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egophiliac · 2 months

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So the final character turns out to be based on Ryugen, but it feels kinda weird how there is also one based on Zangetsu and they aren't brothers

Or what if plot reveals they are brothers and he was actually adopted or stollen

I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S ACTUALLY RYUUGEN?! I made a joke about it when Toten got revealed but I didn't actually expect... (I'm counting it as a win though, which means I guessed three out of sixteen! ...given how wacky some of these got, I'm actually pretty proud of that.)

he seems very sweet though! I hope he and his secret hamsters are very happy together. 🐹

(also:

THIS WAS MY EXACT TRAIN OF THOUGHT TOO! either this is an incredible bit of meta foreshadowing, or an incredible bit of Takahashi trolling, and I -- I honestly don't know which is more likely)

#art #ride kamens #(sorry this is rougher than usual...the art is not cooperating today) (i still have so much i want to draw. sob.)#and so the final boy is revealed...#i appreciate that the grape dragon boy has purple dragonball hair. i accept this as meta commentary.#(also given how gung-ho 'thank you niisan :) i love you niisan :)' he is i am leaning towards a very dramatic mid-story twist) (moohaha >:)#i am liking the cast overall! some odd pulls but all good ones imo #i knew fourze wasn't gonna happen but i had kind of hoped for one or both of the hoppers...#ah well. if it does well they might start adding more characters #and my very specific dreams of anime riders with beautiful flowing locks of hair may continue to be realized #now we wait for launch i guess!#maybe we'll get another pv or something to tide us over in the meantime?#i'm interested in what the gameplay will actually be like #i hope we get to decorate our cafes! i want to have the cutest secret superhero base in all the land

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cbmagus49 · 1 year

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AAAAA JUST BARELY SQUEEZING IN AT THE LAST SECOND HERE BUT

HERE’S MY FORDUARY STUFF Y’ALL ALL IN ONE GO LET’S GO WOOO

WEEK 1: FAMILY

WEEK 2: ANOMALIES

WEEK 3: INSOMNIA

WEEK 4: SWITCHING IDENTITIES

Whooo, that was a lot! I only got properly started on these like a week ago; I’ve been back at school for the first time in like 3 years which is really eating up my executive function, and with all the crap that happened in Jan/Feb on top of that I wasn’t even sure I was gonna do Forduary at all ^^’ Not half bad for a very very very last minute mad rush to get something out before the late entry cutoff deadline :D

(I am so tired T^T)

I had a lot of trouble figuring out what to do for the prompts this time around, and eventually ended up making two sketches for each prompt! ...buuuut I absolutely did not have time to do all of them with how late I left it so I just picked my favourite for each week to polish up. I’m probably not gonna finish the others, but I liked how the rough blocking was turning out and I thought the progression of all of them together looked pretty cool, so since I didn’t wanna just not post them I’ve put all the thumbnail sketches under the cut so you can see ‘em ^^

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dreamishsara · 1 year

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I need to ramble about how heartbreaking Joel's death was from Grian's pov

Joel's despair up until this point trying to get kills, any kills, any little bit more time he could grasp. Grian yelling at Joel to kill him and give him time, only for Joel to lose another hour right after getting two kills.

Grian keeps following Joel, one who has five hours sacrificing himself to one who has five minutes. Joel absolutely panicking losing it having no idea what to do. He needed to kill someone he needed more time. Grian was offering him time but he couldn't take more from him.

Grian follows Joel as he desperately drops Tnt on other players heads and it's not working. He turns to his ally one last time in fear "Grian this is not gonna work-"

The pause

The silence after the chaos as the realization of what just happened sinks in. Grian processing that his friend's last words were calling out for him. He knew Joel was gonna die, he was just waiting for it. But when push comes to shove, nothing prepares you to hear your friends last words.

