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monstersmuses · 1 year
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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! ❤
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THANK U OMG SJDIOSDIHFSIDOHF
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astrobabe146 · 1 year
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Harumi is definitely growing on me 🙏
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fruitmagazine · 10 months
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this year has been literally so fucking bad for me, not only physical but also emotionally and at the same time ive met so many wonderful people that make me happy so yeah....like i have to see the love before the tragedy and love is the most important thing to me
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tiredassmage · 11 months
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@jupitcrising | staring back at me
It laces like ice through his chest: this isn’t right. Something’s wrong. Very, very wrong.
The hall’s as familiar as it can be, wreathed in something that rolls like smoke, panels low to the floor and set into the harsh, stone-toned tiles snaking flashes of red and stark white up polished black boots and fitted uniforms. A little slice of Dromund Kaas, wherever you go.
Tyr shifts uneasily in sleep, brow twisting. 
Something’s… not right. It’s familiar… It’s not. Uniforms. A glint of sickly green-tinted light off a metal inlay. That’s…
Sparks at the back of his neck - lightning, but physical this time, and racing down his spine, splitting his lips in a silent, but roaring hiss, teeth flashing white in the slim lighting, stark against the looming black halls, sweeping black robes, the dull gray of a uniform jacket.
Wait. The grip around his arms settles in heavy. Two bodies on each side. At least two more - at least one in front, at least two or three behind. His eyes widen. His heels can’t dig against the pristine floors. The resistance is stronger in the durasteel grip tightening around his arms. His grimace turns into a snarl, draws his lips back farther over his teeth, masks for a moment the fear in a bloody kind of defiance.
“Keep him still.” He twists, writhes, tries to throw a shoulder to throw off the way he’s being all but herded, dragged along.
Restless eyes underneath closed lids. Uneasy grip adjusting around the pillows. A sharp jerk of an arm. Twist. Turn. Try to wrench away from the pain.
“Get off,” he finds his voice. A sharp stop, a gloved hand thrown squarely back at him. Heat, a sharp pain, a metallic tang floods his mouth. The restraining hands steady his shoulders from the way his head snaps with the blow and then fingers twist into his hair. The pull’s not gentle. Instinctively, he throws that snarl back across his split lips.
“Spirited this time, are you?” A faceless mask, but he can hear the threat of a smile prowling over the words like a vine cat in the jungle. Robes on this one. Black, red lacing through, long fabric sweeping down shoulders and adding to a solid silhouette still half-shadowed by the lights.
Not for much longer. From smoke and shadow to almost blinding, sterile light.
Three days. Approved for limited use.
“I said, let go of me!” His feet feel solid against the floor this time when he throws his weight back against the push of his would-be captors.
“You were busier than expected, agent. You’ve become quite the liability. Did you think we wouldn't notice your new... alliances?” It doesn’t stop them. There’s too many of them. Resistance hurts, sends fire down his spine, metal biting at the back of his neck until he nearly falters in their hold.
And once he’s down, there’s nowhere else to go.
“Stay the fuck away from me! What are you doing?!” He hates it - the desperation that starts to leak into the words. The restraints bite back at his arms when he pulls. Flared nostrils. Wide eyes. They fix on the threat of a needle glinting in the lab light.
“Settle down. It’s faster if you don’t fight it.”
“Back off! You can’t-!”
“Welcome home, Cipher Nine. Codeword-”
The mere threat is enough to lock up his muscles, the next breath stuttering in his lungs. “Don’t you-! You can't- Not again! Not again!”
It’ll light up like fire in his veins, if they-
Where is he? Where are they? Where is he? If he wasn’t alone. If he wasn’t-
“STAY AWAY-!”
Pressure. Something - another hand? - trying to hold him down. Again. Again?!
Tyr’s eyes fly open, throat aching around the incoherent rage. Void-shrouded faces and blinding lab lights block out his vision. He claws at the first shape he can settle on - technician? Overseer? Inquisitor? Merely the restraints? “I’m not going back! I’m not-!”
They can't take him. He can't take it. Not again.
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jokerstrider · 2 years
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Your spammy is baby. Just thought you should know. 💜
HE IS! He is a little scrunkly scrimblo a little spoingle maybe a mipy. <3
And he loves all of you soooo much!!
