* // stars fall.

ahri from league of legends ——– * // low activity. *// under con.

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Noot.

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ladyfortunes‌:

There is a choked cry amidst the silence that washed over the two broken souls. Strangled, wrung out of the hothead, as she tastes the bitter metallic blood in her mouth. She is reduced to nothing but a trembling child. Oh, they were all children in the end. Destined to fight something that was ultimately greater than them. DESTINED FOR TRAGEDY. Tragedy befall the guardians; woe betide those who stand against evil for they would lose, and lose, until there was nothing left to lose. Children of the star and guardians of the galaxies. 

Who, oh who would protect them from harm if not for the TREACHEROUS First Star ?  

She could not stain Ahri with her blood. So Sarah swallows that horrible, poison laced blood back into her system stubbornly. Xayah whispers, Neeko cries, and Rakan curses her existence. Cursing and cursing the two of the survivors for leaving them. How long more did she have to endure this awful nightmare ? 

Still, Sarah laughs. Just shy of maniacal. How cruel Ahri was, to hold her tightly and whisper pleas and promises. Yet she held the power to completely crack the gunslinger open ─── vulnerable, hateful, SELFISH. “ I’m not dying. Who said I was? The only time I’ll ever ─── ” She doesn’t finish her sentence because she wasn’t given the chance to. The poison, creeping towards her heart, inching towards her life and readying it’s scythe to cut it. 

To usher her into the next life ? A FOOLISH DREAM ! Although Sarah’s body grows limp, whatever remnants of her energy, the very essence of the star itself fights against her demise. Truly a stubborn soul to the very end. She would not go to hell today, not when she hasn’t brought Zoe with her. 

        Her tears may now be dry but her heart continues to bleed and weep, trembling in fear and aching for the worst that may come. A part of her panics as she felt Sarah’s body weakly press against her own with not a hint of strength to show. And ----- GOD, no ----- her fingernails dig into the star guardian’s uniform, DESPERATELY holding her closer and closer as though it would help at all. And she prays. She prays and prays and PRAYS for Sarah to be alright. Oh how she prays to be in Sarah’s position instead if it meant the gunslinger’s safety. 

        “ You’re not. ” Her voice cracks, DAMN IT ! , and gritting her teeth with a brief pause, Ahri whispers once more, “ you’re not. Of course you’re not dying. Not tonight. Not ever. You’ll be alright. ” 

You’ll be alright. You’ll be alright. She would whisper in an endless loop, a song she prays as she held Sarah close, tears once again gathering in her eyes as she felt the red-head’s strength leave her. You’ll be alright. Ahri pulled Sarah closer. YOU’LL BE ALRIGHT. Gods, please ba alright. Closer, she held her. And closer and closer and finally ----- as their healer comes to their aid ----- tears begin to stream down her cheeks for the second time. Grateful. HOPEFUL, for once.

Everything else comes in a haze after. For a while, she refused to let go of Sarah, Baki and Boki gently tugging her arms to little success until Soraka managed to convince her into freeing Sarah. Ezreal tells her to rest, helping her back to their shared quarters. Syndra watches with this look in her eyes. Quiet. With a hint of worry on her features, perhaps, or is it DISAPPOINTMENT ? Disappointed at her, for having failed as the leader, no doubt.

No. Ahri snaps out of her reverie with Kiko moving to sit on her lap, cuddling into her warmth as the familiar peeped words of reassurance to her. You haven’t failed yet, Ahri. Sarah would be alright. Soraka shall heal her and she would wake up soon.

Please, the vixen whispered, taking Kiko into her arms, unsure of what it is that she is pleading for anymore. But she continues nonetheless, whispering pleas into her familiar’s soft fur as she cried and cried until she no longer could.

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ladyfortunes‌:

Realisation dawns upon her like the rising sun on a dreadful day. The tears streaming down Ahri’s cheeks ─── How long had she been crying for ? ─── and the TERRIFIED look upon the usually prideful leader. It did not suit her. She remembered a time where a smile graced the fox-leader’s features wonderfully. Sarah had allowed her anger to break that visage over and over again. Even her own promises. Her familiars do not dissuade Ahri from approaching their unstable master, but instead chose to keep Sarah’s balance upright. 

