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draqonsblues · 1 month

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queen of tears needs to drop all the eps rn im so tempted to watch

#i have a lot of shows i want to watch ok #i recently got my free time back #queen of tears #also i heard there's angst #and im a sucker for angst so

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cozyforjate · 9 months

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I loved the crossover! It was fun as expected and also had some really emotional moments that I did not expect.

Warning: Spoilers ahead... Mostly about Spock&Chapel!

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Boimler, baby I love you but how dare you?

Boimler and Chapel scene was hard to watch for me. Jess Bush once again killed it! Christine says she never assumed that she would get to influence Spock forever and she didn't want it anyway. But the truth is, she wanted everything with Spock. She was just too afraid to admit it. Aww my poor baby!😭

Btw- the theme that played in this scene is the same from 2x05 where Christine injected the serum into Spock and later Spock confessed his feelings to Chapel. So it seems that we have not 1 but 2 Spapel themes!🧡

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Spock later tells Boimler that "Nurse Chapel" told him about their exchange... I'm happy that Christine told Spock. She didn't get into detail but she didn't keep it a secret. I'm glad she's honest and communicating with Spock!

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"But you did say something to Christine that upset her."

What Spock really wanted to say: Why did you upset my girlfriend?

Gotta love boyfriend Spock!

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Spock saying he's not gonna change his path bcoz any change based on what Boimler said would impact the future is logical. It makes sense. BUT it’s also what Spock wants to do. Logic works in his favor coz Spock doesn’t want to give up on Christine anyway! He is not gonna end things with her and suppress his feelings for her just bcoz he was supposed to be more Vulcan in the future and the books don’t mention Chapel.

And just bcoz the books don't write about Spock&Chapel, doesn't mean it didn't happen. It's happening right now. Maybe Boimler will write about them one day!

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Look, Spapel might be doomed, but it's still a beautiful and tragic love story. Every episode of SNW is creating history and adding extra layers to TOS and beyond. For example, I recommend all Spapel fans to rewatch Charades and The Naked Time back to back. I did it and i was mind blown.

#spapel #spock x chapel #everything hurts #protect them at all costs #my poor babies #i want to give Christine the biggest hug ever #she is my sunshine #Oh Boimler what have you done #but angst is coming #and im a sucker for angst so #maybe its not that bad #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw #strange new worlds #spock #christine chapel #i will go down with this ship

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cringelordofchaos · 8 days

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//• 'unbreakable' bond...

(based on the bad ending of STH 2 8bit / for the SMS/SGG)

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sentientsky · 5 months

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“Belovéd,” Yves Olade

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becauseplot · 8 months

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qsmp might consume my every waking thought but at least it’s helpful. like oh man i can’t just lay around all day, i have to go clean the kitchen and buy groceries so that later i have time to sit down and watch the silly french cubito get his ass whooped by an angry .java file. priorities.

#dont mind me im just rambling #qsmp etoiles #i am so excited about this fight. like i want etoiles to win but at the same time i am FOAMING at the mouth wanting him to lose #the angst potential is too good to pass up and im a sucker for strong(tm) characters being forced to yield #i dont think he’ll give up in the middle of the fight but he’s so practical about his odds. he knows there’s a good chance he’s gonna die.#and yet he fights. if that’s not a warrior idk what is.

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jackmkelly · 4 months

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i loveeee 92sies for giving a reallll look in the refuge. Obviouslyyyy we’re made aware in the stage show how bad it is but seeing it is a whole different level. seeing the boys tense up when snyder comes in or visibly flinch when theyre in trouble lets it feel a lot more real than it can when you’re only going off of letter from the refuge.

seeing the fact that while theres an entire room of bunk beds jacks left isolated and alone. not even given a mattress. seeing the fact he writes on the walls because Genuinely what else can he do while hes waiting around for snyder to do something to him. seeing the way crutchy has to talk to him. its sick.

#newsies #92sies #jack kelly #i could talk about the refuge forever i think #unfortunately im a sucker for angst always have been always will be #i just adore this movie so much every time i rewatch it <33

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emimii · 9 days

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there is so much wrong w these freaks to me

#i love the deut brothers bcuz the have so much fun shitpost potential but also the angst possibilities.#im also a sucker for family yaho! yippee!#theyre all horrible emotionally constipated #cats the musical #cats musical #the rum tum tugger #rum tum tugger #munkustrap #macavity the mystery cat #macavity #deuteronomy brothers #art

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halfdeadsage · 7 months

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you've become my ceiling -- sam winchester x reader

hi my angels long time no see ! i am so sorry for not posting for a while since i released "wildflower" !! college has been insane and it's been vv overwhelming :( i had nothing in me because i've been studying 24/7 ,, until now !

i hope you enjoy ! make sure to read the trigger / content warnings , and send requests to my inbox ! or anything to my inbox ! i will always read and respond (unless i am made uncomfortable) <3

stay safe, take care , and be kind to each other !!!

