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chapter 3 woowoo, imagine if I'm actually consistent with my fics for once?

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I stopped believing in a god years ago If he loved he wouldn’t abandon my prayer But than I met you

Your words so sweet I didn’t realize the sunshine was burning me I worshiped you, you could do wrong Every apology filled with poison, I forgave

I was blinded by your light I couldn’t see the sheepish grin filled with wolves teeth Your serpents tongue Scorned me more then those who bruised me before

I hate the way I miss your laugh it makes my ears bleed delightfully I hate the way I wish you’d call me handsome just one more time I hate the way I miss your voice telling me about your day

I focused on you and not the way your teeth sunk into me I gave so much and you didn’t care

I hate you but I miss you Did I even love you? Did you even love me?

You were god in my eyes And this is a worhippers demise.

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my red flag as a writer is starting a story, stop writing for months, start writing but its a whole nother' wip

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:/ motivation is a bitch

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Intrest and slash or hobby headcanons for the Queens that may or may not be projection.

Lina:

Really likes those crappy sitcoms where everything is predictable and you know it's all going to be okay in the end. Full house and Friends are her favorites, she cries at the last episode everytime she rewatches them.

Also if she gets annoyed or a lot of second hand embarrassment she'll yell at the screen in Spanish. Sometimes the other queens will pop in to check on her when she yells, they end up watching it with her while snuggling

Anne:

Off and on psychology obsession. She loves learning about how the brain works and even studies cases with Anna to learn about the psychological element of them.

She has lots of books and does tons of research. Asking her about psychology leads you to a rant/ramble that depending may be incoherent to the others

Jane:

She paints, a lot. She has done works hanging around the house and painted walls, she even makes portraits of the others. She's really shy about her work and that really shows just how much she trusts the other queens because every peice she makes they see.

She prefers cool colors and her work tends to leave a calm peaceful atmosphere.

Anna:

A true crime feind. She has loads of books, listens to podcasts, watches documentaries, takes anything she can get her hands on. Her favorite case is the toy box killer, super fucked up but really interesting.

Kat:

Cars! Loves cars and jumps at the chance to fix them. Her dream car is a real beauty, a classic, a 1965 gto.

She fixed a 1970 buick skylark and got it painted pink, that thing is her baby.

Basically a free mechanic for the Queens and Liw. She loves fixing cars and lets her feel in charge for once and not so babied.

Cathy:

She loves wood working and makes little things for the other queens constantly. She has her own shop and everything.

Fun fact! Anne, Anna, and Kitty aren't allowed in her shop when she's burning wood anymore.

Jane occasionally comes and helps her paint projects and figure out what colors pair together and such.

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Wilbur and Friend have been through a lot, and when one says a lot, they mean a lot. Wilbur has spent countless sleeping on his comfort sheep. Wilbur, no matter what version, scurries back to friend one way or another.

The average Valais sheep will live for up to a decade. Friend was no spring chicken...but Wilbur wasn’t worried, it’ll always be him and Friend, even when Tommy and Niki hate him, when he doesn't recognize Fundy anymore. It will always be Wilbur and Friend.

It would be fine, it had to be...right?

When Friend stopped jumping up on the bed because it caused him strain, Wilbur moved on the floor. When he struggled to breathe, Wilbur would pet him and try to soothe him. When he could barely walk, Wilbur took care of his needs. It would be okay.

Then the day came, Wilbur knew it would, that doesn’t mean he wasn’t scared or sad. It was not a sad day objectively. It was almost summer and the sun was at its peak. It was truly a beautiful day yet for Wilbur it was as bad as gloomy stormy weather. Friend was dying, and has been for a while. Everything was wrong, it was supposed to be Wilbur and Friend forever, but it wasn’t. Without Friend, who did Wilbur have? Was he finally alone? All these thoughts passed as he sat there and stroked friend, hoping to bring his dearest friend comfort in his final moments, like Friend did for him all those nights.

Eventually it was over, it was real, Friend was gone, dead. Wilbur hasn’t been so numb since he lost L’manburg.

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[!]Welcome to the writers brain, anything that brain can think of can be found. We got mountains of content, some angst some fluff. If none of it's of interest to you, you'd be first...[!]

Good day or whatever hell dwellers.

[!!!]Who I am[!!!]

Whoever I suppose. I could be a tiny little goblin under your bed who tells you stories whenever I feel like it for all I care.

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[!!!]what I actively write[!!!]

•Original stories

•Six the musical

•Dsmp

•Heathers

•dungeon and daddies

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[!!!]Requests[!!!]

I do in fact take requests. The following is the fandoms I accept requests from.

•Dsmp

•Six

•Bnha

•Toh

•She-ra

•Beetlejuice the musical

•dungeons and daddies

•Assasination Classroom

•Heathers

If you want me to write something for a fandom that isn't here, shoot me an ask or private message, I may or may not do it.

Please remember I have the right to turn down any requests that make me uncomfortable

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