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[lumoswolfstar]

Which Marauders era ship would you prefer to go on a double date with and why ?

this is soo good ok hmm first answer would be wolfstar just bc i love them soooo much and i think my gf and i would get along with them but an even better answer is Dorlene… like the lesbian power of all of us hanging out together NEED THAT!!!!! They would be our besties fr 🫶

[bambilovesribbons]

You are fat

if it was the old me i would've cried and ngl this made me a little sad but then i remember people project insecurities so maybe instead of running your mouth go run on the treadmill you fat fuck im manifesting your death or actually go kill yourself how about that

[dont-kill-yourself-because]

Don't kill yourself

THE CIRCUS IS BETTER

(I can and will drop lore on what I mean I have so much I could talk about)

could u pls?? :3 i wanna know why the circus is better :D

[hibernating-stag]

Have uou seen potemkin meltdown on youtube, same one that made robo rock w roboky? It's one of my favorite videos!

I have yes! I love that one, I ended up binging a bunch of MunchyJr's GG videos after I finished Xrd SIGN

One of my personal favorites is their Ultimate Sever video, I can pretty directly point to that one as why I wanted to try out Ky more seriously when me and my friend got to Rev 2. Which has served me very well since then :) !

[lilacthebooklover]

kill yourself

i want to have a passionate gay affair with you in which our lives become incorrigibly and irreparably intertwined and then marry your mother to leave you desolate bitter and alone forever xx

[stuupidbred40]

You're why people hate true crime fans actually go kill yourself fagg0t

WHAT THE FUCK! kys first anon loser

[ikamigami]

Literally this is so random but I love how polite you are to the anons with the “dear anon” thing/gen/pos

Sbbzjxjzjxjjxj I'm generally happy that someone sent me ask so I'm expressing it however I can nxnxnxnnx

Though I know that I wasn't always nice.. I have short temper.. and even if I'm not specifically angry at anon but the question triggers something in me then sometimes I'm rude 😓

It happened with asks about Eclipse.. I didn't want to be too rude about it.. the asks were about that maybe it's better that Eclipse is trying to move on..

But not in my opinion.. it's not better when he didn't even apologized to Sun for the torment that he caused him.. how can Eclipse move on with his life when he didn't even tried to do better to his first victim?

That ask reminded me of how people were treating Sun almost like a villain.. like if it was his fault that Eclipse suffered.. and I just was a bit angry.. I hope that that anon didn't take it too much to themselves 😓

But yeah.. in general I'm trying to be nice.. cause someone is sharing their ideas and theories with me.. or just ramble to me.. or rant.. or ask about my opinion.. and it makes me genuinely happy ^^ so it'd be rude to not treat them nicely :3

Thank you (//ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼//) though it's just nothing special really xnnxnxnxnnx but thank you 💗

[dandorishipping]

tell the class all your favorite parts about sova maybe? like what made you really fall for him and all of that!

ok this also might get long i am sorry. thank u for the ask tho its nice to hvae smth to do. either way uhh lets get started

ok so i might have mentioned this but i had a small crush on him a few years ago? i think since like 2022. back then i shipped with cypher and was super fixated on him but i think sova was always in the back of my brain as a crush, although at the time i only had him as a platonic. also cuz one of my good friends who doesnt anymore used to ship with him so i didnt wanna overstep or anything.

anyways im not even sure how i suddenly decided to latch onto him, i think my fixation on yone at the time was starting to fade and my brain just randomly chose to fixate on him even tho he was still a crush at the back of my brain lol. and look where we are now/lh

as for what i like abt him, i think one of the biggest things i like is how polite he is/kind to others. i think thats like a rlly important trait in someone for me if i were like to date someone else and hes just rlly nice in general and very lovely, hes such a big sweetheart :)

also ok im gonna sound crazy here but my friends keep saying im a circle bcuz he rlly fits one of my types which is like the holy trinity of yone vergil and wyll. who are all like, responsible, serious, yet like kind and deeply caring. and sova definitely fits into that archetype haha even though hes not exactly the same?? most of those guys arent exactly the same but theres a huge overlap of similarity with them.