And as they caved in Grian could do nothing but close himself off, and follow the plan he had created in his mind when he wasn't mourning.

im very normal about minecraft roleplay

#i'm not a big writter but when you get me started on block men i do anything to talk about them #IN MY BRAIN ITS SO DRAMATIC BUT I CAN NEVER QUITE PUT IT INTO WORDS SO I USUALLY DRAW IT #BUT THIS SCENE #grian #lismp #lilsmp #24smp #limited life #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #trafficblr #mcytblr #sara talks

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dmmdconfessions · 17 days

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[Image text: I don't remember how it started, but when I played DMMd with my friends back in 2014 we came up with the idea that all the gliding around Ryuuhou does is bc he's always wearing rollerskates. To this day, I can't see him without thinking about him asking random strangers for a lil push sometimes]

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drysaladandketchup · 3 months

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22 Mattdrai please

Thank you anon! I hope you enjoy :)

22. things you said after it was over

Last year, it was Matthew's precious Flames that got punted out of the playoffs. To add insult to injury, it was at the hands of the Oilers. Which is why, that same night, he sent Leon a slew of drunken texts from some dingy downtown bar because he was not in the mood to even look at Leon, let alone go home with him.

Those texts included one declaring they were breaking up, which Leon didn't take to heart because not even five minutes later he got another message assuring him that no they were not actually breaking up Matthew was just going to hate him for the next 48 hours. That, Leon could handle.

Hell, he'd probably have gone for 72 hours. Minimum. And he had to rest his ankle anyways, if he wanted any chance of seeing ice-time the next game. He'd be there when Matthew was ready.

This year, it's the Oilers who go out first.

Leon just barely keeps it together through the post-game media frenzy. He doesn't want to look at the cameras, barely keeps the shudder from his voice, which is little more than a whimper because he just can’t breathe. Hunkered down with his hood up because it feels safe, the only barrier between him and a world that just crushed his dream. Again.

It's not like he can be mad at Matthew, because he fucked off to Florida, a whole other division, so Leon has no excuse for not answering any of his texts, or the six separate times Matthew tried to call after Vegas knocked Edmonton on it's ass.

Only once Leon's back home for the night, drained and exhausted and dazed, refusing to go out with Connor and the guys because he really, really doesn't want to exist right now, does he look at his phone.

Cuddling Bowie in his arms, he sits on the couch and scrolls through the avalanche of texts from Matthew. The last one catches him off guard, and he stares at it, reading it over and over.

come down and see me. please.

And... yeah. Through the doom and gloom of another lost season, he misses Matthew. Matthew, who's season isn't done. Matthew, who doesn't need Leon, but wants him. Wants him to be there.

So Leon books a flight to Florida, and starts packing.

The next day he goes in early for clear-out, says his goodbyes, and drives right to the airport. After an almost nine hour flight--including a layover in Denver that's great for his legs but not his morale--he lands in Fort Lauderdale just as the sun hits the horizon.

Matthew's waiting for him at Arrivals, dressed in board shorts and sandals and button-down shirt, sunglasses and that damn bucket hat. He smiles when he sees Leon, waves, and the simplicity of it chips away at the heavy stone sitting on Leon's chest. He always breathes better when he's with Matthew.

"What, not even a sign?" Leon calls out once he's in earshot. "I thought you were excited to see me?"

Matthew slaps the brim of Leon's hat down over his eyes. "Next time I'll bring confetti canons and air horns."

And fuck, just hearing Matthew's voice again without a phone between them lifts a weight off Leon's shoulders. It almost makes the defeat worth it.

His hands are too empty suddenly. He wants to hold Matthew's, wrap him up in his arms, touch him anywhere and everywhere, inside and out. Replenish old memories, make new ones. Never let go again.

Matthew gets the jump on him once they're in his car, dragging Leon over the center console by his shirt and into a sloppy kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, scratchy beard and plush lips, and as always, it's perfect. This too, aches like a phantom pain when they're on opposite ends of the continent. Phone sex and a bit of imagination with his own hand can't totally replace the sex, but it definitely can't replace the sweetness of a kiss.

When he pulls back, Matthew looks like he's going to immediately drop the one thing Leon really doesn't want to hear--the dreaded I'm sorry about what happened--so he jumps first.

"I missed you."

If Matthew knows he's purposely being cut off, he doesn't show it. He bumps their foreheads together and closes his eyes, like he's just soaking Leon in.

