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i always convince myself i dont sound that weird and then i go out in the world and get involved in anything longer than transactional small talk and its like ohhh thats right ive only been hanging out with gay people who speak in riddles

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very funny that the symptoms of blood loss include making you more uncoordinated and cognitively impaired. look at me i'm so cute and helpless and fucking dying.

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thinking about The Character

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went to freakville and everyone said they knew you

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The real reason nobody sees me in my f/os media source is because I’m keeping house. While they’re out doing whatever the plot requires of them, I’m making sure they have a cozy home and warm meal to come home to at the end of it all 🥰

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Aesthetic for my reaperfam au ❤️💙💜 (red wife + blue wife = purple son, lol)

(og reaper Alois edit here)

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Found several packs' worth of pokemon cards strewn across a target parking lot and took a pic to show my friends without realizing how much my outfit elevated the scene to "aftermath of a wizard duel"

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"Imagine your otp" Thank you very much I'll do that right now! *imagines me and my f/o(s)*

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Nosy ass plant

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fyi if we’re mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms

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my partner is only 40 but nestled within him is the soul of an elderly man

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whenever I like your self ship posts, please imagine me holding up pompoms and yelling "YEAH!!!!" every time.

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going back to my roots by making my s/i "overpowered" bc canon is mine

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everybody be quiet it's my listening to music and maladaptive daydreaming time

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Just a tiny little idea I had for the reaperwives I had and wanted to write it down. However, it does include some of my person HCs about the kuro reapers + their dispatch, if anyone is into that! 💙❤️

Trigger warnings for death, suicide, basically all the shit you can expect from kuro by now, lol.

(I was so proud of this I also have it posted to A03)

Every time the lights flickered in the reaper dispatch, each and every one of the undead would catch their breath if they still could.

The lights went out often, it was all done on purpose of course, just one more punishment to add to the list, just one more thing to make them all regret their final life decision, or, ever only in secret, think that perhaps 136649 was correct in his abandonment.

The lights flickered again, and the pair of wives sitting outside William’s office both squirmed in uncomfort, waiting with fake bated breath for the second flicker, and then……….

The lights went out completely.

The dispatch wide reaction to this was always a collective groan of annoyance, something very similar to the groan of the walking dead that had been on the Campania. Most hated that sound, Reaper K included. It reminded them a little too much of what they really were, which was exactly why the frustrated cries of “oh come on!” or “now?!” that accompanied it made her smile.

Her wife, ever the gorgeous redhead, nudged her shoulder, and when she turned her head Grell’s mouth was moving, but her words were muffled, far away even though they were side-by-side.

The French transplant held up one hand. “Hold that thought,” she told her beloved, even her own voice sounding warped.

Tilting her head to one side she hit the water out of her ear with the other, then tilted her head to the other side and repeated the same motion.

No longer waterlogged, the sounds of the complaining dead now filled her ears with crystal clarity. In fact, here came Ronnie, who had hung himself, the nasty black and purple collar of a bruise seeming to somehow look worse and worse with each heavy, deep-throated hack as he walked along, so strongly and violently it was as if he was about to throw up.

“How often does that happen?” Her wife asked her in the dark, and oh, even as a rotting corpse she was still the most beautiful thing Reaper K had ever seen.

“No more often than that,” she replied, pointing to Grell’s wrists where the stitching had come undone yet again and was bleeding profusely.

“Shit,” the readhead swore, lifting her slit wrist to her mouth and holding it closed with her teeth as she slapped around with her other hand for the needle and thread she kept in one of her pockets.

Her wife’s hands were there imminently, fishing the needle and thread — red, of course — out of the correct pocket on the first try before taking Grell’s bleeding hand from her mouth and beginning to stitch without a word.

Grell simply stared at her wife, letting her opposite hand hang over the side of her chair, waiting it’s turn.

It was right then, of course, that William decided to ruin their moment. He had jumped, which meant as long as the lights were out his one dead leg dragged useless behind him, and leaving the room had taken forever. “Walking” through the door the wives had been waiting beside, ready to tell them their punishment had been decided, instead the first thing he noticed was the mess Sutcliff was making.

“You’re bleeding all over the floor,” he chastised through broken and shattered teeth.

The two wives, both red and blue, snarled at him in return. One woman’s teeth far, far too sharp, her wife’s full of silverfish.

And just as one, or both, was about to bite back……….

The lights came back on, and all was well once more.

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finally have some free time where i don't need to do anything for finals so of course im watching deadpool and wolverine for the 16th time