The red-head’s jaw tightens at the smallest brush of fingertips upon her uniform. She glances down at her own wounds, the white of her eyes now slowly turning crimson from the internal bleeding. “ Sorry. ” She mutters under her breath. Some form of sanity regained. “ I don’t hate you.” A pathetic sight it was to see the hotheaded gunslinger sway back and forth, even with the support of Boki and Baki. OH, but she couldn’t let that comment slide either. About her being useless and very much a burden. 

It was a sin ! A DISGUSTING sin for her to lean towards the warmth of Ahri, DRAWN IN LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME. There was no malice, nor hatred. No, she concludes that this was all a fever dream. Not when Sarah could hear Xayah’s voice loud and clear, whispering maliciously about how she had left the guardian to die. None of this was real at all. “ No. I didn’t. I can’t let them die, I can’t let Ahri die. ” Comes another nonsensical murmur from the gunslinger, as if she were speaking to someone else. 

Her thoughts felt like it could suffocate her ─── taking a tangible form of a chain that wrapped around her throat like a vice; PUNISHING her for having yelled at her dear friend.

        “ I’m here. ” OH how broken they must have become to still be haunted by the past. And Ahri finally realizes ----- Sarah’s just as afraid as she is of losing someone. She tightens her hold around the other, squeezing her closer in a silent promise that she was not going anywhere. That for as long as the gunslinger lives, she would, too. 

ANOTHER PROMISE. Ahri grits her teeth as her own voice rang in her head, her own doubts returning, HAUNTING her like a phantom in the night. She sees herself when she closes her eyes, face distorted with this mocking smirk on her lips as she’s reminded once more of her broken promises. SINGING her words while dancing like a jester before her queen: I will protect everyone. I shall protect everyone even if it costs me my life. 

But here she was, well and alive. She had broken her promise, and the punishment was the life of three star guardians. Three of her friends. Three of her FAMILY. So who is she to make yet another promise? Who is she to even dare swear under the night sky, under the beautiful stars that gracefully blessed them with powers to PROTECT? The same powers she had failed to use?

The leader took a deep breath in, pushing away all these dark thoughts in a bottle she hopes she could soon toss into the sea and forget. She could feel Sarah’s skin slowly grow cold. Now was not the time to doubt herself while sulking about her failures. 

She whispers for Kiko’s name, begging her sweet familiar to run and search for their healer as she held onto Sarah still ----- afraid of letting go ----- lest the woman falls. Lest her dearest friend disappears like the cruel nightmares would always show her, playing in her mind like a broken record.

        “ I’m here, Sarah. ” She whispers once more, lips brushing against the messy red strands of Sarah’s hair. “ Please hold out until Soraka comes. None of us is dying tonight ----- please... Please promise me this. ”

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SLAMS HAND ON DESK AGAIN AND AGAIN. 

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ladyfortunes‌:

Whispers tell her to scream. To allow her anger and hate to seep through the cracks of her prideful mask. And to rightfully direct ALL OF HER EMOTIONS at the very person who stood by her, and DENOUNCED her worth so easily. She laughs, maddening and broken as she gathers whatever left of her remaining strength to walk up to Ahri. With a sneer ever so present upon her face, she grabs the leader by her shoulders. Squeezing tightly as if she were clinging onto it like her life depended on it. 

Her vision blurs. Though not because of tears welling up in anger. The poison, sweet, bitter poison mixed with anger and POTENT VENOM finally taking it’s effect on her. Sarah’s visage is paler than usual, albeit, that could be easily attributed by her awful temper. She does not care when her nails dig painfully into the perfect, smooth skin of Ahri’s. Threatening to draw blood. Going against the very words she had yelled prior about touching. 

“ No, no. ” Her voice is shaky, laced with weariness and trembling with uncertainty. There is NO CONVICTION behind the usual strong voice she had. “ My wounds are nothing, as you have seen. Soraka can help with that. But they need your help now. No, I’m no good out there. Of course I’m not. ” 

Put it simply, she was losing her god damn mind. She imagines ─── envisions Syndra’s mocking glare, laughing at her for being so AWFULLY weak. Ezreal’s disappointed gaze when he finds out that she didn’t live up to his standards. Soraka’s FALSE SMILE as she tends to the gunslinger’s wound. 

Sarah releases Ahri from the death grip. Only because Boki and Baki had arrived to pry her hands off the poor blonde. She feels terrible. Like she might puke any moment. Perhaps then she could EXPEL all the guilt she felt along with whatever was inside her stomach. 