"Missed you too."

As the dusk fades to night, they drive, and drive, and drive. Not to Matthew's house, that's immediately obvious, but Leon doesn't ask where they're going. He slumps in the passenger's seat, leg tucked up against the dashboard, and goes between watching palm trees and glistening waterfront, to watching Matthew.

He tries not to think about hockey, but it was a long and restless flight, and Matthew's got a stupid little air freshener shaped like skates, and the playoffs aren't actually over, so of course the first thing Leon says to break the silence is, "When's your next game?"

Matthew taps his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music playing on the radio. "Thursday. Against Carolina. We're flying out the day after tomorrow."

"Hmm. So what are we doing with all that time?"

"Fucking, hopefully." Matthew glances sidelong at him, tongue poking between his teeth. "At least for part of it. I still have practice, and you need to relax."

"What am I doing while you're gone?"

"Waiting for me to come back? You can stay at my place. Come to the games when we're at home. My family's going to drop in too, so, you know, be prepared for that."

Won't be Leon's first tangle with the Tkachuks. Pretty sure he's an honorary member of the family at this point, even if he still struggles to keep up with the energy they bring to a room. Not that he minds.

The rest of the drive is quiet enough that Leon dozes off. When he wakes up, groggy with jet lag, it's dark aside from the street lights, and Matthew is pulling into a parking lot up from a small, deserted beach. Leon doesn't know which one; there's so many here. He follows Matthew out of the car and down the promenade, down the stone steps to the sand, where grains slip between his toes and the sound of the waves soothes the storm in his own head.

Which is exactly why Matthew brought him here; somewhere secluded, somewhere that can't hurt him. Because Leon loves the ocean, and Matthew loves him.

He follows Matthew along the beach, going nowhere in particular. Matthew walks purposefully nonetheless, head high and shoulders back, warm breeze tugging at his clothes and ruffling his curls. Something Leon loves to do too, and can't wait to do again.

This place looks good on Matthew. If only it weren't so far away.

"I'm glad you came," Matthew says over his shoulder, slowing until Leon catches up. "I wasn't sure you would."

Why not? The year-round heat and the beaches and the seemingly endless bars are a nice change of pace. But more importantly, this is where Matthew is. Of course he was going to come.

"Beats sitting around re-watching the second round wondering what we could have done differently," Leon says instead, because it's true, and because he doesn't need to tell Matthew what he already knows.

"Hey, that's not a bad thing. But it's not what you need right now." Matthew swallows, takes an uneven breath like he's the one getting choked up. "I saw your interview yesterday. After the game. Leon, you know I didn't call you down here for me, right? Don't get me wrong, I'd fucking love for you to be here watching us play, but the way you sounded... I was worried you'd end up sitting around your house all alone and depressed."

"I'm not depressed. And I wasn't going to. I was planning on going back home."

"Great, so you can mope around in Germany instead."

"I wouldn't have been alone."

"Much as I love Bowie, he doesn't count, babe."

Leon stops walking, staring at the sand until Matthew stops too, turning back and right into Leon's space to block the wind, which has taken on a chill.

"Leon--"

"Our season's over, Matthew," he mutters. "I really thought we could... I didn't want it to end here."

Matthew sighs, but his eyes are sympathetic. "Yeah. I know. But you're not done. There's always next year. And a bunch more after that."

The same platitudes, every time. It's empty words. Leon knows it. Matthew knows it. But what else is there to say? You fall, you get back up, you try again. Rinse and repeat. That's what this league is.

In any other circumstance, Matthew would probably make some crack about the Oilers and how assuming you guys can actually get your shit together, you may have a chance, but it's, you know, fucking Edmonton, so...

But he's being kind for Leon's sake. Because Matthew's forked tongue turns to silk when he's off the ice. He's so gentle at times like this, handling Leon with kid gloves like he thinks he'll shatter if he so much as breathes too hard.

"I'm just getting tired of it always being 'next year'," Leon admits easily, because it is easy with Matthew. "Every time we come close, we get knocked down. It feels like shit. I'm fucking tired of it."