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WARNINGS: break ups (sorta ?) , minor descriptions + mentions of suffocation (if you blink you'll probably miss it) , abandonment , loss of love , unrequited love but not really (???) , sad sam (again </3)

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and major angst :)

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love was difficult. it was consuming. beautiful. costly. the best feeling in the world, and the worst one. it was all of these things at the same time.

sometimes it was the most freeing thing in the world. other times it was suffocating. sometimes it could be a good suffocating. the love so overwhelming that she burst with joy at the feeling.

other times it made her want to cry everything out. it made her want to collapse on the floor, heart and lungs heavy. it made her dread the silence during fights, or the sleepless nights waiting for a phone call back. it made her dread the days spent waiting for him to come home. the tears welling up in her eyes when she could only imagine the worst as minutes became hours, which would become days and eventually weeks. it was dreadful.

but the good parts made up for it. the nights spent curled up in each others’ arms. hearing each others’ shallow breaths as they slept. the warmth of being near one another. the way the light shone in a different way, because things were good. things were calm. he was home and so was she. the smiles rarely ever left either of their faces. being in close proximity was all they needed. they’d talk, but the silence was just as peaceful. it wasn’t deafening or painful. it didn’t make her heart wrench. both of them were safe and in love and happy.

that’s not the way it was now. right now the silence was heavy. so was her heart. her lungs felt like they were constricting. like there wasn’t enough air left for her to breathe. it felt like their love was dying out. she didn’t want it to. she was grabbing at it, pulling it back towards her, like a child trying to save their most prized possesion that’s about to be thrown out. she tried to save it. so, so hard. she would spend nights awake, thinking how to fix things. how to make it better, for both of them. how to make sure they were both safe and in love and happy again.

but he wasn’t making that effort. he had shut down. she didn’t know what it was. he came home one day after weeks of no contact on a long hunt, and since then it’s been like this. she had to tiptoe around him on eggshells. the feeling of acid burning her throat never left. she tried to get him to talk. to say something. to open up to her, so she could help him. but he had snapped, and she decided it wasn’t worth pushing.

he would open up in time, right? things would get fixed in time and it would be all okay again. but it didn’t happen. the time didn’t come. and yet again, hours would become days, which would be come weeks and slowly those weeks would become months. except this time he wasn’t away. he was home. he was with her.

i love you, she thought.

i love you with all my heart and soul. i love you unconditionally. i love you even through the heaviness in my heart and the tears that stain my cheeks every day.

but it’s just not enough, she realized. her sided love wasn’t enough.

so she packed a bag. just one. only what she needed. not everything. she left the rest. she would be coming back. she knew she would. a love like this doesn’t just end. there’s bumps in the road. there always are. but this bump needed a little extra time and care. and that had to come in the form of being away. she needed to be able to breathe.

and with that one bag in hand, she left the room she shared with him. with her sam. the love of her life. the man who now sat at the kitchen table, absolutely unrecognizable. she watched him from afar. sitting there, motionless. a bottle of beer stood in front of him.

she placed her bag down where she was, positioning it so he wouldn’t see. and she entered the kitchen.

one last time, she thought to herself. she wouldn’t be saying goodbye. that’s not what this was. she was going to be back. but she couldn’t leave without seeing him one more time. giving him one last kiss before she was gone.

“sam,” she croaked out. her voice was barely louder than a whisper. he didn’t respond.

“sam,” she said once again, louder this time. it caught his attention. he looked up at her.

“i love you,” she said to him. her eyes were glossy. she was breathing as evenly as she could, her lungs constricting as her heart beat so fast that she practically felt it in her throat.

