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[tyummyz]

xena you're so cool

roman ur so awesome sauce

(i didn’t know people found me cool what)

[rottindecay]

im going to go INSANE.

can all these Motley Crue fics NOT have some sort of daddy kink for ONCE?? GOD!!!!

lifes hard out here.

at this point i might just have to make some Motley fics myself.. maybe..

if Motley if your thing first of all, we NEED to be moosts!!!! and second of all, please send ideas in. i wanna write for my husbands but i have no idea what to do.

I can write for Tommy and Nikki but idk about Vince and Mick.... we'll see...

[viilpstick]

A few drawings with Anneliese because your scenario gave me brainrot

ANNELIESE IN UR STYLE LOOKS GORGEOUS OMGG 😭😭😭😭 as if not everything in your artstyle looks goegeous-

ANYWAY- i imagine this happening EXACTLY LIKE IT 😭😭😭 Anneliese probably didn’t noticed Ruggie and Daisy were dating tbh 😞

[nhlclover]

I need Will Smith so bad it isn’t even a joke anymore 🫨

soooo real. every bit of content i get of him is bringing me to my knees

[shoreskept]

𓂃 ଓ ; please stop praying for my grandpa...

[chuuyrr]

just another reminder to always be kind and respectful because even if you're out here on this site, you're no exception.

[s6lars]

rae ᝰ .ᐟ ⋆ sagittarius , asian , she/her , 9teen ‹𝟹

about me. — rules. — inbox.

masterlist. — pending.

latest release ;

dress. — jm42 ୨୧

writing for: pg6, pg8, jb5, jm42, taa66 requests are: CLOSED (!) player thoughts: OPEN (!)

anons ; 👒 🎀

RESOURCES FOR PALESTINE.

© S6LARS — all rights reserved. do not copy, plagiarize, reupload to any platform or translate without explicit permission.

[tetzoro]

Aimsie what’s your ttotd (tetsu thought of the day) please share all, leave out no details I am listening with my ears wide open okay? Ily 🫶🏽

rosieee ^_^ TTOTD !!! my fave part of any day fr teehee !! let me tell you it all 🤭

just thinking about laughing with tetsu. the swirl of your laughs dancing together in the air. makes you think — does his overpowers yours? or does yours rival his? who’s to say when all anyone can hear is boisterous laughter that leaves them wanting to know what was so funny in the first place.

and they’ll never know how mundane the joke actually was, how kuroos cheesy & corny nature can always bring a smile to your face, a laugh slipping from your mouth. the roll of your eyes sets him off and he can’t hold it back anymore.

kuroos laugh is contagious and once he gets started, you have no choice but to follow him. from there, it’s just too hard to stop, tears rushing to both of your eyes as your shared joy carries you to new heights of your love for one another.

[miridicalkalon]

ི 𝄞 ྀ ⋆･. ˳ . @kaizokugaris sent : that is not NOT how you hold a sword. (to luffy & usopp.)

“ UH — Yes it is!! you hold it at this smooth part like this. than hit them with the bigger part up here like this! ” proceeding to WACK usopp on the head!

⠀⠀⠀⠀“ See! this way is way better! ”

[blackdollette]

do u have any angsty prompts for us to use?

well since you asked... (dialogue prompts)

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

"i never should've trusted you..."

"i'm done waiting for you and hurting myself in the process."

"i'd rather die than make the mistake of loving you."

"I never meant to hurt you... but I can't stop."

"you see me as your saviour, but I'm a monster."

"I feel so alone whenever I'm with you..."

"I'm sorry for giving up on you. but it's about time you gave up on yourself too..."

"you were nothing but a pawn to me. you either play someone's game or live your own life and you, my dear, got played."

[panicked] "n-no..! i didn't mean it like that! i swear..."

"there's nothing you can do to change how I feel about you. I'm afraid only your death could please me."

^ "I didn't think you'd actually do it..."

"you mistook my kindness for weakness."

"it's the same thing with you everyday. you plaster that fake smile onto your face and expect me to believe it like an idiot."

[imvgincs]

[ WOUNDED ] Kyumin & Jinx

. 𓇬 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 .

PROMPT: sender arrives at the receiver's door with considerable injuries, in dire need of help and emergency care that only the receiver is either trusted enough or convenient enough to provide.

when the knock came at her door, sooji already knew it was ash. her powers had drawn a familiar map of tension and conflict in her mind, yet when she opened the door, nothing had prepared her for the sight of him. kyumin—ash—stood there, his usual air of dominance stripped away, replaced by something unrecognizable. bruises marred his skin, dark patches blooming like painful confessions across his body. he was shattered, in a way that felt irreversible, and a cold dread unfurled in her chest.

this wasn’t him. this wasn’t the kyumin who carved paths of destruction, who fought her with fire in his eyes and never let anyone see the cracks beneath the surface. but now, those cracks were wide open, and the man standing before her was a shadow, a fragile echo of everything he used to be. before she could even breathe, he stumbled forward, collapsing into her arms, as if all the strength had left him.

her heart lurched, pounding like a broken thing as she instinctively caught him. the weight of his body was heavy, too real, too wrong. her fingers gripped his waist, a desperate attempt to keep him steady, but when she felt the warmth of his blood seep through his shirt, her breath hitched. the red was stark against her skin, vivid, undeniable—she was holding him together, and he was falling apart.

