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goldrushenthusiast · 1 year
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I still can’t believe my fave glow stick is going to hell :/
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astrathepasta · 3 months
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me after getting attached to every single character who is just used to be a plot thing for the person they're shipped with
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starrierknight · 6 months
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I need to cannibalise him. I need to sink my teeth into his throat and rip it out, shaking my head frantically like a rabid dog. I need to break his ribs and claw through his skin and hold his heart in my hands and devour it.
with love!
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biherbalwitch · 1 year
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sometimes a little meowmeow is a deranged, traumatised man covered in blood with several 1st degree murders under his belt
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akascow · 5 days
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‘old man yaoi’ isnt about the age its just a state of mind
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toborusk · 1 month
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no he's not a twink he could launch you at a wall he's just pretty you're allowed to say men are pretty but that doesn't make him a twink pretty please internet please pl
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i LOVE me a lesson learned too late a person blinded by their own ignorance and selfishness a tragedy that could have easily been avoided had anyone questioned the choices even for a second i love useless regret and going to the ends of the world to undo a choice that has already been made
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nyxsgrave · 3 months
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lesbians when they see yet another character who gave everything up to seek and obtain revenge, guided by a deep hatred and survivor's guilt
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auramanipulation7-5 · 5 months
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The great thing about being a fanfiction writer is that you can spend a horrifying amount of time on, say, the Once Upon a Time wiki, and say it's for research and have that somewhat be the truth.
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i am asexual however . i would let that man destroy me
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ampersketch-art · 1 month
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funkyyusername · 5 months
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imagine, last life. you join a death game because of your husband. you gain allies. you even gain a guard dog. fun! everything is perfect until one of your allies betrays another. you alliance is now broken and beyond repair. your ex ally decides to burn YOUR base in revenge. you didn’t even do anything! it wasn’t fair. and then bam! fell into a stupid trap and becomes red. the last allies you had run away from you. the guard dog who promised undying loyalty leaves you. alone. whatever, you’ll just write a revenge book of everyone who’s wronged you. its going pretty well! maybe being a red name isn’t so bad. and then bam! your life ended by someone like you. a red name. a red name killed you. and not even in some heroic fight. he just came out of nowhere and killed you
limited life. why are you here again? you were pulled out of your slumber and now are stuck in someone else’s body. you don’t even know what’s going on. then all of a sudden someone pushes a button and you die. what a start. and then its time for the boogeyman to be chosen. oh no. you remember this. you pray and pray to not be boogeyman. surely out of everyone here the chances of you getting boogeyman is slim right? and yet you got boogeyman. you still have no idea whats going on. everyone but your husband is calling you by a different name. just play alone with it. you kill grian to cure yourself of the boogeyman and thats it. the session ends and thats it. you can rest again
and then fucking secret life you are violently awaken from your slumber again and pulled to another game. sure okay. whatever. just make yourself a cute little pumpkin house. thats easy. thats fun. whats that you have other stuff too? task. easy! you finish your first task like that. write a lovely and oh so romantic love poem to your lovely husband. how easy, surely all these task should be easy, right? no. out of all the task you get, you only complete two. thats fine. whatever. it doesn’t even matter that much. one of your task involves having everyone sleep through the night. you could have a party! sure you don’t have any friends or allies but surely people are up for a good party. invite everyone to the end, surely they will come. but no one came. oh. well the end is pretty dangerous, lets just have a nice and peaceful slumber party. you make bunks for everyone and make a cake to be shared. again you invite everyone to your slumber party. surely this time everyone will come this time. except they didn’t. the only person who came to your slumber party was your husband. everyone else either didn’t show up at all, or was late. that darn scar came to your SLUMBER party late and ate your cake! you never even got to eat a slice. so in your self pity you decide to cheer yourself up by riding on your skeleton horse while invisible. that was fun. until you were killed. again. by a red name. but whatever, now you can get revenge on everyone who wronged you. except you can’t. your first red task everyone avoids you. the only person who falls for your trap was the only person who came to your party. the only person whos been by your side. as an apology task he gives you the task of killing someone. scott smajor. he showed up to your party late so you didn’t mind. in fact you came up with an idea on how to kill him. after completing your second task you skip along to scott with a happy smile and ask him to follow you to the end. he does. you try to trick him, but it doesn’t work. so instead you try to push him off yourself. failed again. how embarrassing. this day couldn’t get any worse. except it can. an enderman runs at you and pushes you off the cliff. into the void. you try to save yourself but it doesn’t work. you died as you lived. alone. you didn’t even get to officially success your second task. and no one even noticed your death. no one but your husband grieved your death. your death is celebrated because you broke someone’s stupid curse. even in death you were in someone else’s shadow. with no friends to grieve your death, or even any enemies to be glad about your death, you die. alone and forgotten.
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daisynik7 · 7 months
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spreading my legs for him, folding myself in half for him, twisting myself into a pretzel for him, doing squats on his [redacted], doing a keg stand on his [redacted], worshipping him, kneeling on the ground for him, chanting incantations to summon him
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i want to look like him so bad (weird ass 45 year old man with questionable fashion)
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wilbug · 13 days
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your honor he would NOT have straight hair OR a straight nose 🙁🙁 your honor he would NOT have an hour glass body 🙁🙁 your honor he would NOT shower💔💔
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chickenparm · 1 year
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