Every time he climbs the ladder, he tastes victory. The higher the wrung, the sweeter it is. And every time he falls, there's a tiny part of him that worries he'll never get his feet off the ground again.

"Hey." Matthew cups his cheek, forcing Leon to look him in the eye, into pale blues that dance and shine even in the dark. "You're not giving up on me, are you?"

The question catches him so off guard Leon jerks like he's been struck.

"What? No. Fuck no. The hell kind of question is that?"

Quitting has never even crossed his mind. He didn't come into this league thinking it would be easy. He's worked his ass off to get where he is, and sure he's got his own liabilities to work through, but he'll keep going until something gives out.

"Good. Just making sure." Matthew looks so damn smug, but Leon's learned to find that endearing too. "Only place left to go is up, right?"

Right. Leon said something like that to Matthew, once. You win or you lose. Only two options. If you lose, then all you can do next time is win. If you win, you keep winning until you make it to the top. Anger into action, failure into fortune.

Matthew's hand slips down Leon's forearm, searching for his hand, but stops when Leon flinches, and brushes a callused thumb back and forth over the bruise there.

"This from Pietrangelo?"

Leon huffs. "Maniac, yeah. It's fine. It wasn't as bad as it looked."

"Want me to rough him up a little if I see him down the line? My treat. Actually, it'd be my pleasure."

There's that blinding confidence. The Matthew that's going to ensure they blow right past Carolina, through Dallas or Vegas, and raise the Cup. Who's dumb enough to argue with him?

"If you want." Leon's almost too tired to smile, but he tries anyways.

And Matthew softens too, cheeks pinked and teeth showing between his parted lips. It's hard to think back to a time when he would never look at Leon like this; like he's so fucking in love with him it's physically impossible to hide it. Leon can only imagine how he looks to Matthew.

"I'll make you another deal while we're at it," Matthew says.

"A deal or a promise?" Leon knows what's coming, because he knows Matthew. His heart still jumps up into his throat.

"I'll win the Cup for you."

They've learned to say I love you in a million different ways. Somehow, they keep finding new ones.

It's so stupid. Matthew's not arrogant. But then again, he seems to be playing a game no one else is, in a way no one else can. He oozes confidence and bleeds charisma, possesses the kind of karma that can change destinies.

If anyone could actually say it, and do it, it's Matthew. Damn if Leon doesn't believe it, too.

So all he has to do is smile, nod, and say, "Okay."

"Just to be clear," Matthew says, "I'm not doing it for the Oilers. I'm doing it for you. And for me and the Cats, obviously. Maybe... maybe a little more for me and the Cats. No offence, babe."

Leon snorts. "It's fine. It's yours. You earned it."

"So have you." Damn right he has. "Shit just sucks sometimes."

Leon scoffs and rolls his eyes to whatever unseeing deity keeps fucking him over. But he's done wallowing. He's got something so much better standing right in front of him.

"You said this was a deal." Leon tugs him closer, one hand cupping the back of Matthew's head, pressing the words against his mouth. "So what do you want from me?"

Matthew smiles under his lips. "I just want you to be there to see it."

#hockey #mattdrai #matthew tkachuk #leon draisaitl #my writing #asks #of course the tragedy of the panthers losing the finals to vegas and matthew's injury looms over this one. I do so love dramatic irony #at least leon is there now so he and brady can both help matthew when he's hurt #matthew is upset they didn’t win and he couldn't keep his promise to leon but leon is like 'your bones are broken please calm down'#i'm actually usually pretty indifferent to petnames but I am so enamoured with matthew calling leon 'babe' I can just hear it #sometimes I don't think I can write romance because I'm very aromantic but then I write shit like this #and suddenly I'm like well damn I guess love is real #once again thinking I should be sued for defamation because I'm pretty sure 'min fic' does not mean 2k but oh well

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ivan-fyodorovich-k · 4 months

