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il-predestinato · 9 months

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The numbers don't lie: 🤭

These two are truly the main characters of F1. 💙❤️

#max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #ao3 #the real rivalry is p1 vs. p2 on ao3 🤭#slayyyyyyyy #*

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slay-anon · 2 months

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Announcement

The Palace of Slay hereby announces,

the individuals @slay-iii and @latay7, for their formidable artistry in the fine arts and poetry, shall be issued the Royal Warrant Of Appointment and knighted to Sir (gender neutral) Slay-iii and Dame latay7.

#slay anon #slayy anon #slay anon art #og slay anon #slayyyyyyyy #slay anon lll #slay anon the third

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dykebeeduo · 5 months

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i've always head cannoned obsidian as being cold to the touch, especially crying obsidian, this in turn makes pandora's vault a very strange place, I imagine that the air is thick warm and sulfurous stinging eyeballs, leaving faces covered in tears as sores as rashes crop up around the eyes from rubbing away the salt from tears that rapidly dry off, ever hour of every day exists a hot unbearable heat yet all around you is cold walls and floors.

It's nearly impossible to sleep and when you do sleep the parts of you that touch the floor become numb and pale speckled with redness as frostbite slowly settles in while the rest of you is red from heat, sweating water as fast as you can't drink it. most of the inhabitants couldn't sleep for more then two or three hours at a time, waking up to pace, chug water, chew at potatoes eaten either raw or burnt in the fire and mashed against the floor, scribbling out increasingly incoherent words in one of the numerous leather bound journals that are scattered around the cell, some missing chunks off of the cover, after weeks of potatoes, the thick tanned leather tastes like a home cooked meal.

eventually after being inside long enough some people bagan looping deaths, letting the lava purify their tired minds killing them quickly yet very painfully, just to be reawoken and dumped into freezing cold water, some would stay in the waterpool long enough to drown while others would climb out and stark walking towards the lava once more, and after hours, or days of this they might grow tired, falling into a deep slumber waking parched, half frozen and half fried and walk towards the lava one last time, then standing up and out of the water and walking slowly, damp feet padding across the cold floor and open up the chest, grab a potato and sit back down.

"how to leave?" was the question on everyone's minds, each attempt more futile then the last, clocks thrown against the floor shards of brass casing scrape away at the obsidian leaving small areas of the floor worn down and covered in knife-sharp slivers of the deep purple volcanic glass, others try the direct route camping out on the lava side of the netherite blocks that keep them in when the lava recedes, covering their bodies in burns from popping lava searching for the chance at escape when the bridge crosses, only one every stayed it out until the bridge came and by then they were at deaths door, unable to move as weeping burns held their limbs in place like glue whimpering for the warden to push them in and allow then to die and respawn back behind the netherite blockades.

occasionally they would make conversation with one another, hoarse voices spilling secrets without inhibition and unable to think coherently enough to understand possible consequences. days may go by when all they do is talk and, weeks my go by when all they do is cry.

frustration mounts whenever the lava breaks, bridge slowly moving along, bringing with it "you can't leave yet"s and "ever"s, more potatoes, and for the first small while clocks. when the bridge slows to a stop the wild arms begin to swing over netherite blocks, a futile effort to knock the warden into the lava that holds them in, im sorrys echo off the walls as the lava closes around the irredeemable and the innocents, the "wrong place at the wrong time"ers, the ones whose only crime was the history they had made.

if things had gone right he might still be there, but debts must be paid and now pandora's vault sits empty, floor still littered with half eaten journals, shards of broken obsidian, potato peels and tattered spare uniforms.

#dsmp #ctommy #c!tommy #c!tommyinnit #ctommyinnit #cdream #c!dream #ctechno #ctechnoblade #c!techno #c!technoblade #pandoras vault #tw suicide #dream smp #my post #slayyyyyyyy

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year

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