“mhm,” was his only response. she took that as her sign. her final push. to do this. to take some time away from him, let him figure things out. he wasn’t going to do that with her around. these past few months have proven that. she bent down and placed a kiss to his forehead.

i’m sorry, she thought to herself.

and so she took one last look at him. she turned towards the door. and she walked out. moving her legs was a chore. it was difficult and every bone in her body screamed at her to turn back around. to get down on the floor, to her knees, and beg him to talk to her, to tell her what was wrong. but it wouldn’t work.

so against every instinct in her body, against every thought in her head but one, she grabbed the bag she had hidden behind the wall outside the kitchen, and left.

sam heard the door close. he didn’t think much of it. a day later, when the house was quieter than he was used to, he glazed over the thought that she wasn’t back yet. but that one day had yet again become days, which had eventually become a week. he called her. he rung her phone non-stop. he left message after message. he had sat in that same spot in the kitchen, phone in hand, waiting for her to pick the phone back up. but she hadn’t.

he had finally woken up from his daze. he finally realized that he had lost her. it took her leaving for him to realize that things weren’t okay. that he wasn’t okay. none of it was.

and so one lonely night in november. when sam was laying in her room, curled up in a ball on her bed, her scent having nearly faded completely, he saw the leather poking out from inside her closet. and he got up. pulled out what it was that caught his eye.

her journal. the one thing she refused to go anywhere without, she had left. so he opened it. and he read, and read, and read. he couldn’t stop reading. and he hated himself more and more with each entry.

he watched their love crumple in front of his eyes, the memories burnt into the pages. but their love wasn’t enough for it to stay.

it’s my fault, he’d repeat in his head. over and over and over again. non-stop, like a mantra. and when he got to the last page, he had felt his heart shatter. he had become physically ill at what he read.

you’ve become my ceiling, the page read.

i can’t keep loving you when you don’t love me, it finished.

and just like that, sam winchester had broken himself more than he had already been broken. but he would wait. he’d wait for her to return. he’d look for her. he’d hope that she’d come back. and in the meantime he’d work on himself. fix himself. he’d pull himself out of the rutt he was in, so that when she came back, he could give her all the love in the world again. so she could look at him with all the light in the world once more.

he would become her the sun again and brighten her world, rather than darkening it by being just her ceiling.

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester #spn #sam winchester fic #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester fanfic #sam winchester fanfiction #supernatural #romantic relationships #angst #so much angst #as usual #im a sucker for angst ok #sam x you #sagebutterfly

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prettylittleheartfilia · 1 year

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a lot of people (including me) are hoping theorizing that yor gets assigned to kill twilight and that’s how she finds out about loid’s real identity. but this panel got me thinking. it seems like the shopkeeper is now going to keep his eyes on loid because he thinks that loid supports the national unity party. so, what if he finds out that loid is actually twilight through observing loid? and then he assigns yor to kill twilight without telling her that it’s actually her husband.

seems like the garden is not particularly fond of either loid or twilight, so it’s like getting rid of two birds with one stone.

(i just finished getting caught up on the manga today so if someone else has already talked about this then please forgive me)

#spy x family #spy x family spoilers #loid forger #yor forger #twiyor #whats funny is that the garden and wise actually have the same goal #i don’t think they realize that #but thats a topic for another day #im a sucker for angst so i honestly can’t wait for this #as long as it all ends up okay in the end #and i’m sure it will

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sunkraken · 10 months

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okay after kismat is done im thinking of either writing a really sad soulmate au or like a major character death fic

#I want to write angst so Bad #OKAY WELL the soulmate au will probably have a happy ending #because im a sucker for happy endings #mcd fic would be a one shot #both will have so much pain #chaipunk

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lavenoon · 4 months

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Decay (~9.4 Words)

A Hero to his village traveled to find the Witch, pleading for power. Centuries later, a renowned assassin is revived to face off against yet another Trollhunter.

But how does one turn into the other?

An introspection piece on Angor Rot

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Proceed with Caution, heed the tags. While the self harm is canon typical only, there is a significant focus on the thought processes involved. (I also gave Angor a lot more depth than canon would dare, and all of it is pain).

Otherwise, this is just a big middle finger to the canon timeline (that I have tried to figure out, but gave up on upon reading the wiki). This is based on the show only, and taking liberties there already (and ignoring the Wizards paradox).

I’ll also state here that I have taken the liberty of renaming some aspects of Angor’s magic. It will be more relevant in coming one shots, but I have opted for “doll” and “glomerate” as both (Animus) Totem and Golem have specific cultural annotations that I am not comfortable appropriating.

#post let luce #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #angor rot #deya the deliverer #morgana le fay #severing hell's leash #(posted to that series and canon to that timeline because i say so)#my fic #I got distracted from episode rewrites to instead write whatever this ended up being #pain #lots of it #pure angst no comfort #i have a happy end in mind for Angor as a character sure; im a sucker #but this is his past and thats only painful #so really; REALLY read the tags and make sure youre in the headspace for it #(also please do not blindly copy these tags. organisational is fine but these are my ramblings)#(and frankly if someone copies the MY FIC tag I get angry. its not yours. please dont.)

