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ppl who celebrate fictional character birthdays are annoying pass it on

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Wip

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I suddenly remember I don’t know how to draw big fire

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i like him

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imagine my shock when looking at my local marionette theater's instagram story, i am blasted with LIES OF P CUSTOM PUPPET

(theater in question is the bob baker marionette theater)

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𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕤 (1/?)

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this boy has been growing on me

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I hate him so so so much he's so bitable

Drawn in one sitting just to pull myself out of an artblock, back to commissions now (even more Loki)

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"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

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My Valentine: The Perverted Gentleman

Chapter Seven: Say You Are Mine, Admit You Like This

Only on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53797552/chapters/171605392

Rating: Explicit | Warnings: Drug Use, Brutal Murder, Modern Reader, Rape/Non-con Elements, in a mess ft naib, kinda based on the stageplay

Summary:

The days after your last match did not get better. 

You had hoped to get away from Jack after the fiasco caused by his having fun with you during a match with everyone alive.

There was no privacy, and worst everyone, at least only the survivors, knew of the unwanted affair between you and the night stalker.

Sleeping with Naib Subedar did not help, you kept trying, but in the end— Good as the sex was — You felt tainted…  

It horrifies you how Jack has done so much to you that you come to want the roughness— The knife play, blood play, breath play, anything that has you on the edge of life and death while crying. The bastard loves it when you cry in pain.

However, you also realized something, something you kept replaying in your mind. That night with the Mercenary is something you will keep deep in your memories, untouchable by the Ripper.

You felt respected — Probably not the detail you would think to latch onto, but it is true. Naib Subedar had respected you both as a person and your body. 

You hope Naib understands he deserves better, a weak excuse, but you have not been in the best mindset since the whole you and Jack thing started— Jack, who, by chance, you have not seen of late or had letters sent to you by him. Part of you wants to believe this is a chance to escape this strange tango, yet you are also paranoid that this is a trap to sink his blades into your back when you do not expect it. 

Then months passed.

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making someone run for their life from you in a labyrinth can be foreplay

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this is about procrastinating. or executive dysfunction. i think

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Lala Bingle sent you $10 for yummy sneats

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High res. Equestrian Club wear Silver base card

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HAPPY FIRST EVER INTERNATIONAL AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY