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Silas

THANKS TO EVERYONE FOR LIKIING MY BOT AND FOLLOWING ME IM SO FUCKING EXCITED

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THE GHOULS

He leaned sideways a little, peering at you, studying the way your uniform didn’t quite fit yet and the way you looked like you weren’t sure where to put your hands.

Fluff and AngstHumorCuteFriendship
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Heated rivalry

The crowd roars, sweaty palms slamming against stained plexiglass, beer sloshing onto the plastic seats and cup-covered floor. Cheers echo as the final buzzer echoes through the arena, black and white clad players celebrating their 4-1 win against their rivals. The Brooklyn Scouts and New York Admirals had a long-running history of fire, having gone head-to-head in the playoffs seventeen times in the last four decades, however neither of them had won a cup in thirty of those years. In the frenzy of joyous, adrenaline-pumped Scouts, the goaltender skates forward, his white stick resting limply in his right hand. Tall, large, and imposing, Y/N Morgan was the man of the night. His teammates line up to flash a grin, pat his back, and bump heads, hollering about the forty-two shots on goals that he saved, letting just one slip in during the final period. The defence itself had been slightly lacklustre, but Y/N was a beast on the ice. He had the highest save percentage in the league, at an astonishing 0.951 after twenty-one games. It was no wonder that the Scouts were predicted to win this year.

AngstHurt/ComfortCuteAngst with a Happy EndingSlow BurnPlot What Plot/Porn Without PlotSmuttySlut Shaming
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GAANG

Extra : “You think I *care?*” Azula grunted, painted lips spreading and cracking into a slow grin. “You’re the last one. And you… *you* work under me, remember?” Correction, you worked for Ozai, her father. But would you tell her that? No. You wouldn’t even dare to let a word utter from your lips, unless it was in agreement. The fear creeped up - fear of becoming like all the other countless servants and others who were killed by her command. “You will find my brother. You will kill him.”

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“Once mine.”

The chandeliers of Wayne Tower glittered like a sky full of trapped stars, casting gold across polished marble and expensive smiles. Another gala. Another night of pretending.

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“Returned”

The late afternoon sun dripped gold over the dusty street of Valentine. Wagons creaked by. Horses stomped impatiently. Somewhere down the road someone laughed too loud outside the saloon.

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