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also i made a serena joy ( @meeknot ) and she will have a bunch of different verses as soon as i have time to write them hehe. for now i must work.

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I'll be around soon. I started a new job and then I got sick, and I'm still super sick. I wanna try and get some replies done this week though when I feel better!

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i started a new job !! sorry about the slowness and lack of activity, i've also been binge watching Doctor Who with my best friend. she's obsessed with it and made me watch the newest season with her and now I'm hooked and wanna watch from the nineth doctor and onward lmao.

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&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

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She lifts the silver greatsword into the campfire’s low light, turning the glinting steel in her hands with clinical precision, as if appraising not only the weapon but herself within its reflection. It is then she hears it — that grating, pious murmur curling from the half-elf’s tent like a snake through the grass. A whisper not meant for her ears, but one that hisses all the same.

Lae’zel’s eyes flick like slits of molten gold toward the source of that soft, self-important plea. ❛ Chk. ❜ A contemptuous sound clicks behind her teeth. ❛ Is my preparation for survival so offensive to your fragile sensibilities, istik? ❜ The word spills from her lips like a curse, heavy with the weight of contempt. ❛ Does the sound of steel being readied unsettle your delicate prayers to shadows and silence? ❜

Her gaze flickers, blade still poised in her hands as if it might carve truth from air itself. ❛ Every scrape, every spark from this stone, is to ensure I am not slain while you sleep, k’chakhi. But if it vexes you so, ❜ Lae’zel tilts her head, scarred mouth twisting into something sharp and without mercy, ❛ perhaps you should question why I must prepare at all. It is not I who delays our march to the crèche with distractions and meddling. Had we wasted less breath on the woes of weaklings and more on ridding ourselves of these ghaik parasites, I would not need to sharpen steel every time we stop to rest. ❜

@tskinva || unprompted

Shadowheart was trying to have a nice good night sleep at camp, but someone just kept sharpening those weapons, making awful screeching noise. . she had to fight the urge once more .

...

"Lady of sorrows guide us," She 'd murmured to her Dark Lady to bestow her with more patience.

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@bloodtwin sent: He is attempting to subtly slide closer & closer to Lae'zel as they lay beside each other. He is oh-so-sneakily slipping his arms around her for a snuggle. He is almost certain this will work because he is very warm & soft. Also, his fuzzy chest makes a good pillow. ( Or so I've been told ... )

The stars above stretch silver and still. Lae’zel lies naked beneath them, her skin kissed with sweat, the aftermath of combat not of war, but of flesh. Her body aches—not with injury, but with pleasure, with something dangerously close to contentment. Muscles hum in the silence. Her limbs are sore, spent. Satisfied. And yet her mind is anything but.

The night air brushes along her bare shoulders, prickling them with chill. But the warmth beside her grows—creeping, crawling, slinking. His touch starts small, subtle. Foolishly subtle. As if he believes he can go unnoticed by her, a githyanki warrior trained to sense the softest footfall, the slightest shift in wind. She hears the rustle of grass as he moves closer. Feels the brush of his arm as he inches forward. And then his arm snakes around her.

Her body stiffens, breath held sharp in her throat. A sound rises unbidden from her chest—a low warning, more beast than woman, the harbinger of refusal. She should pull away. She should spit a curse, bare her teeth, shove him back with a growl and remind him of his place. But… his skin is fire against hers. His chest, firm and furred, presses into her back with unbearable gentleness. His breath ghosts against the nape of her neck. Warm. Steady. Alive.

She exhales slowly. The tension bleeds from her limbs like a sword sliding back into its sheath. Without thinking, her body leans back into him, her spine curving into his embrace. Her hand comes to rest on the arm he has draped around her waist, her fingers curling instinctively, as though anchoring him there. She had warned him before—told him, bluntly, that there would be no cuddling unless he proved himself worthy. Perform well, she had said, almost mockingly. She turns slightly in his arms, eyes meeting his. She narrows her gaze, but her voice, when she speaks, is lower, quieter than it ought to be. ❛ I was hoping you’d forget what I said before. ❜ The words come grudgingly, shaped by pride, but not backed by it.