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absentmoon · 11 months
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aawwgghfhnf
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Everytime I see another note on my vigilante tanjiro au its always your fault😒 give it a rest
No kys<3
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ssreeder · 2 years
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HONESTLY I LOVE THE HAIR CUTTING SO MUCH??? LIKE THE MEANING BEHIND IT IS AMAZING. and the fact that zuko LET sokka cut his hair, and the fact that zuko asked sokka if he wanted his hair cut too, AND THE FACT THAT SOKKA HAS NO IDEA HOW MUCH TRUST AND LOVE AND JSHDUEHDUDGD ZUKO SHOWED HIM I CANNOT.
(qnd the fact that hakoda knows...!!!)
but if you make zuko run away i am going to start crying so violently YOUVE NO IDEA DONT YOU EVEN DARE.
also im so sorry if im being pushy but i just wanted to ask -- a little time ago i asked u ab the timeline and i didnt see a response *AND ITS COMPLETELY FINE IF YOU HAVENT ANSWERED ME* i just wanted to make sure its not like you *did* answer me and i just missed it and im being dumb. but if you havent yet im not trying to speed u up!! im just hoping i didnt fail to notice anything
THANK U 💕
Ahhhh awwww I love that you liked the hair cutting part of the chapter so much. It was one of my favorites too :)
(Yeah Hakoda knows but Sokka doesn’t hahaha…)
But ummmm is it mean to tell you the next chapter is titled *cough* Running Away?
:D
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i always read yr url as like worm something like worman wormroy idk, i just realized today theres no worm
uh oh sounds like im going to start adopting a new word into my vocabulary
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klausie · 4 days
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You are COOL love seeing you on my dash I’d interact more but I’m shy with the cool mutuals
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im coool...
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ktsumu · 18 days
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kit this theme is so lovely !!! i love the color and gif is very calming — will be stopping by just to stare :3
SUAAA thank you so much 🥹 and sometimes i'm staring too LOL the gif hypnotized me when i saw it, i love a good running water nature gif
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nitunio · 2 months
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i can see gaku with a dad bod
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kaidabakugou · 6 months
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Hewwo. Hope you're doing well today 💕
hiiii bb!! i’m doing good! today is rainy and cold out so i slept in all day to make up for the lack of sleep over the weekend lol
i hope you’re doing well too!! ilysm! KISS 🩷🖤
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moraygrotto · 1 year
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skautism · 1 year
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oughghgugghhhh THE BALL
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idolpyre · 1 year
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she doesn't cry, for a long time. not until their funeral. but people know she's in mourning. at the loss of her friends, family, her loves. in comes out in spurts until the funeral. disbelief. she'd come home to their dorm, calling out that she was home, and she picked up too many groceries on her way, for only her. enough to feed six. she'd sleep in their shared bed, telling herself they'll be home any minute, that practice is just running late. maybe minjun is keeping them to make sure they're ready for the tour. maybe the maknaes are causing trouble again. and when she wakes up, she thinks she's missed them but she'll see them at work. anger. it comes out whenever their deaths are mentioned. she doesn't remember the outbursts, not until she finds herself physically unable to move, crushed between her manager's arms. arms that are scratched, bleeding, bruised. and she's sorry. she's always sorry, but she can't stop those episodes for a while. she needs to work. she's in her studio, cooped up, writing songs, making beats, writing lyrics, all the time. she doesn't sleep, because sleep brings out the nightmares, the dreams. she doesn't rest until she's in the hospital, hooked up to an iv and her entourage telling her to get a grip before she sends herself into an early grave, before she follows them. she wears his rings, she buys their dorm, she tries to keep as many parts of them with her as she can. until their funerals. until she sees their families. and tears come out of her eyes. youngmi and hyunae are trapped in her arms during the whole funeral. and she finally lets herself accept that they are dead. that this isn't a dream. not a nightmare. no spin is dead. her life. her present, her future. they're gone. and for a long time, she just exists after that. she takes care of their families, makes sure that the twins have what they need. makes sure that they don't go hungry, or alone. she becomes a blanket for everyone, but herself. and she never stops loving them, even when she's the one being lowered into the ground.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀★ MY MUSE HAS DIED. HOW IS YOURS DEALING WITH IT ?
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