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japhan2024 · 10 months

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Haha I wrote a little story I couldn't help myself... I'm so sorry lmao.

Ian was in a great mood lately. And how could he not be: he had rekindled the friendship between him and his best friend Anthony, they had bought back their own channel and brand SMOSH and they were making videos again, just the two of them with no 'higher-ups' guilting them into doing things with the channel they didn't want to. Ian was in such high spirits even that he was being way more social than he had been the past few years. He was chilling with the SMOSH fam and various other fellow youtubers, and everyone was so happy for him. And when his best friend looked at him with such beaming brown eyes, he felt a warmth, which he hadn't felt.. maybe ever.

So he was quite surprised when he saw Anthony stand on his apartment doorstep. Ian just returned from a get-together with his friend Jasmine and was a bit tipsy, so he did not notice the slender, curly haired, and heavily tattooed guy's body language. He jovially called out 'Anthony!'

Anthony gasped. "Ian..."

"Hey, what's the matter?" Up-close Anthony looked kind of like a mess. His hair fell over his eyes and they were not beaming - they were pleading.

"Ian, I'm so sorry, I feel so terrible," Anthony said in a panicky, high-pitched whisper.

"What do you mean?" Ian scanned his best friends face. "Fuck, come inside, can I get you a glass of water or something? Let's calm you down". Ian knew the signs of a panic attack. At least, of how it manifested when it happened to Anthony. Usually, Anthony could mask it and act normal, but Ian noticed the tenseness in his mannerisms, the slight strain trickling into his speech. Rarely had he witnessed it this bad, though. He didn't wait for Anthony to answer his question and got a large glass of water from the kitchen. When he returned, Anthony still stood by the door, nor had he taken off his jacket.

"Dude, it's okay, whatever it is, you're safe here, okay?"

Anthony looked at Ian, gasped for air a couple of times, and started to ramble: "I'm so sorry about the letter. It was so long ago, Ian. I was a different person. I was just so angry at Defy, and I took it out on you, I blamed you for not coming with me, for not running away together with me, Ian. I'm so much, so much better now, I've grown so much, please forgive me, I thought it would be funny to read it to you for the video but it was a terrible idea, I never wanted to hurt you..." He finally moved. Grasping Ian by the shoulders, he whispered "I'm so happy to have you back in my life, I don't want to lose you again."

Anthony had no idea. No idea of just how fucked up Ian had been without him. Ian tried, but he couldn't bring himself to share how he had wandered through a world without hope, without purpose, the channel keeping him busy but he wasn't there, even though he tried to be. Smosh was the only thing he had left of his and Anthony's friendship. So he couldn't let go. But without Anthony there, it had felt like an empty home.

Ian put his arms around Anthony and patted his back. "It's okay, man, it's okay." Anthony buried his face into the embrace. Ian knew not to argue with Anthony right now, or he might make it worse. The video where Anthony read Ian his 'angry' letter had been a blast. It wasn't even that bad, and Ian was thankful that Anthony shared so much of his feelings with him now. Their friendship had evolved, matured, and they were so close. But apparently, Anthony was badly affected by the ordeal. Ian led Anthony into his living room onto the couch and put down the glass of water on the side table.

Hand shaking, Anthony reached for the glass of water. He took a sip but then spilled the rest on the ground. "Fuck!" He groaned.

"Hey, don't worry about it, it's just water." Ian took Anthony's hand in his. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful the tattoo looked on him. Ian had given him grief about it, but it suited Anthony. It maybe signified how he had built his own career and painted his own story in bold strokes.

Anthony's grip was painfully strong. Ian smiled through it, though, and waited until Anthony finally calmed down.

"Anthony, you don't have to worry, okay?" Ian began. "You really, really don't have to worry. I thought your letter was sweet! I totally understand that you were resentful, I was too, remember? We were going through it, both of us! But it all worked out, and I will NEVER," Ian let go of Anthony's hand and gently yet firmly cupped his face, turning his head towards him, "NEVER let anything come between us, ever again".

#ianthony #tw: panic attacks #im so sorry im a sucker for angst

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cowardlybean · 1 month

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if i write another reigen major character death fic people will certainly think i’m nuts!

However.

