⋆˚࿔ lux𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆.˚ all the people are fake, they're made out of metal 𑣲⋆｡˚

[mysilkey81]

Intro:

Hi I'm Lux :3

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My interests include:

Young Royals 💜👑

The Marauders ⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄

Maxley 𑣲⋆｡˚🛹

Heated Rivalry 🏒♡︎

Sonic The Hedgehog 💙❤️🌟

Lego Monkey Kid 𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆｡𖦹°‧

Yellowjackets ⚽️🐝

The Picture of Dorian Gray ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

Hannibal 🫀🦌

The Secret History ‧𓍢ִ໋☕ ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

Mouthwashing 🪐🌌

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DNI: racist, homophobic, yaoi hater, republican, anything else hateful

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Always looking for young royals, Maurauders, sonadow, or lmk fic recs!!

[mysilkey81]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83215061

the first chapter of my young royals fic is up ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ it's a medieval au where Simon is charged with assassinating Erik and Wille is in charge of his torture basically. Uhh enjoy

[mysilkey81]

writing smut while youre upset is so embarrassing like me and phoebe bridgers are both watching Shane Hollander take it up the butt

[basietta]

tomny armstrong knows ball

[mysilkey81]

a young royals fic set in medieval times where Erik is assassinated and Simon is the assassin. as part of his preparation to be king, Wille is in charge of his interrogation.

[aelia-posts]

It's post-jegulus dark mark break up, and Regulus starts transforming into his cat animagus almost nightly to escape the nightmare that is both his dreams and life.

One day he falls asleep in his wander around the halls and wakes up to find himself curled up next to a fire in James's lap. His immediate instinct is to leave. He doesn't deserve the affection. But the warmth warmed his bones in a way he hadn't been able to be since they broke up, and the cat mind had always been more selfish in it's deeds....

So he stays and just soaks in the warmth and affection he knows he doesn't deserve and will never have again, savouring every single moment.

Unkownst to Regulus, James knew it was him.

[solarsdiary]

reminding myself that 7 kudos is 7 different people who have read my story and actually liked it

and idk about you but if 7 people came up to me in real life and said “hey we really liked your writing” i would just cry on the spot

[mysilkey81]

if I wrote an mpreg hollanov fic about Shane dying in labor and Ilya having to navigate being a parent without him would anyone read it or nah 😂✌️

[mysilkey81]

oh nothing just shane saying "this is my nightmare" when his dad finds out about him and ilya when all ilya can dream about in the long game is his mom finding out about him and shane

[fleev]

So... i love them very much

[mysilkey81]

DID YOU TAKE DOWN YOUR HEATED RIVALRY FIC NOOOOOOO

Maybe

[aslongasitsblack]

yuna hollander versus queen kristina in the momaging my gay son competition

[inkling-squibs]

Redson!! My son!!

[mysilkey81]

heated rivalry hurt no comfort :3

ok trigger warnings for suicide like dead dove do not eat like don't read this because A MAIN CHARACTER WILL DIE SO IF YOU DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN DON'T READ THIS okay now that that's settled ahem

Since switching to the Centaurs, Ilya had fallen into an endless cycle of misery. It wasn't only because the team sucked, though that certainly didn't help. No, the root of the issue was that he had given up everything, and yet it still wasn't enough.

He had left his home country, said goodbye to his mother's grave, for nothing more than the promise of seeing the man he loved no more than a few times a month. And Ilya was okay with that--at least, he thought he was. He told himself that he would take any amount of Shane he could have. But it was never enough, and in the absence of his boyfriend, when he had no one else in the world, Ilya felt devastatingly lonely.

One particularly hard night, after a brutal loss to the Bears, Ilya felt worthless. Playing against his old team had reinforced the turmoil of self-loathing that had been brewing for months. He had no friends, he played for a shitty hockey team, and worst of all, he hadn't seen Shane in over two weeks. He felt the familiarity of isolation claw at his throat, and wondered if this was all he would ever be. A washed up, formerly great hockey player pining for a man he could only ever love in secret. His father was right, he never would amount to anything.

Tears clouded his vision as he stared blankly at the man in the mirror. Was that face even his own? Fuck. He banged his fist against the marble counter.

The thought didn't come to him suddenly. No, it was gradual, stemming from the slightest motion of his fingers against his mother's cross. Death had never scared him, not since he found his mother all those years ago. Not since he buried his father. How could he be frightened of something so achingly intimate? If he died, would he see her again? Feel the warm embrace he had longed for for 13 long years?

Next he thought of the pills. He certainly had enough painkillers in his medicine cabinet. A collection of medication collected from various hockey injuries. Normally, he despised pills. Today, he couldn't bring himself to fear them.

Lastly, he thought of Shane. Well, not exactly. Shane had been ever present throughout the process, a gentle thrum underneath his fingers like a heartbeat. He knew that it would hurt Shane. Wouldn't it? How much could you miss someone you hardly ever saw? He pulled one of Shane's sweatshirts on over his head, wishing for nothing more but to be close to him, knowing that he never would be again.

Shane would be able to move on, wouldn't he? Ilya knew this wasn't true, knew that he had never been able to fully recover from Irina's death, but Ilya had always been selfish. He knew this was true, even as he reached for the nearest bottle of painkillers. Even as he swallowed each pill, the scrape against his throat hardly comparable to the suffocating despondency he felt almost daily. And his own selfishness disgusted him, even as he pulled out his phone, shakily opening Shane's contact.

"Shane, you are the best thing in my life," He typed, his fingers shaking as his tears began to flow. The bottle was empty, now. Strangely, this was the closest he had felt to his mother in quite some time.

"I love you. Always. Maybe from the first time I saw you," his fingers trembled violently, but he pressed onwards. This he could give to Shane. His parting words. Something to remember him by. Something to prove he cared.

"I am thinking only about you right now. A million memories. Thank you for those," his breaths came quicker, shorter now. His skin felt tight and clammy, and he fought the urge to throw up.

"Whatever happens, I am with you. Safe in your heart. I believe it," was the last thing Ilya Rozanov ever wrote, the last legacy he would ever leave.

[mysilkey81]

Should I write an unstable smp fic based off of roommates

You should, let tim be your guiding key

[mysilkey81]

Please wear a wig… for me…? ❤️‍🩹

Hiw the block buttons lookin at me

[decladams]

lesbian heated rivalry wouldn’t be in hockey because there are already many out queer women in hockey due to the fact that hockey is viewed as a men’s sport. the whole reason hockey is captivating for mlm is because it is a toxically masculine sport and the idea of having out queer men in that sport is surprising (requiring them to stay closeted/have situationships/etc), whereas it is not nearly as surprising for queer women. therefore, lesbian heated rivalry would actually occur in a setting like ballet, gymnastics, or some other stereotypically feminine sport (that has toxic feminine standards) where queer women are not as visible. in this essay i will