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[cosmicharm]

here she is, harder than life in my arms see she here, entwined with love with a scent of rain upon her neck she brings the lust

[duddubstep]

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[rage-katz]

Ignore that her dawgs are out

I don’t know if a lion-like mask really fits with how ancients design their masks but I thought it looked cool??? Idk.

She specifically works on Pebbles’ structure but specializes in puppet maintenance n stuff (paint jobs, oiling joints)

She’s silly but sometimes steals stuff from him blebleblebleble

[oopsarboreal]

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[heyitslucky]

i want to poat more things that comes to my mind. unfortunately, most of what goes on in my brain is the most unintelligible string of sounds you cant think of

EXAMPLE!:

blebleblebleble PIKMIN rrrrrrrururururururuuru woof meow bbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrr

[oitnation]

Before Coronation

Silly drabble about Royal AU Feyoit me and Captain made, before Feyre goes to the coronation blebleblebleble

Feyre was seated at their vanity in their room, staring at their reflection in shock.

They looked much better yes, much better when they first found their way to the castle, hands in chains.. they weren't as frail as before, some strength in their arms evident, face more fuller rather than sharp.

Her attire was something different though, that's for sure. They sat in an outfit that was comfortable for them, but also flashy enough for the people to realize that they were indeed being crowned next to Waylon... Such a thought flustered them.

Messing at their hair, still long in the front, short in the back, but the strands at the front more longer, curled a tad. They messed with their glasses for the thousandth time, unsure if they really seem to fit this..royalty, though, it was what he chose, and they'd be damned to deny this, besides, they'd be right next to him, the man that shared his real self with, and they shared their real self back.

They smiled at nothing in particular, messing with their attire. Were they really ready for this? Not really, but they knew how to at least look the part, thanks to tutoring.

A voice called from behind the door, one of the servants.

“ Mx. Feyre? It's almost time.”

A gulp, and Feyre stood. It was so odd, knowing they'd be called titles now. Though, it would be a matching title to his..and him.. and now they were too giddy, clenching their fists tightly, they needed to get it together.

“I'm coming, apologies!” Feyre called out, taking one more glance in the mirror...and walked out their room.

[atomic-lullaby]

prisladyjake fankid blebleblebleble

[dr3amcxtcher]

Blebleblebleble lelelelelelel lalalalala can't get me hehehe

which one of you was this ..

[hacceda]

#Jugando 10 minutos con #Lola a los #restaurantes. Blebleblebleble...

[eternal-spire]

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This totally happened in Canaan

[oitnation]

What if: Feyre fucking DIES!!!!!!!

So here we goo

Leshy warning blebleblebleble

The area surrounding the both of them was quiet, too quiet. Both of them stood still in the middle, Feyre and Leshy meeting for the last time.

The crew they were with were fighting off the enforcers Leshy came with, so it was only them here. Feyre gulped, feeling her throat close up.

They were alone with him..again, years later. They control their breathing, staring at his unnerving black eyes.

“You made it, you've stayed alive for years miraculously..and here we are. Tell me, are you proud? Devestated? No matter.” Leshy's voice rang out through the cavern. “Pity we can't play like we used to, you've grown far stronger than before.. though, it isn't a problem, we shall have our final stand here and now, dear.” His voice was sickly sweet, taunting.

Feyre kept silent, trying to think of some way to get a good start on this. He had a long blade, and they had their double sided daggers, they'll be fine, surely.

Leshy makes his first lunge, —

( Kicks feet back and forth, this part won't be shown because this is slight spoilers to what will happen in my fic, though much more detailed than it is now. So just use some imagination for the fight!! )

They both found themselves panting, across from each other. Both had a few minor injuries, but nothing bad.

“I taught you most of this, Rhys... You're a fool.” Leshy huffed out, Feyre clutching at her daggers harshly.

They try to get up again, lunge, but they can't yet, feet and body aching. Leshy had to be suffering too, yes, but he barely let it show other than the shaking of his shoulders breathing out and in.

In a mere blink, in a mere mistake, Feyre didn't notice his footing, his sudden lunge.

Before Feyre could even move, Leshy had stabbed them, knocking them onto the ground, Leshy on top of her.

“Brings..brings back memories, yeah? Hah— you never know what's in front of you, huh?” Leshy spoke, hands tight on the long sword into her gut. Feyre couldn't do anything, they couldn't do anything.

Leshy could only laugh, jabbing the sword deeper so they would perish faster, pulling it out afterwards as if it was nothing. Leshy knew they'd die here, they'd die of bloodloss, all because of him. All the time they running around..was for naught.

Leshy stood, watching Feyre's yellow eyes become dull, too dull. They were dead.

Leshy could almost laugh hearing footsteps, then a halt to a stop, a gasp. He turned, seeing the one and only person she loved. He held out the sword, bloody.

“Congratulations, you can see that no matter how hard she tried, she still died. No hard feelings, yeah?”

[howieduet]

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[oitnation]

Also, feel free to ask yumeship questions or anything, or little ideas for me! Blebleblebleble I'm insane

[punpkin-314-pi]

blebleblebleble b le bb

She’s been doing this for almost an hour

[oitnation]

Maybe one day I'll lock in better and not be so Miserable sometimes about this (I hope so) but then I get BASHED in the face because my mental illnesses making it WORSE (bpd yada yada)

I'm eternally DAMNED!! (I'm actually nonsharing like half the time but then I was: oh, selective sharing works because I will gladly listen to how my close friends will PEG that man and I will be fine with that, slash like most of the people I talk to on the SoR server mey, capt, mak, some others blebleblebleble)

Ouhh I need to lock in and remember to not be so possessive with my POOKUMS but I CANT HELP IT I want oit/Waylon man..just me man..is this what I get for being horribly selective at sharing (close friends yada yada)

[oitnation]

I have some reallll crazy thoughts of feyoit and I'm half tempted to make a whole nother account here for the freaky stuff