      It was PATHETIC how small and vulnerable she felt underneath Sarah’s gaze, jumping ----- flinching at the unforgiving grip on her shoulders but even then Ahri only hisses, never once daring to escape Sarah’s hold in fear that the gunslinger would leave her should she do so. And she could almost hear her own voice laugh bitterly at herself. Taunting her for being so frightened of something as trivial as this ( -----but is it truly trivial though? Perhaps not. Because this is Sarah, and now, although it may be too late, now she finally realizes how much she dreads losing her.) 

Any other day and she would have fought back instead. Any other day and she might have scolded Sarah, shoved her off, scolding her.  “ STOP. Please… Stop saying that... ” But now even her voice betrays her. Trembling. A telltale sign of the ache that only swelled and grew within her heart; GUILT AND SADNESS mixing and warping together until she’s left a crying mess, tears painting thin white streaks down her cheeks.

       " Listen... Please listen to me... Let me take you to Soraka, Sarah. The poison... ” At least, even if Sarah were to continue avoiding her after all this, the least she could do was to ensure that she would be alright. 

Carefully, as though afraid that she might be attacked should she act too recklessly, Ahri held her hand out to Sarah. A step closer. A moment to see if Sarah would reject her once more before she brings her arms to the red-head. “ These wounds are not nothing! The poison, we need to rid of it... Sarah, please let me take you to Soraka... I know where she is. Please, hate me if you must I don’t care anymore just----- ” And her voice breaks then, her hands gripping desperately on the fabric of Sarah’s shirt. “ I don’t want to lose you. You’re all I have left. ”

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ladyfortunes‌:

Burden. Burden, burdenbURNDENBURDENBURDEN. Everything else fades away. Sarah does not feel the physical touch of the blonde leader trying to support her FAILING BODY. She ignores the words Ahri utters, not that she was saying anything else. She had already made her point ─── the gunslinger was useless. Oh, so utterly useless and devoid of any real power to help turn the tide. Not that this was an UNCOMMON OCCURRENCE. Wasn’t it the same when they had lost all THREE team members ? That she was broken and weak. And that she could not draw any of her power when they most needed it.

So what was different now ? Now, she had Boki and Baki. She should be stronger than she was many moons ago. So why was she in NEED of Ahri to support her once more ? Who was she to have demanded that Ahri protect them when she herself could not stand upon her own two feet? 

A snarl escapes her lips, almost akin to that of a cornered animal. She rips herself away from the vixen’s hold. “ DON’T TOUCH ME. ” Sarah roars. Anger was much like the venom that plagued her bloodstream. Flowing proud and smoothly through her veins, igniting every part of her body. She would drink and drown herself in the addicting flavour of POISONOUS RAGE in a heartbeat if it meant ridding herself of all this INCESSANT GUILT. 

“ Leave. ” The red-head now mutters. Volume and emotion having left her as she takes a step back. “ Go to them. ” Go away. Don’t come near me. Be anywhere but next to me. 

Disgust fills her heart, clouding her mind with awful thoughts about herself. Yet the true horror was that all her demons that haunted her spoke nothing but the TRUTH. 

NO! Oh, god, no. She did not mean to say that. She did not mean to call Sarah a BURDEN because she is N O T. She never would be. Not after all the support the gunslinger had given her, not after having forgiven her despite failing their team ----- not when they had silently exchanged a promise to each other ----- a promise for them to be by each other’s side. As the survivors of their previous team. In memory of they who succumbed into their cruel, cruel, star-bounded fate. 

        “ S-Sarah ----- ” The leader flinched at the loud voice, tears soon blurring her sight. Afraid. GUILTY for what she said and the outcome it might bring. HOW DARE SHE call Sarah such? She had no right to call anyone a burden when she herself could hardly lead their team into battle and bring them home unscathed. How dare she hurt Sarah’s feelings when it was HER who could not fulfill her promise to protect everyone?  

Neither of them returned the same after the loss of their teammate, and although it should have been Ahri who should have to carry the burden, although it should have been her who should have drowned herself in despair and guilt, it had been Sarah who suffered the most instead. 

        “ Sarah, no... Sarah, please don’t ----- ” How dare she? Her heart sinks all the more as Sarah took a step away from her and she could all but beg. 

