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just cleared out all of my drafts unless ur name is mocha, lani, or gray.

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please feel free to send in some asks! i'm probably going to clear my inbox out to make myself comfy. I would really love to receive some asks or for y'all to hit me up for plotting

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feels kinda like tumblr is dying lately

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brb - my wife is gold 4 in tft and i'm only silver 2. gotta grind.

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the once frightening sounds of the undercity now sing to her like a lullaby, a comforting cacophony to drown the litany of uncertainty that hums in her head. where once there had been joy and wonder, there was no only fear and doubt, an inexplicable anxiety fed by the actions of her father and the company he has chosen to keep. silco is not the kind of friendly uncle that the children in piltover used to discuss, but there is something undeniably human about him that makes him both bewildering and comforting all the same.

" i worry for all of us, " she eventually answers, still not used to the empty and mechanical tone her voice has taken with her father's most recent modification. blue eyes shift to gaze up at the other, watching his mouth as it forms every word and clinging to each with reverence and curiosity. " what is the price that my father will pay for his actions, once all this is finished? what is the price that i will pay? "

it's his last statement, though, that truly causes her to think, brow furrowing in undeniable frustration, " if every part of me is replaced, mr. silco, will i even have myself in the end? will i still be me? or will i lose that as well, i wonder... "

they never tell you the price that you'll pay for the things you've done . ( from ori! a verse where she’s still alive maybe? or one where she’s already been revived by her dad! )

THE STRANGER — accepting // * @celestiae

❝ No, they don't. We have to find those out for ourselves. ❞

His fingers lace together, steepling beneath his chin as his elbows. Desk array with trinkets from his own daughter, he observes her curiously. She spends idle time with him when her father requires it, and while Silco has never considered himself a babysitter — and she is older now, too old for that sort of talk — he considers himself like a keeper.

❝ Are you worried, girl? For my sins? Or the sins of your father? ❞ A devilish smile. ❝ Your own? We all have them. Sins. Regrets. For many of us down here, we're born with them stained onto our skins. Fear, my girl, is the basis for control — most fall prey to it. It haunts us. ❞ Haunted. Yes, we are haunted. ❝ And when the time comes to pay that price, what will you do? Who will you turn to, I wonder? In the end, you'll learn ... You only have yourself. ❞

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please, let go.

how could she? how could she possibly release him when she knows that if she does her heart will leave with him, both never to be heard from or seen again? pinpricks of blood erupt beneath her nails as they curl somehow further into his wrist, her free hand reaching to ball in the fabric of his shirt. for a moment, it's almost as if she's forgotten that he's only recently healed, but the moment passes and her palm spreads against his back in a touch that seems impossibly tender compared to the vice grip on his wrist.

he's always been a horrible liar, especially when it comes to her, each half truth caught the moment it left his lips. this moment is no different - he insists that he isn't who she thinks he is, but it's written all over his downturned features. if he would only just look at her, she knows that the entire façade would come crumbling down, but she isn't brave enough to force that issue the way he's attempting to force him to stay.

" please, don't lie to me. " a whisper. her eyes focus upon her palm against his back, blinking through tears in an attempt to bring the blur back into focus. he can't go. he can't leave her. why is he trying to leave her? why isn't he happy she's alive? why doesn't he want to stay? why doesn't he LOVE HER when she's spent her entire life loving him? a hiccup. a shuddering breath. a pause to ensure what comes next isn't punctuated by the wailing sobs that are so desperate to leave her throat.

why is she cursed to be alone? " whatever you want, i promise i'll do it. " even as she speaks, her grip is loosening, legs trembling beneath the weight of her shattering heart, " i'll be good enough, obito, i swear. i'll make you happy, just please... don't leave me. please... i can't be all alone anymore. i can't- i can't do this anymore on my own. i don't- i'm stronger now. i can watch your back. i can protect you. please! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN, I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE ANYMORE. "

rin nohara has. . . been alive this entire time.

while he knew immediately when he saw her. heard her. touched and lifted him from the dehydrated grass and soil and brought his estranged self into her small cabin , the thought repeated over and over and over again in utter disbelief. for hours , days even , he could not believe what he was seeing. who he was seeing. waking up to everytime his body twinged in all sorts of antagonizing pain. and it was getting harder and harder to keep up this act of his. so as much as he didn’t want to. . . he needed to. .

get out of here.