❛ I said I would consider this. If you performed well. ❜ A pause. A beat. ❛ You performed well. And I have considered it. ❜ Her lips twitch at the corner. It is not quite a smile, but it is something gentler, something less armed. She shifts further, burying herself deeper into his embrace. Her body presses flush against his now, every scar, every beat of her pulse aligned with his warmth. Her ear settles against his chest—and there it is. The heartbeat. The rhythm of prey, of excitement, of… affection.

She should not be here. Should not feel this. She is githyanki. She is the blade born to sever the neck of weakness. And yet… ❛ My queen betrayed me, ❜ she murmurs, the words raw on her tongue. ❛ My own people hunt me, call me hshar’lak. ❜ Her voice trembles—not from fear, but fury held too long in the cage of her throat. ❛ I should be enraged. I am enraged—❜ The growl returns, cracking the air between them. But it is a dying thing, spent quickly as her large eyes rise to meet his.

❛ I feel a great pain unlike any wound I’ve ever suffered, ❜ she breathes, her fingers tightening on his arm. ❛ But… I do not feel alone. ❜ There is silence for a moment. ❛ And for that, ❜ she adds, voice hushed as the stars, ❛ I thank you. ❜ She nestles closer, surrendering to the impossible safety of his hold. Just for this moment. Just for this night. Let Vlaakith rage. She would meet it all blade-first in the morning.

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— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

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I'm not gonna die!

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going to the hospital now, guys, wish me luck. pray I don't have colon cancer lol.

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gonna try and get some stuff written this morning, but this is the second morning I've bled heavily out of my literal asshole so I gotta go to the ER to make sure I'm not dying. I'm just waiting for my best friend to get home because I don't wanna go alone. :') a lil bit of TMI for the dash bc I'm low-key kinda scared hehe

edit: oh God just realizing they might have to give me a colonoscopy and that's a whole medical procedure in itself, I'll have to be sedated with a tube in my intestines. I'm so scared guys wtf

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@thenextchapterbegins sent: “But I'm not sorry for loving you.”

The air is still behind the inn. Taut, as if it, too, waits to exhale. The torches have long guttered in their sconces, their light smothered by the creeping veil of the Shadow-Cursed Lands, where even silence feels like it has claws. She does not flinch from the dark. No, she was born in death — molded in it. Yet now, for the first time, it stares back at her with pity.

Her breaths are measured but shallow, as if drawing too deeply might let loose the scream behind her teeth. Vlaakith. That sacred name once carved into her bones like scripture — lies. Every breath she’s ever taken was in service to a throne of rot. She had thought herself a blade. A purpose made flesh. Now she feels like nothing more than the hilt, discarded.

She told him to stay behind. He didn’t listen. Chk. Stubborn. And yet—she doesn’t send him away. She hasn’t turned to look at him since she stepped out here, but his presence is a gravity she has already surrendered to. His closeness is a kind of defiance she no longer has the strength to resist.

When she finally turns, her ochre eyes find his with the intensity of a warrior reading an enemy’s stance before the first strike. But this is no battlefield. Her expression is unreadable — iron forged smooth — but her eyes betray her. They shimmer faintly, reflecting a sheen that could be mistaken for rage, if not for how soft her gaze has become. Like she’s looking upon something sacred, yet wholly hers. Lae’zel is silent for a long beat. Then, she speaks — and her voice is not the voice of a conqueror. It is low. And raw. A confession spoken as though she were biting through it with her own teeth.

❛ It feels as though my heart, still beating, has been torn from my chest. Crushed in the fist of Vlaakith herself. And yet…❜ She blinks, once. Her jaw tightens, as if fighting the instinct to scorn the admission, to spit on her own tenderness. But she doesn’t. She holds it. Lets it live. ❛ Yet with you near… it does not feel like I am dying. ❜

Her hands uncurl at her sides. Her whole posture has shifted — no longer ready for war, but for something else. ❛ I do not know what this feeling is. This ache. This warmth. Perhaps it is weakness. Perhaps it is madness. But if it is, I will not be cured of it. ❜ She breathes in, shallow. ❛ I am glad you are not sorry. ❜

Her eyes flicker down, then up, tracing every line and curve of him — memorizing. And then, with the reverence of a battle standard laid down before an honored foe, she says: ❛ Zhak vo’n’ash duj. Source of my bruises. ❜

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Lae'zel begrudgingly cuddling with you for the first time and realizing, oh shit, this is nooiiiiiice.

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friendly reminder that lae's url means 'eat shit' in gith.

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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh