Forgive me for I am delirious from the late hour and copius variants of night time cough and decongestant medicines. That being said:
I'm not saying I'm the best guy out there but I promise that when I go down on you 1 it will be often and 2 I will make the same face and noises that the girl in the menu made while eating that cheeseburger.
That is all
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just got back from that trip and I have food poisoning how fun guys 😭‼️. fics are now being delayed 😮💨.
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In Seperated Strings AU Kris' soul is blue! So the player is red/determination and Kris is blue/patience
Anywa I also just wanted to! Draw Hollow's Angel form again cuz I think it cool!! Yaya!
Lore wise in this au this is after being separated. Again, the Head's whole deal is turning Hollow into the Angel, to bring about darkness and start a new world by destroying the old one!
I dont think Hollow could ever hurt Kris or the others tho. Just cuz their form changes doesn't mean they do on a moral level lmao
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cool activities to do when you’re sick:
lay with cat
stare at your laptop updating for 6 hours
start watching xena warrior princess and immediately cry over it
sleep (spooky dream edition😨)
wake up
sleep some more (weird dream edition)
wake up again
get yourself three (3) different cups of apple juice cause you forgot about the other ones
sleep even more (conked out no dreams completely dead to the world edition)
get better ig
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I bet you at least ONCE Sam asked Eileen "did you hear something" and Eileen just glared at him and goes "Im deaf Sam"
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kerobros it might be over for us
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There should be a story or game or whatever about the unknowable horror of ocd. Theres Something in your head telling you what choices to make and filling your head with traumatic images of what could happen if you didnt do it, with no rhyme or reason as to why you actually should do it. Its suddenly there one day and doesnt leave you and its always tickling the back of your mind. You simply have to carry on while this beast sits inside you, on your shoulder and behind your eyes, and gifts you terror and horror. Its a living thing with no body or soul and no eyes or hands except you become its eyes and hands and you become its body and it forces you to learn and speak its language of clicks and patterns and compulsion. It gives you no love for everything you offer up in return, a god that demands sacrifice for no boon. You cant ignore it or then everything will come true, you have to give in and you cant escape it. It just chooses you. And thats it
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My throat is sore I'm about to throw hands with my body
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