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I would really like it if the hive mind could move away from the idea that the exception disproves the rule every time

there's such a thing as statistical distribution, the species is made up of unique individuals that nevertheless aggregate into identifiable trends, you can have something be true of most or virtually all people and nevertheless find exceptions. This runs the gamut from effective medical treatments, to the kinds of media people like, to gender roles and expressions, all kinds of things

This Procrustean effort to force everyone to conform to the standard and/or the delusion that the standard is just an axiomatic lie that can be tossed out on a whim are both ridiculous, you can have rules of thumb and broad heuristics that allow for all kinds of exceptions without being falsehoods

#I don't know why it's so hard to hold simultaneously that 1. boys and girls might have identifiable aggregate characteristics #and 2. there can be dramatic variation and exception #and also #the idea that a person is 'differently abled'#no man #I'm sorry #I'm not going to pretend there's no such thing as 'normal'#otherwise what is even illness #oh this person's kidneys work differently #you mean they've shut down?#my brain just works differently #my love if you're incapable of interacting with human beings that's a problem that's not just a harmless variation #some people have two arms and some people have one or none #yes maybe #but it's not unreasonable to expect to find the pair #it's not like it's a 33/33/33 split among one two and no arms #usually if a person doesn't have two arms something happened #I digress #AND I FAIL TO SEE how acknowledging that being able to walk is normal and healthy is incompatible with disability accommodations #put that ramp on the building #I just resent the pressure to lie #or to pretend I don't see what I see

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dcmksecretsanta · 7 months

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Hello everyone!

I just wanted to give you a little update and let you know that, unfortunately, I won't have the time to host the DCMK secret santa event this year. Earlier this year, I've started working full time (+ still working my two mini jobs) and therefore, I just won't have the necessary time to host this event anymore. From my experience during the last six years of hosting this event, I just know how much time I usually need to put into this event to make it work as I want it to work and I know that this won't be possible this year with my current jobs.

I want to thank you all so so much for joining the event the last couple of year and for being such a great community to work with. I really had the best time hosting this event all these years and it does make me really sad that I won't have the capabilites to do it anymore.

If anyone wants to host another DCMK secret santa event on tumblr this year, feel free to do so (not that you were ever not free to do so lol just wanted to clarify it in case that anyone was apprehensive about it)! Feel free to let me know as well and I would love to signal boost (and join) it!

I'm wishing you all the best and once again, thank you all so much for the last couple of years!

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becca-e-barnes · 1 year

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Another dbf!bucky thought that's been bouncing around in my head recently is the thought of calling him "daddy" and him playing into how wrong it is because WOW

I've been loving the idea of him teasing you for wanting an older man. Maybe it's even just a little bit of fun back and forth about how you really should find a nice boy your own age and it's wrong for you to be chasing after a man who's almost 50 while you're in your 20s.

It's just a bit of a joke between the two of you, one that you affectionately smack his arm for every now and again and that usually starts a play fight that ends with you on top of him and his lips on yours.

I like to think that he'd bring it up during sex, thinking it'll make you laugh but it doesn't really have the effect on you that he'd expected.

Because imagine a really intimate missionary that's so slow and touchy but still really lighthearted. It's not awfully intense but it brings you both a little comfort knowing you can take your time and enjoy the build up.

"How's that feel, sweetheart? Is that nice?" He's got a playful smirk on his lips as he drags his length from the warmth of your body ever so slowly before pressing it back in equally slowly.

"Yep, that's exactly what I want, thanks." You sound so sarcastic, it makes him chuckle. There's no need to rush and absolutely no need to make it any more serious than it should be. "It's fine, I get it. Your joints aren't what they used to be. It's easier to hurt yourself now you're older."

The smirk on his lips falters ever so slightly, in fact, you probably would've missed it if you hadn't been so focused on him.

"Is that right? Cause I'd love to see if any of the boys your own age could make you cum the way I can." He's not wrong but his thrusts are just a little sharper now. He has a point to prove now and you're happy to let him do that.

He knows how to work your body. He's had plenty of practice, after all. You know exactly what's coming when he slides the pillow under your hips and you couldn't be more thrilled.

