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louisapennyfeather2021 · 2 years

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"This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but I liked it better when you were on my side. The battle's in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down if you said you'd rather love than fight"

Was just the rough draft for:

"If I was standing there in your apartment I'd take that bomb in your hand and disarm it. I'd say I love you even at your darkest and please don't go"

Story of Us🤝Forever Winter

#taylor swift #forever winter #the story of us #speak now #red from the vault #taylors version #taylor's version from the vault

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cinnamon-notes · 5 months

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POV: evermore (song) is taylor bittersweetly talking to her atw10mv self, and i'm just gonna give you this and then allegedly shut up:

i was there, i was there. down the stairs, i was there, i was there. sacred prayer, i was there, i was there. it was rare, you remember it all too well (x3) // it was real enough to get me through

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you kept me like a secret but i kept you like an oath, sacred prayer and we'd swear to remember it all too well // but i swear you were there

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joellescardigan · 11 months

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“and i wouldn’t marry me either, a pathological people pleaser” and “no one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless” are siblings and you CANNOT convince me otherwise

#you’re losing me #taylor swift #lover #folklore #midnights #red #speak now #evermore #fearless #lyrics #red taylor’s version #gosh help me #midnights vault tracks #from the vault #midnights till dawn edition

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arthursfuckinghat · 1 month

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"I was gonna say you're like a son to me.. but you're more than that."

"It ain't that complicated!"

How quickly that shoulder pat of comfort turned into a condescending one.

#he makes me feel so emo #this life was never meant for you but your fate was forced #the way dutch (and hosea) talks to arthur like he's stupid will never sit right with me #like they've been by his side over 20 years they KNOW he isn't stupid because if he was he would have been gone a long time ago #not only is arthur incredibly emotionally smart but he's a trained conman vault breaker gunslinger horse rider you name it #the fact that his own adoptive parents break him down like that hurts #it's a manipulation tactic on dutch's end - break your victims self esteem to make them chase your praise and approval #hosea I believe has just gone along with that kind of attitude but in a different way he just likes to jest lightheartedly #arthur doesn't see the difference though and it's understandable but he takes it to heart #the worst part is that hosea sees through his tough guy act and has called arthur out on it #his act is a defence mechanism to protect himself from being too vulnerable - in arthur's mind #and it isn't a sudden thing it's very likely something that has built over the years given the life he has lived #and hosea notices he knows this #but they still jab at arthur #oh it hurts #is he your son dutch? or is he your guard dog? your personal workhorse?#playing through the second time is opening my eyes more and more #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #mick rants #mick gifs #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #liveblogging #you guys gotta understand - arthur seeks and longs for dutch's approval he'll never say it but it's the key motive behind his loyalty #and arthur *rejects* dutch's comfort #he doesn't *want* dutch to pat him on the shoulder because he knows dutch is digging them an even deeper hole #he doesn't want that touch he craves #it's so insanely monumental for such a small scene because it shows us how arthur feels without telling us

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redwinterroses · 3 months

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There’s a cherry tree in the middle of the redwood forest.

False isn’t sure what to make of that. She shifts her grip on the staff in her hand, its pale glow reflecting faintly off the fresh snow. She’s come out here for resources—the vault altar is demanding logs, and these giant trees are an easy source—but the incongruous sight of an enormous, blossoming cherry tree sending pink petals wafting on the frozen wind…

She wonders if this is what fish feel like, when they see a lure.

“Hello?” she calls, her voice echoing off the trees. The world stands in permanent semi-twilight here, and the deeper shadows hide the mobs that will venture out come nightfall. A sneak of creepers is bedded down in a sweetberry bramble just on the other side of the clearing, and False tenses when the lead boar lifts his head, but he apparently doesn’t deem her worth stalking so early in the day.

There is no other reaction to her call.

False is of half a mind just to head back home and farm her own dang trees. It’s not like the vaultar is picky about the kinds of logs—she could just as easily grow up a bunch of birch and throw those in there. But that will take so much longer… not to mention she’s not sure if there are even enough saplings in her storage.

She unhooks her enchantment-glittered axe from her belt and pauses to mentally poke at her mana reserves. Plenty high. Whatever’s lingering near this tree, it can hardly be worse than what she deals with on the daily in the vaults. Overworld dangers are barely a challenge anymore.

The logic of that doesn’t change the uneasy feeling that buzzes over her skin though.

Venturing further into the clearing. False’s gaze traces up the trunk of the cherry tree, following its branches to where they terminate in lush bursts of pink and white blooms. A sweet smell drifts on the wind. She wrinkles her nose, reminded of compost piles and fermented spiders’ eyes.