i do also think he is very pretty even tho he is unfortunately white/lh :') (or at least i smacked this guy with the asian beam. get wasian'd) idk i suck at explaining exactly why i like this guy, again i think a big part of it is how kind he is to others!! its again just smth i rlly value in a partner, he genuinely cares about others/esp people hes close to like his grandma. and is very thoughtful. also i like that hes super down to earth and humble like this guy is incredibly talented yet never brags about it at all hes just very modest. smug people drive me nuts so im glad hes not like that lol. he also is very passionate abt his interests like archery and also he does photography! i like to think he also does things like hiking, birdwatching and maybe some gardening in his spare time. idk its a shame we dont get too too much info about val characters although the lore is always constantly growing. i do think he does like lots of outdoorsy hobbies hes very respectful to and attuned with nature i think.

sorry this is getting so long omg. im trying to think of any last things to throw in... i think another thing i rlly love abt him is how calm he is. it kinda balances me out bcuz i tend to be a really hotheaded person but it takes a LOT for him to get bothered by something, or at least lose his temper. in the lore we've never really seen him lose his temper or anything like that? the closest it's gotten is that one image when they were releasing fade where it was like a flashback to him losing his eye and he looked super animalistic. actually i think that in general for him to get that mad or whatever it would probably have to involve one of his loved ones being in danger. which is nice bcuz it shows that he rlly cares.

anyways this is getting so long so i will cut it short but i love my wife <3

[uglyduckling339]

hi hi :3 how are u doing??? i hope ur day has been great !!! (or will be if its morning :) )

Hii ‼️

Sorry ab answering so late but my day's been good ! I'm preparing for an audition rn :))

How's ur day going?

[nov2mbr]

you  don't  think  i'm  a  bad  person?  :) / @narrativessel

                 two  options  sit  in  front  of  you ,  a  forked  path  with  only  seconds  to  decide  ;  be  honest ,  be  kind ,  or  let  anger  poison  your  tongue .  a  good  person  wouldn't  have  crashed  into  his  life  without  warning ,  knowing  the  monsters  would  follow  THE  TRAIL  the  same  way  they  had  always  nipped  at  their  heels .  pulling  him  back  into  the  world  of  hunters  was  selfish    sam  would  know ,  he  was  just  the  same  for  pulling  jess  into  his  life  at  all .  a  chain  of  mistakes  and  cowardice  that  twisted  and  pulled  taut  and  ended  at  her  door  like  a  noose  she  didn't  know  to  avoid .

             but  that  anger  and  those  words  aren't  for  dean ,  even  on  the  worst  nights  when  all  you  can  see  is  fire  and  blackening  lace ,  you  know  that  holds  true .  as  always ,  history  repeating ,  dean  is  simply  the  one  there  while  john  isn't .  you  could  always  rely  on  john  winchester  to  pass  the  buck  to  his  eldest  son ,  be  it  for  christmas  /  birthdays  /  or  TRAGEDIES .

             " no ,  dean ,  i  don't . "  head  bowed ,  eyes  on  the  gravel  below  rather  than  dean  next  to  him ,  leant  on  the  hood  of  the  impala  that  always  represented  shelter .  physically  and  emotionally .  " bit  of  a  jerk ?  yeah ,  but  ...  i  think  you're  exactly  the  kind  of  person  dad  would  want  you  to  be . "

[polillaviolenta]

🩷Skill issue, can't even make an egg without forgetting about it 🤷‍♀️

I'll break your legs.

[lumoswolfstar]

what are your favorite fic tropes? and if you have any reccs for them?

mmm such a basic ass answer but friends to lovers but i’m biased bc that’s how my gf and i got together but yeahhhh 😭😭😭

currently reading a black mass over highway 90 and it’s sooo good !!!!!!!

[jakesangel]

ouch my head 💢 - smau

when y/n almost gets hit by a random hot basketball player who happens to have a huge crush on her

pairing : loser desperate jake x hot 'meanie' reader aka black cat gf x golden retriever bf

warning : they are all in college so will have college humor w sex jokes n kms/kys jokes

jake's group of friends : basketball extracurricular - heeseung + jay but also knows jungwon n sunghoon

y/n's group of friends : fashion extracurricular - sunghoon sunoo jungwon

not gonna show the profiles nobody really care anyway but here's a little spoiler > <

master list :

1 💢 i’m sure he looks fine as hell under his hoodie

2 💢 i had an accident.

3 💢 why his side profile so 🫦

4💢 i will make him pregnant.

5 💢 i'd gladly ask jake to try it again

6💢 jake getting bitches before me make no sense

7 💢 DELTE

8 💢 am i too pretty for you to answer

9 💢 you can make girls laugh 😲

rest will be updated

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[dont-kill-yourself-because]

I WONT I PROMISE

YOU BETTER NOT

[lovesickpvppy]

FUCKBOY!LEON X LAME!READER HC’S

warnings: freak boy leon turned lover boy leon, angst, smut AND fluff!!!! no use of y/n, virgin!reader, leon is a CUNT! mentions of reader wearing a dress…:3 reader tells leon “kys”, daddy kink at the end IM SORRY!!!

word count: 0.8k (sorry ik it’s short!)

notes: hello….

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who’s name is known across campus, you wish you could get with him. god it would be a dream come true,,, but no one as chronically online as you could even get close to him…

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who sees you around campus, you have a great sense of style. maybe he should get your number…but no. he couldn’t ruin his reputation by sleeping with a total nerd.

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who sees you at a party, little did he know it was your first party ever. he approached you with nothing but respect, asking you where your friends were and complimenting your outfit. whispering in your ear that you’re dress would look better on his bed room floor

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who’s surprised when you agree to going back to him dorm, but he doesn’t want to wait too long so he just takes you up to an empty bedroom, truly shows what a gentleman he is!: )

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who pushes you onto the bed, kissing you roughly. when things get heated, by that i mean your both half naked.

“i’ve never done anything like this before…” you confess

his eyes widened

“nah i can’t do this”

he gets off of you and started to put his shirt back on

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who feels a bit bad when you leave the room crying. but he knows it’s for the better, that night you watch him leave with other girl. breaking your heart

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who sees you the next day, your both at the mall, he feels bad…maybe you can still be friends?

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who goes up to you and asks if you would still willing to be friends. you think about it and shyly nod your head, he smiles and gives you his number

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who hits you up later that day.

“hey” it was a simple text, nothing that would make you get the wrong idea!

“haiii” of course you replied back with an energetic text, anything to get his attention

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who plans to come over to you’re dorm. when he arrives he’s not surprised! your dorm is full of posters and figurines…he’s almost scared, he sits down on your bed and sighs

“you ever played needy streamer overload?”

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who spends the next three hours playing nso with you. he’s confused on why he likes it. but it’s fun to be around you! he actually doesn’t want to leave…

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who slowly grows attached to you, he doesn’t want to admit it but he really is, he loves your laugh, smile, eyes honestly anything and everything about you . . .

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who who sees you out with another guy. he doesn’t register that he’s just a friend. so he goes back to his old ways. later that night you receive a snap from him of some random girl getting backshots from him ???

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who realizes that he fucked up when instead of crawling back to him you just say

“kys”

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who has to search up what that means. he’s devastated when he finds out : ( he goes to your dorm to apologize but he can’t bring himself to knock. so he just awkwardly stands there for 5 minutes

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who finally knocks, and you answer as quickly as possible!

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who’s so sad that when you open the door and see him an instant expression of disgust appears on your face, you look so tired

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who stars with, “so uh. . .how you been?” and awkwardly chuckles. you scoff and try to close the door, yet he stops it with his foot and forces himself inside.

ꪆৎ - fuckboy!leon who smells the air of your room that he missed soso much ! he feels at home again. . .you guys talk, he apologizes, you don’t apologize because you have nothing to apologize for!

ꪆৎ - loverboy!leon who waits a couple days to show up unannounced to your door with flowers. when you see him you’re eyes go wide.

