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[darlinglana]

Can you do Negan please? :))

REBLOG GAME!

STATUS: OPEN (check the original post for updates)

hi!! thank you all SO much for 100 followers!! to celebrate, i’m doing my first ever reblog game!! hope you all like it!

send a picture of your f/o (or s/i if you want) and i’ll give them a celestial object!

here’s a general guide of what you may expect to get:

i’ll go first: for casper, he gets a supermassive black hole!

as always, pro.ship and adjacent dni

[demaidk]

Dema wanted to be extra “I’m just a girl🎀” today

So.. glitter :)

[las-almas-border-patrol]

I found my old baby photos! And an old camcorder in my parents closet? Wanna come over and see with me???

- 🎀💕 @ask-private-141

(Btw I’m taking that emoji combo!)

preciosa, you would Share those memories with me?

I feel honored and would gladly accept. Should I bring Something? Sadly I dont know If I have some old Pictures of me around.

But I will ask abuela to look.

((and for Sure you can be 🎀💕))

[crowneddevildomprince]

Mhm! And I’m okay! How was your day today? :D

🎀💕anon

”Same as usual. Work and such, though I suppose I have nothing to complain about.”

[rene-01]

Random unpopular opinion but I don’t like blaineley🎀

(Mostly cuz of her weird ways with Justin…..this also goes for Chris and chef and they’re actions)

[pinkfox202]

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megan thee stallion🧡

[crowneddevildomprince]

Hello Lord Diavolo! How is your day today? Lucifer sent me to see how you are doing!

🎀💕anon

”Lucifer sent you?”

Diavolo chuckled softly after a bit, folding his arms.

“Well I suppose I can’t complain, and how are you?”

[pinkkpotions]

Turned 27 the other day..

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[pinkfox202]

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Rihanna for Savage X Fenty

[allyyyyyyy]

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[wolvietxt]

hiiiiiii jay!! ive been having an unhealthy sleeping schedule lately, so i just wanted to know what you think frank would do if he catches you up pulling an all-nighter cause of some uni work when he came home from one of his missions. most especially, when you tell him you’ve done it for three straight nights while he was gone…

FRANK knew something was off the second he stepped into the apartment. it was quiet, too quiet, but not in the way that usually meant safety. the tv wasn’t on, no music played softly from your phone, and you didn’t come running up to him the second he locked the door behind him.  

his gut clenched.  

he slipped off his boots, careful not to track any dirt or blood onto the floor, and listened. he heard it then - the faint sound of typing. quick, rhythmic, desperate.  

with a sigh, he followed it, walking toward the kitchen, where the glow of your laptop screen cast shadows across your face. papers were scattered everywhere, some crumpled, some covered in highlighter. empty redbull cans were scattered around the tabletop. a half-eaten granola bar sat next to an empty coffee cup, and another coffee was in your hand, fingers curled tight around it like a lifeline.  

you didn’t even notice him.  

“sweetheart.” his voice was low, firm.  

you startled, eyes snapping up. he saw the exhaustion in them instantly - red-rimmed, glassy, dark circles bruising your skin.  

“frank,” you breathed, blinking fast like you were trying to clear your vision.  

he didn’t move toward you just yet, but he looked you over, taking in the way your hands trembled around the coffee cup, the way your shoulders sagged under the weight of whatever you were doing.  

“what’re you doin’ up?” he asked, though he already had an idea.  

“just… finishing some stuff,” you mumbled, eyes darting back to your laptop. “it’s nothing, really.”  

he glanced at the time on the microwave. 4:12 a.m.  

his jaw ticked.  

“when’s the last time you slept?”  

you hesitated, biting your lip, and he knew right then you were about to say something he wouldn’t like.  

“um … a little bit, here and there,” you finally said, voice too soft, too small.  

frank sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “baby.”  

“it’s fine,” you tried to reassure him, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “i just needed to catch up on work. it’s been kinda crazy, and i thought, you know, since you were gone, i’d just - ”  

“how long?”  

your mouth opened, closed.  

he took a step forward. “how long you been doin’ this?”  

“…three nights.”  

his nostrils flared.  

“three damn nights?” his voice was sharper now, and you flinched. not out of fear, but because you knew how much he hated this - hated seeing you worn down, pushing yourself past your limits. you’d hate to see him disappointed in you but in your defence, you thought he’d be home a whole lot later.