The tree’s branches stretch long and low—a canopy of their own, heavy with flowers and dark, glossy leaves. The space underneath is filled with falling flowers and a fog of pollen, the air moisture-thick like a lush cave.

Lifting one hand, False catches a falling petal on her fingertip.

It sizzles as it touches her skin, stinging and buzzing like live redstone.

She hisses through her teeth, shaking her hand and letting the petal fall to the forest floor. “What the heck?”

Another petal tumbles past her face, and she watches it with narrowed eyes—right until it fizzles out of existence a few pixels above the forest floor.

“Glitch,” she mutters. “That’s… not good.”

Iskall needs to know about this—it could be a bug from one of the new updates, or it could be something deeper in the code, but either way: this glitched tree is a problem. She’s probably lucky it just stung her.

She reaches for her communicator, raising it to take a pic of the cherry tree.

“Oh, hi there, False!”

False yelps, spinning around with her axe ready to swing.

Gem is standing behind her, a wreath of cherry blossoms tangled in her hair and antlers, leaning casually on a tall staff of blooming cherry wood. Her smile is wide, and sap flows over her fingers, pale golden, dripping down her arms to leave dark spots on the faded denim of her overalls.

“Gem!” False lowers her axe. “Oh my gosh, you scared me. I didn’t know you were doing Vault Hunters.”

“Hm?” Gem raises one eyebrow, and for a moment her eyes flicker to red and then purple before settling back on green. “Oh—I’m not doing Vault Hunters, False.” Her voice is amused, almost chiding.

“Oh.” False feels unexpectedly small—which is impressive, considering she’s nearly half a block taller than Gem.

More of the glitched petals fall, resting on Gem’s hair and slowly melting into it like snowflakes. The brief moment of relief when False had seen Gem’s familiar grin is fading into something like the sensation of freefall.

“What’cha up to?” Gem asks, and her face blinks from one expression to the next like a bad video message. Her clothes are blue—no, green—no, bloodstained and grey—no, blue. They’ve always been blue.

False takes a step back.

“Uh, not much…” she glances up at the redwoods. “Just doing some… resource gathering. You know.”

“Cool!” Gem giggles, and stands up straight. False tenses, but Gem only spins around her staff and waves a hand at the glitched tree. “I didn’t realize this was an occupied server—are there many people here?”

There’s a buzzing in False’s skull, and she blinks rapidly. A muscle twitches under her eye.

“Um…”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Gem lifts one hand and grabs one of the lowest branches of the cherry tree. She really should not have been able to reach that.

Swinging herself up with the lithe, effortless strength of a cat, she perches on the limb and stares down at False. The grin is gone from her face now, and she looks down at False with bright eyes.

“Etho’s not here, is he?”

False opens her mouth to answer, the words yes, of course he is, I can take you to him heavy on her lips… And with effort, she swallows them back.

They taste of sweet rot.

“Why... why doesn’t what matter?” she asks instead.

Gem stares at her for a long moment, expressionless. The flowers woven through her antlers are growing of their own accord, twining up to caress their brethren in the branches overhead.

Then she smiles broadly, flashing teeth that nearly glow white in the dappled shadows. “Oh!” she exclaims. “No reason! I’m only passing through, is all.”

“You’re not… you’re not sticking around?” False tries—and mostly fails—to sound disappointed.

“Naaaaah…” Gem stands and walks along the branch, as secure and balanced as if it were a stone floor. The flowers in her hair flow along behind her, sliding from the branches and falling like a cape down her back. “Worldhopping is easy. Staying in one spot is way harder.”

False watches the flowers move and swirl, their smooth, strange motion ensnaring her attention. The buzzing is back, too. Like bees, drunk on honey and sleepy in their hive.

“World hopping…?” she manages. “With admin commands?”

Gem’s laugh is as brilliant as a knife and as sharp as a spark. “False!” she crows. “You say the funniest things.”

False laughs. It seems appropriate. She isn’t sure why.

“Anyway,” Gem continues, fading into one patch of blossoms and reappearing on the other side of it. Her eyes are sprays of cherry flowers now. Her antlers are branches. “Anyway, cherry trees are all the same. They make it easy to get around.”

“That…” doesn’t make sense, False wants to say. But her lips are heavy, and coated in sticky sap. Maybe it doesn’t really matter.

“Oops! Behind you, False!”

Gem’s chirped warning is flaked in glee, and False turns around, as slow as if her feet are buried in soul sand.

The creepers she had seen—the entire sneak—are standing behind her, pink flowers blooming from their eyes.

“Oh no.”

