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freakshowmemories · 1 month
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@iamcurrentlyeatingmykalimba is this a shitpost? 💁‍♀️🦋
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freakshowmemories · 1 month
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel) Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel) Take a wild fucking guess who decided not to study! Me! Yipeeee!
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freakshowmemories · 1 month
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I haven’t posted in like ages…
And the first thing I do is about eating kalimbas.
What a peculiar development.
Anyways, I am writing fanfics, hopefully I’ll be able to finish my two pizza tower drafts. Then it’s off to posting/writing my hazbin stuff, as well as some of the personal garbage I’ve been brewing up.
But that might have to wait till Wednesday, cause I’ve got a grammar test tomorrow. Which is just awful.
Sorry, kinda started to ramble again. I’ll (hopefully) start posting regularly, so that my 3 or so followers have something to look at. Love you guys btw. <3
Be seeing you!!
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freakshowmemories · 1 month
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Mhhhhh kalimba 🥄
Not my fav character, but I really liked this part
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Really love the show, hope Angel gets a good hug :)
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freakshowmemories · 4 months
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Ayyyyy, so I’m not dead. At least not externally, internally I am suffering and horribly tired.
University’s really exhausting, especially with a major like english/anglistic. I have to read and write soooo much.
Doesn’t mean I stopped with my fanfictions, I have two which are almost done, I’ll try to publish those by the end of the year.
Anyway, I’m wishing you all happy holidays and a good start into the new year. :)
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freakshowmemories · 7 months
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Just finished writing another oneshot. I spent like half of the night writing and still have to do some quality control. Which, in all honesty is a pain in the ass.
Anyway, hopefully I’ll have it published in a few days. Not gonna make any promises though.
Gonna write some stuff for one or two other fandoms, I have to use all of this motivation somehow.
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freakshowmemories · 7 months
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It is done!
I have promised and so I delivered. Have fun! I will now go and peacefully exist for about an hour, then continue writing.
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freakshowmemories · 7 months
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So…
I have mentioned a preview of one of the fanfics I’m currently writing earlier today. Well, here it is.
The story itself is pretty much done, but I’m still fixing a few grammar and overall writing mistakes. Both the Vigilante and Pepperman might be somewhat out of character, cause I’m still getting the hang of writing them, so don’t be surprised if they might seem a little off. Maybe I’ll try to change a few things, idk.
The preview only has Phil in it, but Vigil is mentioned.
One last disclaimer, the characters are human in this story, I will write fanfics with the original versions. I just wanted something simple to get back into this kind of writing.
Anyway, preview time! >:)
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Stuffed Peppers
The lingerie sat tight on Phil’s body, gosh, simply thinking about the fact that he was wearing something this naughty underneath his date outfit exited him. It had taken him ages to find a nice pair that fits, and he had almost given up, but now that he was actually wearing the stuff, it was totally worth it.
Pepperman had to wear something loose over it though, or else it would show. He wasn’t even sure if Vigil and him were even going to go that far. Better not get too exited!
He was ready to go, already had been for an hour or so. Phil supposed that it was a good sign that he was still this nervous before every outing, despite already dating the other man for a year. He should really stop thinking so much, this date wasn’t gonna happen without him. Just one last look into the hallway mirror, a simple check if everything was looking alright.
Blue eyes stared back at him, not unusual considering that it was his eye color. The red hair on top of his head was looking extra fluffy, Phil had tied most of it back with a headband. One didn’t even have to start about his outfit, simple and chic. Everything looked perfect, the only thing bothering him was the slight chubbyness his body had nowadays, but that had been a concern of his for weeks at that point. No reason to further mull about it, he just hoped Vigi wouldn’t notice.
The redhead finally felt ready to leave the house. With a little present for his boyfriend in hand he opened the door to a beautiful autumn day. Hopefully everything would go well.
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freakshowmemories · 7 months
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I’m currently writing some fanfics again. 12 year old me would be squealing in delight right now.
Anyway, check out AO3 in the next few days, I’m still waiting for my account invite. I sure as hell hope that my current overall social media name isn’t taken there.
Might as well post a few previews today/tomorrow idk. We’ll see how confident I’m feeling. :)
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freakshowmemories · 2 years
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Grades
Do you know what can ruin a life,
when you ask a student,
who is stuck in school,
fighting for their future existence?
A bad grade,
in a subject they know they aren’t good at.
But cannot get rid of,
because for some reason it’s still „important“.