"get inside," she ordered, her voice sharp with panic she didn’t want to feel. she dragged him into her apartment, the place that had seen more of their battles than their silences. but tonight, it was quiet. too quiet. as she lowered him onto the couch—the one he’d mocked her into getting—a lump formed in her throat. she hated him. she hated him for coming to her like this, for bleeding in her hands, for being the only one who could ever make her feel this helpless.

she hated herself even more for caring.

the words she wanted to say—accusations, insults, anything to push him away—stayed locked inside her. instead, she muttered, “stay.” the word almost instinctive, like a lifeline thrown into a storm. she dashed to the kitchen, rummaging beneath the sink for the first aid kit that felt like an artifact from a different life. the familiar action sparked memories of tending to jojo or zak, but this time, her hands trembled. healing them had felt like a privilege; with ash, it felt like a burden. the recollections of old battles and friends flooded her mind. she tried to remind herself, they’d all gotten hurt before. she’d patched up plenty of wounds. but this… this was different.

when she returned, she found him still sitting there, his eyes dull, his breathing labored. the sight made her chest tighten painfully, her hands trembling as she knelt beside him. as she worked, the air between them thickened, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe. each hiss of pain from him made her flinch, though she tried to hide it.

finally, she broke. "what happened?" her voice was small, almost pleading, a sound she hadn’t meant to make. the vulnerability terrified her. he was the last person she wanted to see her like this—shaken, unraveling, powerless. but the silence between them, stained with his pain and her unspoken fears, threatened to swallow her whole.

her gaze met his, and for a moment, everything stopped. she wanted to scream at him for being reckless, for coming to her like this. for ending up like this in the first place. but instead, she continued her work in the cloud of silence. he needed more than what she could do for him in this moment, she couldn't help but hate that fact too.

“i hate you,” she whispered, but the words cracked, betraying the lie she’d been telling herself for so long.

[tyummyz]

girl why i thought i was following you but i wasn’t 😭

I DIDNT EVEN KNOW U FOLLOWED ME WHAT

that’s insane i actually love you??

[kiochisato]

I WILL CRY WHY IS SVERYONE TO QUICK TO REQQUEST... DO I NEED TO GET TELEPORTATION POWERS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

maybe you do doll .. maybe you do ..

[viilpstick]

Hiya then! Like my lil comedy show? <3

. . . out.

[lyctoralsaints]

@horiznwlker said "What if they kissed?" and if i wolfwren you.

sabine does not know when it happened, when the blood and the rain had mingled, nor when the sight of platinum hair had become her salvation from the panic that had started to eat away at her ribs. her lightsaber is shut off, and the silence of the field becomes deafening. all she knows is that her body feels like lead as she staggers forward, clumsy hands fumbling to clip her saber to her belt so she may reach for her. mouth against mouth is a brutal thing, a collision of teeth and a muttered apology. sabine is a weeping woman as she gives this kiss –– long overdue, and overwhelming. the rain is heavy as it falls about them, the mud at their feet making the world feel unsteady –– none of it truly matters. not when shin tastes of the ozone of new stars and leaves a burning on her tongue that feels like it may very well consume her. her  shin,  her  wolf. when she pulls away, her hands tremble as she cradles the other's visage between her hands. there is a possibility that the gods of old may very well sing of this as they stare down upon the soaking, battle - ruined landscape of peridea. just a wolf and her moon; just two lost girls and their tether to the light.

[shoreskept]

𓂃 ଓ ; @apocryphis wrote ;

❛  i never meant to hurt you, it was never my intention.  ❜ (and aventurine to robin!)

in her lap, robin's hands do not move, but they wish to. they are restless and she, their keeper, knows they think to tremble. as though it may convince them that this is just another screen, another script, she raises her eyes to his and smiles.

his— aventurine's gaze is as she has always heard it to be, piercing and indecipherable. the language of men is not one to which she can claim fluency, but his is another altogether. life, to him, is not as it is to another. where robin has learned where to search for intention in any other, there is a blank page for him.

" you needn't apologize, " she replies, pleasantly, though not without acknowledging that he has not apologized. to clarify his intention, to state his fault but not claim it, that is not sorry. and though robin covets the word from his silver tongue, she does not wish to play games with its sincerity.

and she wonders ( because with him, one must always wonder ) if he recognizes the honesty beneath her words. he might, and the thought intrigues her. must every conversation be a game board, every piece moved in strategy? that their words are to mean secret, secondary things, to which they may only guess at the other's understanding of... it is not a notion to which robin is fond. such is her brother's song, to which the notes are off-key in her own soprano.

" there is nothing to discuss further, i assure you. "

not i forgive you, nor it is alright.