Everyone Matching Will: Nails, Rings, And Earring

Virtue and Vice Alice! 💙

she won't miss the party! 👸👸

stellaron hunter concept

Theyd be so funny together.

doodled pksp

“This sanctuary…is but a vision! 🍃”

WHERE THE DANHENG STANS AAAATTTT🎉💚

Palestinian/Sudanese gfm updates p16 + news

I' m currently following different campaings both from Gaza and Sudan. These are their updates. DONATE AND REPOST/ SHARE even 5$ counts. They need to get out

1: Aalaa and her family from Sudan

We reached 7.753 usd! Thanks to everyone who donated/ shared so far. Our next mini goal is 7.900 usd.

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2: Asjad and her family from Sudan

We reached 11k! Thanks to everyone who donated and shared so far. Our next mini goal is 11.300 usd.

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3: Shawkat's father's heath

We reached 11.125. Thanks to everyone who donated/ shared so far. Our next mini goal is 11.150 usd.

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4: Amani and her children from Gaza

We reached ( and surpassed) the final goal.

Thanks you very much if you have donated, shared or prayed for this family. When the Zionists open the Rafah crossing again, Amani and her children will be safe. This is the last update for this gfm, if you want updates follow @amanigaza or/and @amani93gaza

5: Yasmeen and her triplets from Gaza

We reached 8k! Thanks to everyone who shared/ donated so far. Our next mini goal is 8.100 usd.

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6: Help Mahmood and his family evacuate

We reached 15.569 usd. Thanks to everyone who donated/ shared so far. Our next mini goal is 16.000 usd.

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i started mahoyaku

“Would you kill me, my love? If I betray you?” for the prompt thingy if it’s still open ^^ with any character you like ;)

Fyodor’s fingertips hover above the wooden chess piece— pawn. With absolute grace and consideration, amethyst eyes gaze back at you as he leans on the soft chair.

“My, my,” he rasps, head tilting to the side with his knuckles pushing against his cheek. “I have not foreseen such a question in the middle of a chess game.”

You laugh, toying with the chess piece in your delicate hand. For outsiders, the sound certainly resonates like a normal, amused laugh. However, for Fyodor’s ears, it is roses and silk; sultry with a drop of venom on its edge.

“Won’t you humor me, darling?” Your lashes flick gently, lips forming a smile. “Would you kill me if I betray you?”

Would— because you know that he can. Ending another person’s life does not keep him awake at night; it does not poison his conscience or the lack thereof. And yet the question repeats like a broken record, surrounding his head, consuming his thoughts the longer his eyes linger on yours.

Would he kill you?

Betrayal is the apex of imbecility, for both the traitor and the betrayed. Death is the only punishment for such a crime. If you were just another body in the throng, Fyodor wouldn’t even think twice.

However, you are not like many others. Not for the reason that you make everything you touch beautiful. It is the opposite. You cradle Fyodor with the heat of sin and devilry; you touch him with fire in your fingertips, burning all that is pretty to leave him with ashes and ruin. He takes you by the hand, allowing your claws to sink in and swallow him whole, because that’s all he needs, all he wants. To dance with the devil and be destroyed by you.

“Yes. I will kill you,” he finally says. “And then I will kill myself next.”

hc that comte keeps a portrait of sebas long after he’s gone