Yet they try and try and try,
just to keep on failing,
hoping that next time they’ll succeed,
even when aware that they won’t.
And the more it happens,
the more we believe our own stupidity,
because in society,
a number or letter is more important than the human behind it.
It doesn’t matter what you can do,
if you fail a subject in school,
one you are not allowed to get rid of,
you are dumber than a piece of bread.
-FM
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freakshowmemories · 2 years
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Strength
I am not strong,
can’t speak my mind,
can’t stand up for what I believe in,
I am not strong,
when I start to weep,
when I crumble under pressure,
I am not strong,
but I wish to be,
but there is nothing pushing me,
I am not strong,
maybe someday I’ll be,
maybe I already am.
-FM
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freakshowmemories · 3 years
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Pumpkin spiced evening
Autumn leaves are falling down,
Red, orange, and brown,
And many start to realise,
That it’s time to be alive,
With the taste of pumpkin all around,
Bringing about a familiar sound,
Of children screaming happily,
While roaming with their families,
It’s Hallows‘ Eve,
Where they receive,
Candy of all sizes,
Seen as glorious prizes,
Dressed up like scary monsters,
Such as witches, zombies, mobsters,
Many more are sure to follow,
If their minds are not hollow,
And just like always,
Upon going all ways,
Leaving with the greatest cheer,
Waiting to repeat it next year.
-FM
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freakshowmemories · 3 years
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Deep blue happiness
Tiny waves are crashing down,
On a beach somewhere I don’t know,
From far away they come,
Never knowing where they are from,
And at this time, as I am sitting here,
Watching bigger waves as they appear,
I feel a calm rushing through,
While I reach for that distant blue,
I am happy,
And yes, all this may sound sappy,
But I can guarantee,
That I feel glad, beside the deep blue sea.
-FM
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freakshowmemories · 3 years
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Wishful thinking
When there is dark,
We wish for light,
When it is bright,
We wish for dimness,
When we are lonely,
We wish for friends,
When we have company,
We wish for isolation,
When there is much,
We wish for less,
When there is nothing,
We wish for more,
When others trick us,
We wish for truth,
When honesty is painful,
We wish to be deluded,
When we hurt others,
We wish to be forgiven,
When we are ill,
We wish to heal,
There are a lot of things one could want,
Maybe even too many,
Yet despite being told not to hope,
We will always keep on wishing.
-FM
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freakshowmemories · 3 years
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Minds have their own weather systems. You are in a hurricane. Hurricanes run out of energy eventually. Hold on
-Matt Haig, Reasons to stay alive
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freakshowmemories · 3 years
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Dying to be kind
Those who are kind
Are often left behind
A little forgotten
And always broken
Hiding behind smiles
Lying several miles
Yet never saying anything
Just to keep on carrying
Why one may ask
To do such an awful task
And they may not believe
That the kind do not grieve
At least never for this
For other things are amiss
With a goal so much greater
But destroyed by their creator
Have you heard?
The absurd?
Of people who don't understand?
And in the end still command?
They are the reason
Lead by treason
Who destroy what's kind
Corrupting their own mind
Making us die
Ignoring the painful cry
Of those who were lost
Used as the cost
Now there is no good around
Anywhere to be found
For those who were good-natured
Have never been favored
But still some survived
Others revived
Back from the dead
Moving to the future up ahead
Now I hope I managed to tell you
How to get trough
How to rise
And how to open up their eyes
-FM
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freakshowmemories · 3 years
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Lullaby
Let me hum a melody
To reach this broken heart
Until I grasp it breathlessly
With my sacred art
In pain you whine
While I cry
Wishing we were fine
And hoping not to die
But seeing now
Reality's true grasp
And somehow
Losing strength to gasp
I am scared
No terrified
For my deepest fears are bared
So I quickly try to hide
As if I was prepared
Despite not seeing clear
We run forward everyday
Repeating the cycle year by year
Like some kind of wicked play
So we flee
From what is real
And are filled with glee
Thinking we could heal
But that will only be a dream
Of hopes and tears
Despite the scream
And broken prayers
Now did you hear my lullaby?
This portal to a different world?
Let it be an alibi
Never to be heard
For the truth will never care
Not now, not then
So we shall not use our air
To ask the question when
Let us leave this place behind
Forget what hurt so long
For it's time to stop being blind
And to see that some things are wrong
Let us sing a symphony
To heal these broken hearts
Until we gasp it breathlessly
With this sacred, broken art
-FM
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