but. . . her soft voice seems to still have a hold on him. pleading. similar to the very hands that cling to this shell of a boy she’s desperately calling out to. and he’d wince at the pain if it lingered like he’d done. convinced that he over stayed his welcome.

he’s not here. he’s not here. he’s not here. obito uchiha is dead. obito uchiha is dead. obito uchiha is-. . .

no matter how many times he repeats it , like he was trained to do , in order to carry out the plan that’s barely begun. . . it’s just not true. it isn’t true. he’s quiet though. deathly , quiet. his throat tight and his breath just barely making it out underneath his yellow ( nine tailed ) mask. if he hadn’t struggled so much to get a singular syllable out , let alone a vowel , ( kid ) madara would have been on his merry way by now. by now. . .

choked. hesitating more than one should , having been officially deemed as a criminal. a threat to the leaf. ❝ i don’t know who that is , but i must go now. ❞ he finally managed. head struggling to stay up any longer. straining himself. trying his hardest to not look her in those eyes. those pain filled amber eyes. because obito knows that if he does. . . it was not a price he could afford. ❝ please , let go. ❞

rin. i’m sorry. i’m such a hypocrite. . . // @higekki.

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okay um...

like this post if you would like to be mains and be added to the mains page of my carrd. right now it's completely blank. if you're already an affiliate, i will add you anyway because i love u.

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Ciaccona ♥️

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@prescottprivilege whispered: ❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse .

it's well past midnight when her phone lights up, the urgent and rhythmic vibration pulling her attention from the book she'd been reading, an unwelcome reminder that the world beyond pristine pages exists and demands attention. a frustrated sigh escapes her in response to this realization, a breath of air that causes messy red bangs to flutter in front of her face. it's late - she probably should be getting ready to go to sleep anyway.

but first, the intrusion on her alone time needs to be addressed. ashley scoops up her cellphone, nose wrinkling at the name that appears atop the notification. nathan prescott. what could he possibly want from her so late in the evening? help? a ride? isn't there literally anyone else he could have messaged? she'd told him that she'd be busy tonight. whatever he wants, he deserves an earful for his entitlement.

fingers swipe across the screen and the sound she makes in response to the message is something between disgust and resignation. a frown, a somewhat pained one, graces her features, brow casting an irritated shadow over green eyes. how... unexpected... and entirely unwanted, at that.

[ SMS ] ASH B. : what the hell, nathan? [ SMS ] ASH B. : this better not be yours. [ SMS ] ASH B. : why would you even send me this???? [ SMS ] ASH B. : if it's supposed to be a confession or proposition- >( [ SMS ] ASH B. : you'll have to try harder than that.

" what does he take me for... " is murmured, but not sent via text as she throws her phone at the end of her bed in frustration. one thing is for sure, she won't stand for being just another notch in his bedpost. if that's what he's after, he's barking up the wrong tree.

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just cleared out all of my drafts unless ur name is mocha, lani, or gray.

if we have a thread that you would like to continue and ur name is not mentioned above, pls like this post. if you want to be extra helpful, maybe even link me said thread :)

please feel free to send in some asks! i'm probably going to clear my inbox out to make myself comfy. I would really love to receive some asks or for y'all to hit me up for plotting

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AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW ITS LITERALLY THE BASIS FOR LIKE ALL THE ACTUAL VILLAINS OF THE SHOW.

it’s all about their children. It’s all about their DAUGHTER. None of what happened, including singed’s involvement with viktor, would have happened if it weren’t for parents and their daughters

ok but as someone with a daughter the line “is there anything so undoing as a daughter” fucks me up.

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ok but as someone with a daughter the line “is there anything so undoing as a daughter” fucks me up.

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𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  .     ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚        a  series  of  romantic  gesture  prompts  inspired  by  historical  fiction,  period  dramas,  classic  fairytales,  poetry,  and  more.  will  likely  be  updated  in  the  future,  so  please  do  not  add  onto  this.

[   HAND   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  hand.

[   COURTESY   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  hand.

[   KNUCKLES   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  knuckles.

[   AFFECTION   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  knuckles.

[   TENDER   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  forehead/temple.

[   CARE   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  forehead/temple.

[   LIPS   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver  on  the  mouth.

[   SEALED   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender  on  the  mouth.

[   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close.

[   EMBRACE   ]     ,     receiver  hugs  sender  close.

[   KNEEL   ]     ,     sender  gets  down  on  one  knee.

[   REVERENCE   ]     ,     receiver  gets  down  on  one  knee.