And so she does just that, silently BEGGING for Sarah not to leave. For the red-head not to abandon her like all the others in her dreams: Mocking her for her failure. Mocking her for never once having been a better leader. “ Please... Please believe me when I say I did not mean to say that I was just ----- I was just worried and I did not want you to get even more wounded than you already are and I... I should not have called you that. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. ”

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ladyfortunes‌:

Stars were meant to shine, even during their last moments. Yet there was always something so CRUELLY POETIC about stars —- they only shone brightest when they died. Perhaps it was a mercy to grant those a brilliant end for their service. Even so, her old teammate’s deaths were not grandiose or beautiful in anyway. It was horrifying. Star-blessed as they were, their lives were snuffed out like a dying ember, enveloped in putrid darkness that GREEDILY lapped up whatever it could. 

Ever since then, Sarah was never the same. The two, last survivors of a team long broken, were nothing more than two bitter souls. It was never about responsibility anymore. All that was left of the past was just them. Sure, there were days that Ahri and her would’ve gotten into arguments or fights. But loathe she admit, they could never stay far from each other. 

“ This is hardly anything. I can still —- ” The red-head grunts as she pushes herself back onto her feet. She was in no condition to move, that much was certain. Her open wounds stung in retaliation upon any slight movement, further disproving her point. Sarah does her best to ignore the look Ahri shot her. She knows better than to give in to the guilt that crept up on her. 

Before she could take another STUBBORN step, the gunslinger doubles over in pain —- spitting out blood from her mouth, undoubtedly painting the white canvas of her teeth red. 

Perhaps the scorpion-like creature managed to poison her after all.

        NO LONGER WOULD SHE STAND IDLY BY ----- it was a promise she had made while gazing up at the sky, anger burning in her eyes as she held in her hand three broken stars. Stars which once glowed bright, now broken and dull: A horrifying remembrance of her failure. Of her friends no longer there. Their death was not her fault. Their death was not her fault. So many have told her the same and yet still, Ahri could not see those words true.

“ RETREAT. We have this under control, Sarah ! ” She commanded, her gaze upon her teammate cold as she clenched her jaw in a mix of anger and worry. The area was still far from safe, the sounds of their teammates fighting against other void sents filling the silence between them and it only brings goosebumps unto Ahri’s skin. 

She never did like the battlefield. It leaves her nervous, her heart thumping against her chest, and it always, always leaves her OVERTHINKING and she hates it. She hates it because it always brings back the memories of her friends. Of the day she lost them. Of how she had failed them and how her failure resulted in their death.

Panic settles within her heart as she witnesses Sarah fall unto her knees, the blonde leader quick to run to her side, arms wrapping around the gunslinger as support.

“ Why must you always be so stubborn ?! ” The words leave her before she could even think, and she continues before she could even stop herself, her brain aching as she overthinks, overthinks, and overthinks  ----- “ do you not see that staying here would only be a BURDEN to us who are still able to fight ?! ”

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A whine, nuzzling into the crook of Sarah's neck.

Lips curling into a smile, warps her arms tighter around Ahri’s midsection. “ Still needy? ” Comes a whisper from the redhead as she flips their position; with the blonde pinned under her weight. Sarah peppers light kisses up the vixen’s neck, to her jawline and finally her lips. “ Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. ” She promises, hands trailing down Ahri’s body —- -Already familiar with how to satisfy her girlfriend for the morning. 

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“Make me.”

* ⋯; —- - SDGDFB  ( accepting. )

Oh just how vexing Sarah can be. She would always find the chance to tease Ahri. To make her crave. Make her ache until she almost parts her lips to beg. This time she doesn’t. Stubborn. All too prideful. Even when it meant keeping her hips from rolling upwards for the much needed relief. A hiss comes out from her parted lips instead when the gunslinger moves just close enough so they could kiss only to put on that annoying smirk on her lips, whispering, retreating, with only a brush of their lips at most.

Annoying. So, so annoying. She could already feel her frustration burning as she brings a hand up to cup the Sarah’s nape, sharpened fingernails lightly scratching at her skin. So easy to break. To mark. And though Ahri knew Sarah would complain about later, she does exactly just that; bare claws marking the pale skin beneath it, dragging up to the back of Sarah’s head, scratching and teasing at her scalp. Threatening. Tempted to break her skin all the more.