The boar’s blinded head snaps toward her voice, hissing. He starts to aggro, bioluminescent streaks flashing from his snout to flanks in increasingly-swift pulses of light.

“See ya in season ten, False!” Gem cries out cheerfully.

The axe drops from False’s nerveless fingers, trailing strings of sap. She smells the inescapable stench of burning gunpowder, overlaid with rot.

“...Dangit.”

[FalseSymmetry was blown up by a creeper]

~*~

Jerking upright in her own bed, False swipes wildly at her face, trying to smear away tree sap that isn’t there.

“What the heck, Gem?” she exclaims at her empty base. Her voice falls flat, swallowed up by the sky that surrounds her builds. The clock above her head ticks impatiently, and she huffs in frustration, pushing up out of her bed. All her tools, gone—her levels, gone... and after all that she still needs those logs for the vault.

Grumbling, she starts pulling backup gear from various chests, trying to cobble together something that can get her back to the redwood grove before her items despawn—assuming they hadn’t all been obliterated by a second or third creeper explosion. She glances at the vaulter, and freezes.

It’s been completed. The crystal floats gently atop the stone pedestal, gleaming with an inner light.

And, tumbled at the base of the vaulter—abandoned, more than was needed to fill the crystal’s requirements:

Half a stack of cherry logs.

#falsesymmetry #geminitay #red said eldritch gem rights #let her be cheerful and scary too she deserves it #also there needs to be more Vault Hunter fic in the world. and more False content.#this was inspired by a post of some enormous redwood trees I saw the other day with teeny tiny people at the base of them #along with Gem's tree building -- the cherry trees in her hardcore and s9 builds #and the headcanon from hc8 and empires that she's a worldhopper #anyway this is the first thing I've really written in (over?) a year so... I'm quite happy about it.#might polish and put it on AO3 later but for now it's just for the hellsite <3 #redwinterwrites #oh also excuse for creeper/minecraft worldbuilding yaaay XD

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sealrock · 3 months

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are you there, O 'lone? it's me, your most wretched daughter.

#mypost.#ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv oc #🎐#i noticed too late the flowers clipping through hhhhhngngh #but anyway. :]#i edited in the sunbeam because why not #the vault is soooo red but i couldn't decide between the original or the psd version #posing inspired by john everett millais' painting of joan of arc #i threw in the halo because i thought it'd be neat #tauvane has a lot of religious baggage to unpack #sidenote: i made her voiceclaim malenia from elden ring and this outfit reminds me of her even more

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fcthots · 6 months

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Please 🙏 give us more thoughts on the friends to lovers AU cause that's literally the one I have too.

-🌊

I’m assuming you mean my friend to ememies to lovers au. Tbh it’s super self indulgent but I’ll hit the high points for you. Heads up: it’s fem reader bc it came from my notes app as a personal au.

ANYWAY ONE THOUSAND FOLLOWERS WOOOOO

Basically reader hangs around Jason’s neighborhood through childhood

Immediately best friends

Jason sees you about twice a week for many many years

Side plot of Jason finding a new mafia in Gotham

One day Jason shows up unannounced to your house bc you do it to him all the time since he moved and he really needs to talk to you (haven’t decided what the emergency is yet)

You aren’t in your room and something looks wrong

He crawls in through the window and hears people yelling and arguing

He goes Robin mode and starts trying to figure out what happened

He follows the metaphorical tracks into the wall

Secret door

He spies and realizes your family is the mafia family he has had his eyes on

And you’re the topic of conversation

There’s an emergency with one of the fronts they have so the topic switches and they leave

Jason confronts you a week later after being weird and distant

He asks what they were talking about

You explain that you either have to join in on your family’s crimes or you’re going to have to live on the streets. They don’t want you working in the family bc you’re a woman.

(There’s a scrapped version where your family demands you to kill someone’s to pledge your loyalty and when Jason dies, you say you killed him)

He tells you he’ll take care of you. He’ll talk to Bruce. You can figure it out. You will figure it out, together. He reveals himself as Robin. There is a light at the end of the tunnel for you.

Then Jason dies

You find out from the news after you don’t see him for two weeks

You decide, fuck it. Nothing waiting for you outside of mafia life

Your family doesn’t want want u working for them. AND you started later than everyone else. Double whammy

Your family doesn’t trust you

You work twice as hard. You are determined to work your way up. You will survive

They give you low level assignments

You start doing side assign,ents that they don’t ask you to. You get them intel they didn’t know was there to get. Intel they didn’t know they needed

You start working your way up a twinge over the years

They send you in undercover as a stripper. Your job is to see if a rival gang comes in. The man you’re looking for has a deal there today.