“leon what are yo—“ your cut off my his kissing you and gently shutting the door behind you too

ꪆৎ - loverboy!leon who is relieved when you kiss back. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. . .

ꪆৎ - loverboy!leon who’s surprised to find him self naked in your bed, his cock buried deep inside you. he knows it’s your first time so he’s gentle with you

“leon!” you cry out in that whiny voice of yours. “i know, princess, i know” he coos. his cock is kissing your cervix, the pleasure is too much and you get let it slip out

“daddy!”♡

his eyes winded as he realized that he liked it. . .so he plays into it ; )

“yeah? you wanna come on daddy’s cock? that it?” you nodded as you felt the knot in your stomach grow, your hips bucked as your breath began to get ragged

“daddy—oh—mmmffhh” are the noises you make when you come. . .leon cums when he feels your cunt clench around him

ꪆৎ - loverboy!leon who now realizes he loves you, and he stares at you on awe as you sleep beside him : )

[earpskeeper]

part 1 can be found here

trigger warning - grief, slight breakdown, minimal suicidal ideation

hope you guys enjoy it!

as always my requests are open :)

In the weeks following the funeral, Kyra doesn't go home.

She can’t.   

The thought of stepping foot inside the flat you shared makes her chest sieze. Every corner would be you. Your toothbrush. Your coat still hanging on the hook by the door. The half-finished novel on the bedside table she never got around to teasing you for. The quiet hum of the fridge where the oat milk you insisted on drinking still sits.

So she stays with Katie and Caitlin. They don’t ask questions. Don’t push. They just hand her spare pyjamas and keep the house warm. Caitlin makes her tea she doesn’t drink. Katie leaves a lamp   on in the hallway at night.

Kyra barely speaks.

She moves like a ghost through the house, eyes blank, shoulders hunched, as if shrinking from the weight pressing down on her chest. She doesn't eat unless told to. Doesn't answer her phone. Her training attendance is erratic. When she does show up, she’s mechanical, going through the motions, never quite present.

The only time she seems alive at all is when she’s angry. And it comes fast. Sudden. Unpredictable.

It happens for the first time two weeks after the funeral. The first time Kyra goes back to training. It had been nearly 3 weeks since the funeral and Katie and Caitlin both have early meetings that morning.

They are hesitant to leave her, hovering by the front door, but Kyra insists she would go. 

“I’ll go” she murmurs, her eyes fixated on a now cold cup of tea, “I’ll try.”

In the end it is Leah who comes to pick her up. 

She pulls up just outside the house in her car, country music on low and a soft encouraging smile readey. But the moment Kyra steps out of the door, the moment she sees the car, she stops dead in her tracks. 

She doesn’t say a word, she just stops. 

Leah, who was now out of the car and opening the passenger door with gentle ease. “Morning Ky, come on, hop in.”

Kyra’s breath hitches. Her arms curl tightly around her middle like she’s holding herself in place. Her whole chest begins to rise and fall too quickly, and her eyes are locked on the car like it’s something dangerous. Because in her mind, and experience, it is. 

“Kyra?” Leah’s voice is gentle now, cautious as she steps slowly towards her. 

“It’s alright, it’s just me. We’ll be there in fifteen, tops.”

“No,” Kyra says. Her voice is thin, cracking at the edges.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t.” Her breathing is getting faster. “I can’t.”

Leah moves a little closer. “Hey! hey, Just breathe, okay?”

But Kyra’s hands are trembling now. Her eyes flash with something wild, panic twisted into anger, into white raged fury. “I’m not getting in the car, Leah!”

“Alright, that’s ok. ”

“I said no!” she yells, suddenly, her voice shrill. “I can’t breathe, I can’t, I…I can’t!”

Her chest is rising too fast, shoulders hunched, and she starts pacing erratically, clutching her head with both hands. “Why would you even bring a car? Why the fuck would you think that’s okay?!”

“Kyra.” Leah’s voice firms up. She steps in quickly, placing both hands on Kyra’s shoulders. “Look at me. Look at me. You’re alright.”