"That's it, good girl." The slight change in angle is a blessing for you and he knows it. In fact, he plays into it completely, giving you shallow thrusts, ensuring his tip is rubbing right against the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"Oh my God, daddy, please." You're so over-pleasured, you're hardly even thinking. You only really snap back to the present when he stills inside you and you race to apologise, thinking you killed the moment.

"Really, sweetheart? 'Daddy'?" He teases before he latches his mouth onto your neck, sucking harshly. His stubble burns slightly but you can't find it in yourself to care when his movements start again.

"You know how wrong that is?" He can only groan when you nod because of course you know it's wrong. So much of this is and he knows it too. But at the same time, nothing feels like he does. He treats you well, his presence is comforting and the sex is incredible so how could it really be wrong?

"You're gonna cum for daddy, aren't you? You're so fucking close and I've hardly even touched you. Good girl, that's it." You bite down on his shoulder, sobbing at the overwhelming pleasure, knowing this has the potential to be a very long evening.

#becca's thots #becca writes spice #dbf!bucky #dad's best friend!bucky #I have no idea what to do with my hair #kind of done with the pink and purple #but I don't really want any other colour #I've been postponing getting it done because I have no idea what I want #Do I go like a warm brown again but cut it shorter?#I want another dramatic change #but I don't want another bright colour #but idk that cutting it shoulder length is dramatic enough to scratch the itch #or perhaps #I could do with worrying less #which is the conclusion I came to last night #before I went to bed and slept for 12 hours #I'm genuinely asking for suggestions rn bc I need to do something with it #the pink is really washed out and idk if I want another round of it #I'm usually really decisive when it comes to my hair but apparently I'm not at the minute

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coquelicoq · 3 months

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have been feeling really weird and am trying to figure out what's wrong with me and i almost just texted my friend "i feel like i might be sick but i don't have any symptoms. except for the symptoms." so hm. that's not working lol.

#i feel like i need to sleep for approximately 127 years even though i'm not dramatically sleep deprived or anything #i just need to sleep eternally and then maybe i'll feel fine #i have been having so many dreams and waking up so tired but not at all sleepy and then being soooo out of it all day long #but i don't have any like. cold or flu symptoms which i feel like is usually the culprit in this scenario?

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mythvoiced · 14 days

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hiatus 🥺

saw Ferre's post from a few days ago and felt WELP might as well make it official on my end as well~ no worries or concerns, i am merely either working or completely devoid of any creative juices, truly, i stare at my fingers and dramatic music starts playing as i wonder where my writing has gone

i plan on cleaning up around mythvoiced while i take an official break from invading y'all's notifications, and that will probably entail a drastic cut on muses. DRASTIC! my deepest apologies to the people who i might impact like this (yknow, our lil threads 🥺) but i just think it's?? better to put those folks on ice that i can't wring anything out of anymore, those damn idiots DAMN IT gosh i haven't posted anything in here in what feels like ages i have lost TOUCH with the VIBES

but yes, thank you for your patience & pls have a lovely timezone TELL ME IF SOMEONE'S MEAN, I'LL FIGHT

#;ooc #;psa #i haven't??? have i been mia for that long??? I FEEL?? SO AWKWARD PLS HELP WHAT--#sitting here forgetting to log in wondering where my gnawing at these muses has disappeared to DAMN IT DAMN IT #i'll keep most of the usual suspects such as hyun & wenzhe ofc bc they got LOVELY SEXY THINGS GOING ON #anyone i'm using to shake nassy with ofc can't let that go #but i seriously need to change something about my muse pages as well I KNOW I KNOW i barely even filled them out BUT #i just???!!!!! DON'T LIKE WRITING MUSE PAGES/BIOS phew there it is cat's out the bag pls help KLDFJHG #anyways yesh hehehe~ once i actually sit down to get rid of muses we'll all collectively realize the number isn't going down much #ALAS it's the /feeling/ that counts yknow? yknow~#ALSO FERRE IF YOU'RE READING THIS PLS TAKE YOUR TIME & TAKE IT EASY CARE YOU LOTS 🥺#writing this after reading nassy's akina at karube i am collapsing on a bar counter as we speak feeling dramatic and insane over nassy--

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