        “ —-Sarah, ” Finally came a clipped whisper, refusing, still, from breaking and from outright begging for more attention even if the way her hips twist in a desperate search for friction seem to tell otherwise. To them, this was a game —- - sort of. A competition. A challenge to see who would give in first. Her, who wishes nothing but to feel Sarah’s fingers on her skin, or Sarah, whose lustful gaze could almost devour her whole.

A click of her tongue. A curse at herself and finally Ahri gives in to her needs, hands resting on Sarah’s shoulders so she could push her down on the bed, switching their places in a mere heartbeat as she crawled atop the gunslinger so she now sat on her lover’s stomach, bottom lip pinched between her teeth, all too eager to greet the woman beneath her with a hungry roll of her hips, panting —- - sighing —- - her itch briefly sated even if just for a moment.

       “ I’ll do it myself, then. ”

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I still hate how married Sarah and Ahri can be in every verse possible. Like. It's just a thing. The moment Sarah comes home Ahri will always just get her dinner or heat something up for her and Sarah will always be whipped for Ahri as much as Ahri is whipped for her and it's so disgusting how they try to keep it low-key around others because that only makes them all the more gay like geez you two I know you're separated by the kitchen counter but I'm sure Syndra can smell the gay from the living room stop smiling at each other secretly already it's disgusting.

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“Are you drunk?”

* ⋯; —- - Me? Drunk? HA!  ( accepting. )

        “ No? ” The sound of offense is evident in her voice as she denies the question, lips already pulled into the tightest frown and her eyebrows furrowed as though Sarah had just committed a crime. And perhaps she has for how dare she accuse Ahri of being drunk? She was not, no. Of course she wasn’t! True the world may be spinning just a bit, but that was only because of the fatigue and the reason why she has had to stare up at the red-head with squinted eyes was only because she wasn’t wearing her eyeglasses! 

So no. No, she wasn’t drunk. She’d only drank what? Two bottles of soju? She could easily go for more. God, please let her drink more. Cheeks puffed, she reaches out for another bottle of the clear beverage, only for her hands to be smacked and immediately, the blonde leader let out a whine. 

Mean. So mean. Why must Sarah always be so mean? “ Just one more! ” There’s a growl, almost, that escapes from her as she practically begs for the bottle, arms wrapping around Sarah’s own. “ I’m not dru—– -nk, let me drink! Please? Yes? Please? ” Ears folded back, she whined yet again, forehead now resting on Sarah’s shoulder; nuzzling as her head continues to spin and ache but oh how she thirsts for the bottle. After all, she wasn’t drunk just yet. One more bottle couldn’t hurt. Just one more.

“ Saraaaaah. One more bottleeee! ”

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Send “Are you drunk?” to start a thread with my muse drunk!

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Suggestive Sentence Starters

Collected from all over the net, other memes, etc. Some are subtle, some are fluffy, some don’t have to be taken sexually, some are so straightforward you could practically jump into a smut scene in a few posts. Enjoy!

“No — no. Just keep your clothes on.” “You are so mean… and I’m okay with that.” “Is that all your mouth is good for?” “I am always looking for meaningful one night stands.” “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.” “I would rather have a cup of tea than sex.” “Ah, ah, not till I give you permission.” “Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” “Where do you think you’re going?” “And how are you going to make it up to me?” “My sexual preference is often.” “What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again.” “Don’t worry, it only seems kinky the first time.” “Does it taste alright?” “You wouldn’t dare!” “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.” “Anticipation makes the hard-on longer.” “You know what material this is? [Grab your shirt] Boyfriend/Girlfriend material.” “Nothing risque, nothing gained.” “I love when you’re rough.” “Is that a challenge?” “Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong.” “I’m not cheap, but I am on special this week.” “Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.” “I’m not gonna stop leaving marks till I’m sure everyone will know your mine.” “Make me.” “What’s in it for me?” “I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.” “I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?” “What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” “Don’t stare. I didn’t want to do this.” “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” “I need one of those hugs that turns into sex.” “Want to come over and watch porn on my flat screen mirror?” “Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.” “Can I put you on my to-do list?” “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” “You can stay but your clothes must go.” “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…” “This is mine. Are we clear?”

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essence-flux-primed replied to your post: divorcing @fortunesfall

GASP

time to choose between mom and dad-

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divorcing @fortunesfall

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inhales .  AAAAAAA thank you so much @soupskkn for this commission!!! MY CROPS HAVE BEEN WATERED & MY PORES R CLEARED. 

[atomicantcami]

what happened to their original team?