[   OFFER   ]     ,     sender  offers  their  arm  for  receiver  to  join  them  somewhere.

[   JOIN   ]     ,     receiver  offers  their  arm  for  sender  to  join  them  somewhere.

[   ENVELOPE   ]     ,     sender  writes  receiver  a  love  letter.

[   LETTER   ]     ,     receiver  writes  sender  a  love  letter.

[   FLOWERS   ]     ,     sender  gifts  receiver  flowers.

[   BOUQUET   ]     ,     receiver  gifts  sender  flowers.

[   DANCE   ]     ,     sender  asks  receiver  to  dance.

[   WALTZ   ]     ,     receiver  asks  sender  to  dance

[   SILENCE   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  enjoy  a  quiet  moment  together  without  conversation.

[   READ   ]     ,     sender  reads  to  receiver.

[   STORY   ]     ,     receiver  reads  to  sender.

[   CARRY   ]     ,     sender  carries  receiver  in  their  arms.

[   LIFT   ]     ,   receiver  carries  sender  in  their  arms.

[   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close. 

[   INTERLOCKED   ]     ,     sender  holds  receiver's  hand.

[   INTERWOVEN   ]     ,     receiver  holds  sender's  hand.

[   GENTLE   ]     ,     sender  holds  receiver's  face  in  their  hands.

[   CRADLE   ]     ,     receiver  holds  sender's  face  in  their  hands.

[   CONVERSE   ]     ,     sender  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  receiver.

[   SHARE   ]     ,     receiver  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  sender.

[   COOK   ]     ,     sender  cooks  a  meal  for  receiver.

[   CHEF   ]     ,     receiver  cooks  a  meal  for  sender.

[   POEM   ]     ,     sender  writes  a  poem  for  receiver.

[   ODE   ]     ,     receiver  writes  a  poem  for  sender.

[   GIFT   ]     ,     sender  gives  receiver  a  gift  (  specify  ).

[   PRESENT   ]     ,     receiver  gives  receiver  a  gift  (  specify  ).

[   HOLD   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  cuddle  together.

[   BACK   ]     ,     sender  gives  receiver  a  back  rub.

[   MASSAGE   ]     ,   receiver  gives  sender  a  back  rub.

[   ASSIST   ]     ,     sender  helps  receiver  put  on  a  piece  of  clothing  or  jewellery. 

[   HELP   ]     ,     receiver  helps  sender  put  on  a  piece  of  clothing  or  jewellery. 

[   RAINFALL   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  dances  with  receiver  in  the  rain.

[   DOWNPOUR   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  and/or  dances  with  sender  in  the  rain.

[   BASKET   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  share  a  private  picnic.

[   WORSHIP   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  touches  receiver's  body  with  reverence.

[   DEVOTION   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  and/or  touches  sender's  body  with  reverence.

[   ALTAR   ]     ,     sender  watches  receiver  walk  down  the  aisle  towards  them.

[   AISLE   ]     ,     receiver  watches  sender  as  they  walk  down  the  aisle  towards  them.

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if cyrene isn’t march 7th and i end up picking up 3 pastel girls from amphoreus i’m gonna be so mad at myself

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@hoshirae whispered: [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers / phainon and castorice

a rainbow spills out of the warrior's calloused hands, delicate petals of every color and shade dancing in the wind that whispers between them. roses and lilies. mums and hyacinths. lavender and baby's breath. she can even make out a couple daisies and carnations. indeed, the bouquet itself has little coherence. an amalgamation of color and textures, as if it had been cobbled together by an overeager child, but the blooms spilling from phainon's hands paired with his easy smile paints an irresistible picture of absolute joy.

the fact that he is presenting these hard earned blooms to her directly helps as well. it also causes a dusting of red to spread across her cheeks, lavender eyes flickering up towards his beaming face only to pull away in a rush of embarrassment. has he always been so undeniably lovely? has his smile always been so intoxicating? is this simply an evolution of their bond as fellow chrysos heirs or is it something…

else.

“ i’m afraid i didn’t get anything for you, lord phainon… ” the words leave her lips in a murmur, her mind focused more on whether or not her flush is too obvious than the words that leave her lips. “ i… i am not certain i’m deserving of such a beautiful gift. did you pick them yourself? p-perhaps they would be better suited presented to lady aglaea… ” but the thought of turning the gift brings such sorrow to her heart, “ unless you truly mean them for me. ”

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i really like ciaccona and i might write her once we know more about her. she's just really cute.