened it more to a rush of excitement than genuine fear. But as his years went on, the feeling changed. When he woke after the collapse of the world, he feared death. Because he had been their only hope. In the first, it was for the same reason. He could not die before he undid the future he had seen.

But he rarely feared it now. Mayhap it was because he had already lived such a long time. He had been so certain of death before. He had planned it. Dreamed of it. Rest. And ending. And even if he was happy to be alive in the world so many others had died to secure, it still did not scare him as it once did.

In battle, it was not death that he feared. It was failure to protect his allies. That is why, he threw himself into danger. It wasn't just for his friends, but any ally. This time, he had put himself between a civilian and a Blasphemy. And despite the claws digging into his flesh, he managed to send off one last fire spell and the enemy evaporated.

He tasted copper. And before he could fully register that the enemy had perished, he suddenly felt the hard ground against his head. He had fallen. Blood leaked from the gashes in his chest, and for a moment he saw stars. He wasn't sure which injury was more concerning. Where the monster had dug its claws into him or where his head had collided with the ground. It felt a bit like his skull had been stuffed with cotton and his head ached at the same time. His injuries burned with pain. There was another fear. That if he did die, it would lead to failure. That the Scions would fall. He knew he was no significant enough to be a decider in their battle. But when emotions seemed to turn people into monsters... There was a worry. He reminded himself that his allies were too strong to fall apart for just him.

He was not afraid. But he did not want to die. It felt like he was drifting in the water. Sinking and resurfacing. His awareness being tugged into darkness before it popped back out into reality. And then...

”I’ve got you”

Masha. Despite how short he was, he was fairly certain it would still be a challenge for her to lift him. He was dimly aware that he should help. That he should rise to his feet. But the pain made it hard to think, never mind how exhausted he suddenly felt. He tried to speak, but all that comes out is intelligible mumbles. His blurry vision focused on the blood staining his clothes. He had certainly become a liability. He almost wanted to apologize. There were so many things he wanted to say. But all he can manage is...

"Masha..."

[sinfully-divine]

@darksideofthelewd

Iris Heart smirked with sexual energy as her 12 inch cock sprung into action, her moving towards the pink haired Reaper slowly with pride. Soon as she was close enough, she bent down and began to rub her cock against the other's crotch.

"Let it in~ Your Madam Goddess commands you."

[lessluck]

raymond ellis // country singer // open to mutuals

"Well, I'm leaving town in the morning, but I've generally found the best way to get to know somebody is when you might never see them again."

[divinityunleashed]

It took forever to finally hunt this down. Weird tradition, these mortals.

Slides Vados a small, neatly-wrapped box. Don't mention it, he's already embarrassed. - @sixth-destroyer

She was still very much angry with Champa over prior events, but could not be too mean to the destroyer. Even if she had the potential to outclass him. She took the box and opened it up, semi-eager what it was he got her.

[aranostra]

@fearhaunts // you promised me so much more than this. (for Bill cause i enjoy causing pain)

Bill took a deep breath, then nodded slowly. The grown up, rational part of him is glad that his son is able to confront him about this, to actually use words and talk about it, in a way that he never could with his own parents.

Another part of him, though, is hurt. He'll deal with that part later.

"Okay," he said slowly. "So. I don't want to make any assumptions here, so can you tell me where I've fallen short?"

[mrv3000]

I MISS LIVEJOURNAL ICONS AKA BLOG JEWELRY. I MISS WHOLE COMMUNITIES DEDICATED TO MAKING THE MOST INTERESTING 100x100 PIXELS EVER. THE ART. THE PRETTY. THE VARIETY.

[rpmemegraveyard]

This blog will not RP with 'writers' who use AI.

This goes for anything about your blog by the way. Not just writing, but icons, graphics, anything having to do with your blog. Even if you're not transparent about it and think that the AI is 'so good nobody will notice', people will find out, we always do.

This is a creative hobby. Most rational people will understand that not everyone can have fancy graphics & icons, but that doesn't mean you have a machine pull from 100,000+ stolen & scraped pieces of art & other images from multiple unknowing creatives to cobble something together to supposedly make your blog look 'nicer'.

Either make your own icons / graphics, and/or commission someone to make them for you. There's also plenty of free templates for you to check out that take less effort to find than feeding a prompt that's currently responsible for making life harder for creatives such as us. End of.