#teehee! <3

[bigidiotenergytm]

atp getting the comment "see you in x days" is a bluesky avengers level threat from you kind sir😭😭

[sherryspy-archive]

𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸 ⠀ ⠀ᴼᶠ ⠀ ⠀𝒶 ⠀ ⠀ₛ̲ᵤ̲ₚ̲ₑ̲ᵣ̲ ⠀ ⠀ꓕNƎ⅁∀ ⠀ ⠀𝕊ℙ𝕐!

#𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈𝚂𝙿𝚈! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ind. ⠀ ⠀sel. ⠀ ⠀priv. ⠀ ⠀original ⠀ ⠀fandomless ⠀ ⠀character, ⠀ ⠀written ⠀ ⠀by ⠀ ⠀bunny ⠀ ⠀ (18, ⠀he/they). ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀very ⠀ ⠀selective, ⠀ ⠀mutuals ⠀ ⠀only.

#𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂!

no nsfw > <

no specific dni, just follow basic etiquette

i’m very selective and mutuals only

this is a temporary thing (unless i decide to never make pages LOL)

#𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴!

SHERRILYNN ‘SHERRY’ FISHER is the heir to the fisher fortune following the demise of her old father, EDWARD FISHER, but that’s not all that awaits her... upon moving into his mansion, sherry discovers the truth of his life, as well of her mother, who died shortly after she was born. edward wasn’t a businessman as he said he was―he was a spy! in an organization called ICEBERG, edward worked as a spy to fight against villains and criminals. sherry’s mother, DARLENE FISHER, was once a spy... though she died on a mission, but just what this mission was is unknown. as per his dying request, sherry takes after her father and rejoins the ICEBERG organization, though learns that he was perhaps the only member after so many years. so now it’s up to sherry to stop the bad guys and criminals... and bring ICEBERG back to its former glory!

[avery-st-m]

March 22nd, before dawn :: the streets of Coronado @nightmourned

She’s not gonna puke. She swears she’s not gonna puke. They tossed her out on her ass for looking like she was gonna puke, and now every rebellious ounce in Avery’s body fights the urge to, even as she picks a dark alleyway to turn down that’s probably been puked in a million times.

It’s the kind of alleyway she feels at home with, a thought that makes Avery laugh blearily to herself as her feet cross over each other in anything resembling a straight line. A young woman who feels most comfortable traversing dark alleyways, wasted, at god-knows-what-hour. She’s a piece of fucking work.

Drunk as she may be, her senses aren’t completely useless; everything that was drilled into the kagehito from a young age came as second nature, regardless of how pickled she currently is. There’s someone else here. Avery’s unsteady steps slow to a stop, and for a moment she simply frowns into the dark.

The face she finally manages to process is like a bucket of cold water to the face. Avery’s hand immediately flies to her hip, where one of her weapons typically is, but tonight, it isn’t.

The traitor. The runaway. Maybe the only one who’s ever made it out. “Hajoon?” she slurs, blinking rapidly. Surely the fuck not. “Fuckin’- Hajoon?”

[mortul]

@woulfven ／ 💙 birthday boy!!

Not a second's wasted as soon as Leon's set foot within the suite, for Christoph's already wrapping his arms around his wide shoulders (the perfect width, honestly.) and dangling his feet off the floor purely because he could. All of that time spent exercising comes in handy, letting him use that acquired upper body strength to pull himself up in order to plant a chaste kiss to the other man's lips.

Securing his hold around Leon, he reeled his head back and offered a sly grin. Maybe, if one were to look close enough... they might've been able to spot a slight twinkle in his eye.

"Now-- why didn't my big guy tell me it was his birthday?" Of course, it's a jest. Christoph knew better. "Ya holdin' out on me or somethin'?"

[boylived]

" — and sirius is saying he won't come back with me to grimmauld place! " some things would never change. they might have left their teenage years behind, but old habits remained like the gnarled bark of an old tree that had gotten used to growing in its particular way. before, these sorts of talks happened on ron's bed in the middle of the night (your legs crisscrossed in dudley's over-large pyjama shirt and the bed-curtains drawn, quiet snickering and ron's lumos-illuminated grins), now — harry sat in ron's desk chair, robe-draped back slumped as his scarred forehead rested atop ron's desk and the scattered pieces of parchment that lay across it. apparently, his forehead was on a specific report that ron needed to hand in, but harry had only grunted when ron asked him to move his big head. " meanwhile, moody — moody won't stop interrogating every ministry employee who so much as wiggles their nose at us. d'you know, i'm starting to think he gets a kick out of seeing people mess up the rule of eight. " which i've heard enough now to know, for some reason.

he gestured vaguely with his hand, arm loose and sleeve bunching down. " i think he's asked half the floor already and it's only been two days. " and a harrowing two days it had been. he couldn't recall being around this many irate people since his fifth year at hogwarts (or, after that one match against ginny and the holyhead harpies — that'd been mad, that). swearing to the desk, which unfortunately did not respond with anything remotely helpful (though you think it jabbed your shin with a drawer), harry finally lifted his head — the parchment stuck to his forehead for a moment before fluttering down onto his lap as he leaned back in ron's creaking chair, breathing out heavily. lifting up the report, green eyes skimmed it blearily through round-rimmed glasses. " no sign of any death eater activity, then? " we'll never completely be rid of them, i think. he tilted his head up thoughtfully towards ron. " a good enough place as any to start, right? shacklebolt told me the aurors hadn't had anything turn up so far, not for a while, even before sirius showed up. " @hurtstobecome

[knghtlock]

inhales. I'M HOME FROM WORK NOW AND I'M MAKING IT YOUR PROBLEM, BESTIES!!!!! tell me how your day was, or else /lh <3 and if you didn't have a good day today? tomorrow WILL be better. it is inevitable! <3

[mixdropd-moved]

OH HI HELLO YOU'RE BIG

i could be bigger, but i’m being nice (☆⌵^//)