“I’m not,” Kyra gasps. “I’m not, I’m not, I’m not!” She repeats as if she believes if she says it enough times then it will come true. 

“Okay, we’re not doing the car,” Leah says immediately, her grip steady but calm. “We’ll take the tube, yeah? No cars. No pressure. Just you and me. We’ll walk half of it. You’re safe.”

Kyra’s breaths still come ragged, but something in Leah’s voice cuts through the panic like a thread. Her eyes flick up to meet hers, glassy and burning.

“I can’t go back there,” she whispers, almost childlike. “I can’t be in another car. I see it every time.”

Leah nods, slowly. “Then we won’t. I promise.”

It takes a few minutes before Kyra can stop pacing, before her hands drop back to her sides and her breathing steadies enough to walk.

They take the tube. Leah keeps her close the whole time, navigating the crowds, shielding Kyra from too many eyes. They walk the last half mile in silence, shoes crunching gravel, Kyra’s gaze fixed on the ground.

It isn’t easy. Her body moves like it’s made of stone.

But she makes it to training.

By the time they reach the training ground, Kyra looks pale and hollow-eyed, her shoulders slumped like she’s trying to disappear into her coat. Leah walks just a step behind her, close enough to steady her if she wavers., or stop her if she decides to bolt. 

They enter through the side door to avoid the main hallway. The hum of conversation, laughter, and the shuffle of boots echoes from the locker room ahead. Normal. Alive. Loud in a way that feels almost obscene.

Kyra steps inside, and it’s like someone hit mute.

Every head turns.

Every voice dies.

Laughter evaporates mid-sentence. Boots stop clattering against the floor. Water bottles lower mid-sip. The buzz of conversation collapses into an awkward, loaded silence.

All eyes land on her, but she doesn’t meet a single one.

She’s staring at a cubby.

Her girlfriend’s.

It’s been turned into a shrine. Cards slotted between folded kit, little notes scrawled with shaky handwriting. A scarf draped over the top. Someone’s left a stuffed bear tucked into the corner. And in the center, a large bouquet of flowers adorned with red roses. 

Kyra doesn’t move for a long time. Just stares. Everyone expects something, a gasp, a sob, a trembling hand reaching out to touch something left behind.

But all they get is a quiet voice. Flat. Robotic.

“Who did that?”

Nobody answers.

She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t turn. Just keeps staring at the flowers.

“She would’ve hated it,” Kyra says, completely devoid of emotion. Like she’s stating the time or reading off an ingredients list. “She thought they were cliché,” she adds, still flat, robotic. “Said they were for people who couldn’t be bothered to think.”

Another pause. No one knows what to say.

Beth makes the mistake of stepping closer, her voice careful, too gentle. “Kyra… are you…?”

Kyra turns without warning and walks straight past her. Her shoulder smashes against Beth’s with enough force to make her stagger, but Kyra doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look back. Doesn’t even flinch.

She walks to her locker and begins changing wordlessly, like she’s the only one in the room.

The silence lingers, awkward and uncertain, until Leah finds her voice  strong, steady and full of no-nonsense.

“All right,” she says, sharp enough to slice the tension. “Get ready, warm-up in ten.”

And slowly, conversation resumes, though it’s more hushed now. Eyes still flick to Kyra as she changes, methodical and mechanical. Not one trace of emotion.

After training had finished, Kyra hurried out of the locker room, her bag slung over one shoulder. In her rush, the notebook slipped from the side pocket, landing unnoticed on the floor.

Later, Kim, staying late for coaching duties with the academy, was tidying up the changing room when her eyes caught the small, worn notebook lying by the bench. Curious, she picked it up and flipped it open.

Her face grew serious as she read the raw, painful words. Kyra’s struggles, her despair, the haunting lines about not wanting to live without her girlfriend, and how sometimes she thought it would have been better if she had died instead.

Kim closed the notebook gently, her mind racing. Without hesitation, she headed straight to Katie and Caitlin’s place, the notebook clutched firmly in her hand, knowing this was something they all had to face together.