#I HAVE. UM. what like threeee? unfinished drafts? where he’s erm. kicked the bucket?#and i know that makes me sound absolutely insane but two entirely rely on it as the concept and one it’s fake so does it really count #like for example (this wouldn’t be a spoiler bc it’s the first chapter) ritsu has an accident with his powers and. oh! reigen’s a spirit no #and the whole fic is his guilt and reigen trying to hide it #SO. YOU SEE. IM NOT BATSHIT FOR KILLING REIGEN AGAIN #i also like analyzing other character’s responses to tragedy like a lot a lot #my last big fandom had MCD as a big angst trope and even before that i was a sucker for it maybe i am a little crazy #um. if you read all this. hello i hope i don’t sound absolutely insane i swear i’m a normal human being #COUGH anyway #cowardly speaks

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sapphicautistic · 10 months

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My gf was listening to "White Blank Page" by Mumford and Sons and I once again told her that song is SO much better if it's gay.

She doesn't listen to the lyrics of songs but she's extremely good at literary analysis and this time she actually looked up the lyrics and has now come to the following conclusion: "It makes no sense if it's not gay."

My (objectively best) reading is this:

The narrator was in love with a guy who strung him along, never willing to be in a committed (or public) relationship with him and maybe insisting that it's extremely heterosexual "helping a bro out" sex, except in more intimate moments. Finally out of nowhere guy is suddenly committed to a woman and when Narrator confronted him, guy spat out homophobic vitriol and claimed he's not gay like the Narrator.

(For extra flavor imagine them as closeted, straight passing Midwestern flannel wearing, love-bonfires-and-camping guys who sat next to each other at church and elbowed and annoyed each other like best friends do and were each other's go-to source of emotional support! And then to suddenly shut Narrator out for the first time ever, by abruptly marrying a woman and insisting that he's always been straight and their relationship meant nothing...)

Here are the lyrics:

Can you lie next to her And give her your heart, your heart As well as your body? And can you lie next to her And confess your love, your love As well as your folly? And can you kneel before the king And say, "I'm clean! I'm clean!" ? But tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart? Oh, tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart? A white blank page and a swelling rage, rage You did not think When you sent me to the brink, to the brink You desired my attention But denied my affections, my affections So tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart? Oh, tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart? Lead me to the truth and I Will follow you with my whole life Oh, lead me to the truth and I Will follow you with my whole life

Why call multiple people "you" in a totally unclear way? Why would you claim that your female ex's new man can't love her AT ALL (not just as much as you did, AT ALL)? And invoking the judgment of God is so fucking tedious if you're just shaming your female ex for moving on or even cheating/getting with your friend. Also you look like a creepy asshole if you think a girl broke up with you for "loving her too much".

This song is tepid, badly written, and makes the narrator look like an asshole if it's NOT gay.

The gay reading is the ONLY compelling one.

#i don't even care about m/m romances lmao i get bored when there's no women BUT #this is objectively the best reading #anyways my gf and I came up with the main beats for an entire romance story about these guys #as a dyke raised in the church i really like the religious midwestern reading here too #also there's SUCH a phenomenon of guys having secret sex out in these rural areas and insisting even to themselves it's not gay #so this reading is very compelling to me #i also like to think the woman is like fine. there's nothing wrong with her she's sweet and friends with both of them.#gf said what if she's Narrator's sister?#like i think it's better narrative wise if the woman has no idea and isn't trying to 'turn him straight'#bc the ex CHOSE this. he caved and all so he can stand before God and insist he's 'clean'#which to me... very very resonant #updates on my boring life #also I think the ex can be either bi or gay like it doesn't matter because either way Narrator is convinced ex loves HIM still n not wifey #god i could go line by line but no one wants that lmao it's extremely funny that i fixated on this #i did not even know it was a mumford and sons song or that they are british until gf told me both facts today #i am in no way a fan #im jsut a sucker for religion flavored gay angst i guess or at least this variety of it

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kasl4na · 2 years

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#eddissy being dead lovers

made by me

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wr-n · 10 months

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Have you ever seen the "Blue joins the Bad Sanes!" Comics? Your style reminds me of them! ^^

Whoa, really? That's really sweet of you! I love reading that comic! ^^

The story is really fun to follow when I have free time haha

#wraith asks #frapi-frappuccino #im a sucker for angst and development #the stars are pretty brutal with blue but honestly its not too bad #bc i can totally see these god-level beings accidentally mistreating a mortal #theyre not used to going slow or taking breaks when theyre so powerful

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