“i just - i had to, frank,” you whispered. “i got so behind, and i didn’t want you to come back to me all stressed and falling apart, so i just - ”  

his hands were on you before you could finish, tugging you up and out of the chair, wrapping you up tight against him. you didn’t even realize you were crying until he sighed against your hair, feeling the dampness on his shirt.  

“sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough with something heavy, something that made your chest ache. “you think i care ‘bout any of that? you think i want you doin’ this to yourself?”  

“i just wanted to keep up,” you sniffled, fingers fisting in his jacket. “i didn’t wanna be a mess when you got back.”  

he pulled back just enough to cup your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. his eyes, dark and tired but so damn full of love, locked onto yours.  

“you could be the biggest damn mess in the world, and i wouldn’t care. you hear me?” he said, low and firm. “don’t wanna come home to you runnin’ yourself into the ground. don’t wanna see you like this.”  

you nodded, lower lip trembling, and he groaned, pressing a kiss there, then another, then another, like he was trying to fix it, to erase the exhaustion, the stress, the weight you’d been carrying alone.  

“c’mon,” he muttered, tugging you toward the bedroom. “you’re done. no more of this.”  

“but - ”  

he shot you a look. “no buts. you’re gonna sleep.”  

you wanted to protest, but the second you hit the bed, exhaustion slammed into you like a tidal wave. you barely registered the weight of him next to you, pulling you against his chest, hand rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back.  

“gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” he whispered against your hair, voice soft, warm. “always.”  

and for the first time in three nights, you believed it.

ᰔ frank castle : @stvr-dust, @uncertified-doc, @erospecies

taglist form linked in pinned post :3

[pinkfox202]

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Princess midi nightgown 🩰

[dear-mimii]

ambessa x queen!reader

pairing! ambessa x wife!reader

about! are you the only person in that council who takes politics seriously? the stress really got to you this time…

cw! just fluff😚

word count! 504

an! what pictures could possibly match ambessa😭 anyways, a little fluff with ambessa is what we all need in life, right?? anyways… im also looking for suggestions, so feel free to send in asks!🫶🏽🫶🏽 also do y’all want me to make a master list??

gods, you swear some of these people could be utterly insufferable. usually, you didn’t mind sitting in for ambessa during council meetings. but my gods, you felt like the only competent person in there. a collection of warlords from the south western region of Noxus were basically in a muscle measuring competition, where for at least the last 15 minutes, they were arguing about whose weapon was the coolest? you were holding your head by the temples, rubbing circles in a futile attempt to calm yourself and unclench your jaw. finally, you balled your hand into a fist, slamming it on the table to get everyone’s attention.

through a clenched jaw, you spoke, “i do apologize for the interruption, but perhaps we should get back to the topic at hand?” your voice was strained, rising slightly with every syllable.

two of the warlords looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, before bursting out in boisterous laughter.

awarlord covered in furs, Marek, looked over at you and said, “looks like the wife isn’t just a paperweight after all! we all deeply apologize, we’ll get right back on track, hah!”

you just hated the way they belittled you, acting as if you were just a stand in for ambessa instead of a woman who is actually involved in politics. after a bit more laughing and muttered comments, the warlords eventually focused back on the meeting, albeit begrudgingly. you definitely wouldn’t say it went without a hitch, but nobody could control those brutes 100%.

back at home, you stripped out of your clothes without a second thought and changed into your usual comfort staples: a burgundy silk robe, loose black wool pants, and nothing else. you couldn’t be bothered. in the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and immediately felt it—the tight pull of your hairstyle, like it had been clenched all day. you were already annoyed, already frustrated, and the tension headache it was giving you only made things worse. you didn’t even try to be gentle. you just started yanking out the rubber bands and hair ties, one by one, not caring if it hurt.

that’s when you caught ambessa’s gaze in the mirror. she had clearly just come home, still in her usual regal yet militaristic garb. ambessa stood in the mirror, watching your frenzied movements.

“…sweetheart.”

ambessa took a firm step, reaching for your hands and guiding them away from your hair. ambessa was never the best with expressing her love in words, but you never doubted her love and care for you. she took your hands in one of her own, rubbing over your knuckles with her calloused thumb.

“gods… what battlefield did you come from?” her eyes were wide with worry; not frenzied, but concerned.

ambessa brought one of your hands to her lips, letting it stay there for a long while before embracing you, gently pushing your chest against hers and stroking your hair.

“come now, you need relax for a bit.”

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Unagimaru