The man is known as the Red Hood.

You don’t know Red Hood’s identity but he’s big in the game. A known killer. But a protector of women and the innocent. Your family HATES him.

The Red Hold walks in as well as his client

You switch places with someone and dance colder to their table sk you can hear their conversation

The Red Hood looks at you and freezes

In his head, he’s thinking you left the mafia, but because he died, no one was there to support you so you turned to stripping

He’s also thinking he missed you

You tell him that if he’s gonna stare at you like that, he better fork up some dollar bills

He tells his "client" to hold on for a moment

He walks up to you, voice modulator on and asks how much for a private dance

You make a joke about how he probably can't afford it

He says “I guarantee you I can”

Your "manager" walks over and says you have to take the money and do it, all in "subtle" wording

You’re nervous but agree

You lead him to his private room

And before you can try to make him horny enough to interrogate him, you turn around and his mask is off

You see his face

Older, but Jason

Someone is supposed to come to the club in 5 minutes and kill the "client" was making a deal with.

You can't let them kill Jason.

"You have to leave. Right now."

"What?" He's confused.

"Fuck. I'm so glad you're alive, but you have to go."

He tries to ask if you chose to be a stripper or if you were out of options

You say "I'm not a stripper"

He's confused. Thinks you’re maybe a prostitute.

"My brother is coming in 3 minutes to kill whoever *Client* was making a deal with so that he would be forced to make a deal with-... with us."

"You didn't"

“Dont. Don't do that. You were dead, Jason. And even ignoring that fact, you're not exactly far from the profession either."

"No. No, but you didn't want this. Your family treats you like shit"

“Better than the streets would have treated me... 2 minutes, Jason you have to go. Fuck. I'm gonna get demoted for this.”

Jason says he has a plan

You say it's too dangerous; you’re not losing him again

"Do you trust me?”

“…I still trust you"

He walks out and cancels the deal

He walks back in and says *Client* has to make his merchandise half price now, and with your ‘private dance’, you made it happen

He kisses your cheek and walks out

Your brother walks in and asks where he is, ready to be angry

You tell him to make the deal now, it's half off and that you convinced the other guy to walk

This is great success

You’re even given the weekend off

Jason waits until you leave late at night with the other girls

They're used to him showing up sometimes and walking them to their cars. They don't bat an eye

But he wordlessly gets in your car. Gets in the drivers seat, and drives you to his place, where you spend the weekend.

He tries to convince you to stay. You say you can't.

Because you want to take over the whole joint some day

So you go back do what you do

If you and Jason ever intersect, you go to your apartment together.

You fuck

He leaves for patrol before you wake up

He fucks you so you fall asleep and he can leave without saying goodbye

You fight.

YouI say you should stop.

You love him. If you keep going you’ll never love anyone else. You’ll never move on.

The truth is: you already love him like that, but if you keep fucking him, you won't be able to leave and it'll put a target on both of your backs

You fuck one last time and then he leaves

(He becomes a bat around this time)

He’s your enemy now

And you’re rising the ranks

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mess-of-a-dreamerr · 20 days

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♥️Taylor Swift ‘Run’ handwritten lyrics from May 15, 2012

#taylor swift red #from the vault #ed sheeran #red taylor’s version #vault tracks #t swizzle #music #taylor swift unreleased #the eras tour

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keineheimat · 11 months

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when you can't blame it on my youth and roll your eyes with affection

#taylor swift #lyrics #nothing new #from the vault #tswiftlyrics #tsedit #taylorswift #tscreators #tswiftquote #tswiftedit #red album #taylors version #phoebe bridgers #red tv vault #red tv #tsartists

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tisthedamnseason-writethisdown · 5 months

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does anyone ever get a really strong urge to yell random facts about songs whenever you play it for someone else. Like if I play wildest dreams I have to say “TAYLOR USED HER OWN HEARTBEAT” or I have to explain the folklore love triangle or the secret message of long live or how she wrote this the damn season when she was drunk

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chanandler--boing · 7 months

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I drive down different roads

But they all lead back to you

#red white and royal blue #nicholas galitzine #henry prince of wales #heartstopper #kit connor #nick nelson #young royals #edvin ryding #prince wilhelm of sweden #golden retriever #the very first night #red #red tv #from the vault #taylors version #taylor swift #write other golden retrievers in the comment pls!!

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secretly-an-automaton · 9 months

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I’ve collected an obscene amount of podcasts since finishing Malevolent and The Magnus Archives and I’ve yet to listen to any of them, so what’s next?

