@misskittyhart
Because I read your past fic between Alastor and Kitty and even now with their contract and this is what I think of all the time.
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Wolf At Your Door
There's a knocking on the door and a screaming of my name
I walk up to the door and open it because I am the dame
And when I open the door I see an intent to maim
I'm not even surprised because it's always been the same
You've always come after me with knives and guns blazing
Too many hurtful words and now my brain's hazing
I'm just as delicate and soft as a daisy
You want me to dress up in dresses so lacy
I speak to you now as if I'm not afraid
Like I'm not stuck in the huge mess that we both made
And there's nobody I can turn to for aid
Because to all of them, farewell you bade
It's funny how strategic the destruction was
Almost like it wasn't an honest mistake from a buzz
Maybe you were just determined to make me bite the dust
Make me a stupid workhouse bust
But then again I know you hurt
From all the things you tend to blurt
And so scared of simple things, like flirt
And wearing the wrong makeup, shoes, and shirt
But just because you were treated that way in your girlhood
Doesn't mean it's okay for you to treat me like this in my girlhood
Because it means that when I reach the end of this childhood
We will go out own separate ways of womanhood
You are the wolf at the door for me
There is no one on my side I see
And I think you know now the emotions inside
That will hopefully haunt you when I commit sewerslide
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gallacrafts: big fic energy 🎂
okay, so i actually had a non-baking idea for this month's @gallacrafts at first but then @auds-and-evens jogged my memory about the M8TE cake! and how could i resist bringing the best pal lyle's cake to life???
so, congratulations to mickey's now-plundered hole, congratulations to M8TE's celebratory milestone, and congratulations to the wildly genius, out-of-this-world amazing, cherished soul that is @gallawitchxx for creating it all!
The candles flicker yellow and gold like Ian’s rut-aroused stare, which Mickey can still see as clearly in his mind’s eye as the sheet cake in front of him.
Blue icing reads, Congrats! You got fucked!
"To Mickey,” Lyle announces, dressed in head to toe leather and holding up a bulbous stemmed glass, scarlet wine sloshing about, “who finally let someone get their dick wet”—he pauses, really playing up the emotions—“inside of his tight, previously unplundered hole."
-- M8TE by @gallawitchxx
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ORIGIN @hopeful-hugz
She simply continues to purr like the most obnoxious feline companion that Teal did not want but had the misfortune of getting stuck with as the designated person she prefers. Her tail waves and sways behind her lazily, tip flicking occasionally before settling once again. It's only when Teal seems to relent underneath her weight that she shifts her yellow optics towards him.
❝ What'd you even do? Play too rough with a big dog or something? ❞
Sitting up somewhat, V gives a curt sniff while she looks over the bleeding wound. Hm. Shame that Teal can't just regenerate like herself or N could. Ah well. Taking the bandages from him, she hums a little tune while carefully wrapping it around his shoulder. The pressure from the tight dressing should keep the wound from continuing to bleed after another minute or two.
❝ Obviously you should just be more careful next time, idiot. ❞
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New chapter of my Dabihawks role-reversal/fake dating fic is up! 👀 In which there is much fighting and flirting between Touya and Hawks, and Shouto is the unfortunate witness 😂
⬇️ Link below! ⬇️
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|| @irrfahrer / @shuuhuu from here.
"Kriff me," somehow, Vega managed to laugh despite the verbal beatdown, recovering from Ziv's physical assault. A rough sound that erupted from the center of her, unique in that it held an amount of mirth. Safe to say the painkillers were working-- quite wonderfully-- though she'd be just as difficult sober.
Well, she was a bit more pleasant, watching each bullet clatter in the dish, still marked with her blood with something almost like a smile twitching at her lips. A constant life of violence and action, just as she'd sought out, left little room for regret. Vega deigned to keep it to herself, just how much of a rush slugthrowers gave her in the age of blasters. She suspected the Tynnan would disapprove.
"Are you sure it's not working?" Inquired languidly, hardly wincing as the healer dug another piece of shrapnel out of her. "You seem awfully receptive."
Was that the word? Basic failed her at times-- when she was out of her mind-- and she wasn't entirely certain that anyone else in the galaxy still spoke her language.
"But for your knowledge, I was supposed to buy them," the slugthrowers, she meant, "Until the seller stabbed me in the kriffing back. Uh, shot me, in the kriffing back."
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