Kim hesitated for a moment in the dimly lit corridor outside Katie and Caitlin’s flat, the worn notebook clutched tightly in her hands. The changing room had been empty when she found it, lying abandoned on the floor, its pages fluttering as if begging to be read. She hadn’t meant to pry, but the words inside had stopped her cold, the despair, the pain, the silent cries no one had heard before. This wasn’t just grief anymore, it was a quiet surrender. Kim knew Kyra needed more than distance and silence now. She swallowed hard and stepped inside.

Kyra’s footsteps were slow and hollow, each step almost robotic, like a ghost trapped in a body. She paused in the doorway, her pale eyes flicking immediately to the notebook on the table. Her face remained blank, expressionless — a mask of cold detachment.

“That’s not mine” she said quietly, voice flat, almost rehearsed.

Katie lifted her gaze, steady and calm, voice warm but firm. “Kyra… it is. We’ve read it.” Her words hung heavy in the air, yet they carried no judgment, only love. “We know how much you’re hurting. You don’t have to hide it from us.”

For a moment, Kyra’s eyes widened, but no tears came. The silence stretched unbearably. Then like a dam breaking, her entire body tensed, shoulders rigid, fists clenching at her sides.

“You had no right!” she burst out, voice sharp, trembling with a mix of fury and despair. “How could you read that? It’s mine… Private!” Her breathing quickened, panic rising as she tried to contain the whirlwind inside her chest.

Kyra’s body trembled violently as the weight of everything she had been holding in for so long finally crashed over her. Her fists clenched so tight that her knuckles turned white, and her breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps. The storm inside her was relentless, a chaotic mix of anger, despair, and helplessness. Her voice cracked as she shouted, “How could you read that? It’s mine!” The words hung heavy, raw and desperate.

Katie was quick to notice the signs of the impending breakdown and swiftly stood up and made her way over to Kyra. Hands up as if to try and defuse the situation. But as Kyra tried to shove Katie away, that’s when she knew she had to intervene physically.

Kim and Caitlin exchanged a worried glance, but Katie didn’t let go. Instead, she rose slowly, closing the distance between them. “Kyra, we’re here because we care. Because we want to help,” she said gently, reaching out to wrap her arms around Kyra.

Kyra struggled at first, stiff and unyielding, as if trying to push Katie away. But the walls she’d built for so long began to crumble. Her hands shook, then faltered, and the anger dissolved into a raw, shattered sob that shook her whole frame.

Katie’s arms tightened around her, a steady anchor in the whirlwind. But Kyra was still fighting. Her legs buckled slightly, and her hands flailed, a sharp, involuntary movement meant to push away but really betraying the panic twisting inside her.

Suddenly, the fight drained out of her. Her body sagged against Katie’s, knees buckling as she crumpled down to the floor, her face burying in Katie’s shoulder. The tears came without warning, hot and fast. Sobs wracked her body, violent and ragged, as if each one was shaking loose a shard of the pain lodged deep within her.

Her cries broke the silence like thunder, loud and raw. The anger that had burned so fiercely just moments ago morphed into something unbearably fragile. She was no longer the stoic, emotionless figure who had walked into the room moments before. No, now she was utterly broken, raw and exposed.

Katie gently rocked her, whispering soothing words, “It’s okay, Kyra. Let it out. We’re here.” The warmth of Katie’s voice was a lifeline, pulling her back from the edge. Kyra’s trembling fingers gripped Katie’s shirt as if holding on for dear life.

Caitlin knelt nearby, eyes glistening with empathy, reaching out to brush a calming hand along Kyra’s back. Kim sat at the table, silent but attentive, understanding that this was a crucial turning point but heartbreaking internallly. 

Kyra’s breaths were shallow and ragged, but slowly, the trembling eased. The sobs softened, becoming quieter hiccups. Her face was streaked with tears, eyes red and swollen, but there was a flicker of relief, painful but real.

After what felt like an eternity, Kyra whispered, barely audible, “I don’t want to feel like this… I’m so tired.”

Katie pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, voice steady and full of care, “You don’t have to face it alone anymore. We’ll be with you, every step.”