Gonna be totally honest, half the reason I did this was so I could get all my recs in one place lol

And if your fav somehow STILL didn’t make it onto this list, my upmost apologies, please drop it in the comments or tags!

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yamikakyuu · 2 years

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Need a way to pass the time waiting for the 30th to find out what RQ has planned for Magnus???

Try these podcasts out!

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cottoncandy-cult · 7 months

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Reno Sinclair x Jealous! Reader

(Y/n) sat quietly at the bar, eyes closed and sipping on a drink. Tifa was throwing a party for one reason or another, the (H/c) haired girl couldn't be bothered to try and remember as she was too busy fighting her irritation. This young lady had been in a relationship with a certain red-haired monkey, he was quite loyal but when drunk he had a bad habit of flirting and being flirted with. Currently he was a few stools down, 3 girls flirting with him, and he was soaking it up. She was on her 5th drink, having been so jealous that she hadn't realized how fast she was throwing them back. "Hey sis, you ok?" The sweet voice of (Y/n)'s favorite person caught her attention, she turned to Yuffie with a small smile. She loved her little sister; she was her best friend. "Re-Reno'ss drunk again." She could have facepalmed at how slurred her words were, she was certainly a power drinker when jealous. This wouldn't have really been a problem, if it wasn't for the fact, she was a light weight.

Yuffie looked around until her eyes settled on Reno, her cheeks puffed as she stomped her foot. Then she got an idea. "Come on, I know who can help us." She drug her drunken big sister over to where Vincent sat with Rufus, Cloud, Tifa and Rude. "Guys, (Y/n) needs our help." That got their attention, the (H/c) haired female never asked for much, so they were quick to focus. "Is someone bothering you (Y/n)?" Cloud was the first to speak up, setting his drink on the table they were at. When (Y/n) looked back at the bar so did they, quickly seeing what it was that bothered the girl. Rude had facepalmed, shaking his head before giving his partner's girlfriend a sympathetic look. "I told him when we got here not to drink so much." Cloud and Vincent sighed while watching the drunk male soak up the attention he was getting; Tifa had her hands on her hips. She didn't even know who those girls were, and the party was invite only, she walked over to tell the girls they had to go because it was a private party and maybe literally kick Reno out.

"Cloud I'm gonna need your and Vincent's help with my idea. We need to teach Reno a lesson." Yuffie turned to the two males, they didn't bother arguing as they knew the young girl would get her way one way or another.

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Reno sat bored at the bar and staring at his drink, the girls having left at Tifa's request with apologies. Unlike with them Tifa wasn't as nice to Reno when threatening to throw him out, he had glanced around the room to try and find his girlfriend who had disappeared from the bar at some point. When he did find her, he found her paying a lot of attention to Vincent, and surprisingly he seemed to be returning that attention. They were drinking, sitting closer together than the red-haired Turk was comfortable with. He stood, stumbling in a rather uncool fashion as he almost fell on his face, and made his way over to the two. He began walking faster when he watched his girlfriend begin laughing at something the older Turk told her, not knowing Vincent to tell jokes this seemed to pour gas on the fire burning in him. When he got to the table, they had looked to him, (Y/n) gave him a rather smartass looking smirk which only made his eyes seem to darken. Seeming to sober him up a bit, his tone was rather flat when he spoke. "Hey (Y/n), can we talk outside?"

(Y/n) shrugged and excused herself to Vincent, following her red head while smirking the whole way. They went through a side door that led to the alley, when the door closed, and they were left alone (Y/n) found herself pressed to the wall before she could even open her mouth. Reno had kissed her deeply, his body pressed to hers. She of course was quick to respond with the same passion. He soon began leaving smoldering kisses along her neck, her fingers slipping up and into his hair. "Heh... Jealousy sucks huh?~" Quick to realize what had really gone down he simply growled, biting roughly onto her shoulder and making her gasp. That brought a smirk to his face, he then began carrying her to his car. His anger having sobered him up, she knew where this was going and couldn't wait. "Yeah, it does. Why don't you let me make it up to you baby girl?" But there was one thing neither even thought about, how was Rude getting home if Reno was his ride?

#candy cult vault #final fantasy #Reno Sinclair #reno x reader #fem reader #fluff #Reno is my favorite red headed Monkey #second only to Kenji #if you know you know lmao #poor rude puts up with so much from the red headed macaque.

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ashes-in-a-jar · 17 days

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At this point I need to put some podcasts on

1/'the-amount-of- time-it-takes-for-an-update-to-come-out'X speed

so I won't go insane with the wait

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rogersstevie · 10 months

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you open your eyes into mine and everything feels better

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