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life gettin so boring im about to start acting insane to be a main character in a reddit story

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'nother day, 'nother groomer

(squid.octo)

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i have no idea who corey is, but sure

oc lore? More likely than you'd think.

(There's already a vinyl on the record player, not one you recognize. You put the needle on the disc. There's a long silence before a voice, probably male, starts.)

"Could you tell me about these people? Start with that woman you talked about, Corey."

"I mean, Corey's always been introverted. That's what we told ourselves, I mean, it isn't really easy coming to terms with being dead, especially with her kind of death. A tragic accident, at least that's what the responders on the scene called it. I dont think they believed it, let alone us. That shrapnel was wedged into her neck deeper than anything a 'car crash' should be able to do. She doesn't remember, or that's what she tells me. I think we know that isn't true, but I haven't asked anyone."

"Interesting. And what would you say about some of the others?"

"Well, Jamie's a lot more open about their death. They say they were okay with it, happy even. Three years in and out of the hospital? That's rough. They think their family might be somewhere here, but in this hellhole, you can't find anyone. They seem fine, but you can't trust anything people say down here. Oh- sorry, no, im- I promise I'm being totally truthful about all this. I wouldnt-"

"I understand. Oh, just for the record, whats your name?"

"Oh- yeah, Chevron. I've been down here long enough that I'm not sure what the rest was."

"Mister Chevron. Theres someone you mentioned earlier, an Aren Jackson? "

"Yeah, River. He's been a little less up-front about his death. Especially with how Claude gets when he talks about it-"

"Why do you call him river?"

"Oh, i uh... I think we started calling him that after he started spending most of his time near the River Park. He likes it there, I think it was where him and Claude had their last date before... y'know."

"Hmm. I guess that means this place mirrors the real world?"

"In a way. It's a lot more... sparce, here. I dont remember much, but I remember a lot more buildings."

"Hm. So do I. How did they die? Claude and River."

"Claude went first. Someone thought it would be funny to try and trigger his allergies, I guess they tought it was minor, but he had to go to the hospital. Too late though, and he died. River went after. Suicide. Claude was the only thing holding him together at that point, what with his family and everything else."

"Is there anyone else here?"

"Well, other than you, there's Gianna. She's been here for a long time, longer than me. She's been working on a way out of here for a while, but between you and me, I think she's kinda given up. I know I did. You were asking about her death, though, right? Yeah, she died in an actual accident, not one like Corey's where they didnt want to look into it. She was a little bit of a thrill seeker, so skydiving seemed fun to her. I think you can fill in the blanks."

"I suppose i can. I just have one last question. What about your death?"

(There's an intake of breath before the vinyl ends.)

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whatever you say bbg...

oc lore? More likely than you'd think.

(There's already a vinyl on the record player, not one you recognize. You put the needle on the disc. There's a long silence before a voice, probably male, starts.)

"Could you tell me about these people? Start with that woman you talked about, Corey."

"I mean, Corey's always been introverted. That's what we told ourselves, I mean, it isn't really easy coming to terms with being dead, especially with her kind of death. A tragic accident, at least that's what the responders on the scene called it. I dont think they believed it, let alone us. That shrapnel was wedged into her neck deeper than anything a 'car crash' should be able to do. She doesn't remember, or that's what she tells me. I think we know that isn't true, but I haven't asked anyone."

"Interesting. And what would you say about some of the others?"

"Well, Jamie's a lot more open about their death. They say they were okay with it, happy even. Three years in and out of the hospital? That's rough. They think their family might be somewhere here, but in this hellhole, you can't find anyone. They seem fine, but you can't trust anything people say down here. Oh- sorry, no, im- I promise I'm being totally truthful about all this. I wouldnt-"

"I understand. Oh, just for the record, whats your name?"

"Oh- yeah, Chevron. I've been down here long enough that I'm not sure what the rest was."

"Mister Chevron. Theres someone you mentioned earlier, an Aren Jackson? "

"Yeah, River. He's been a little less up-front about his death. Especially with how Claude gets when he talks about it-"

"Why do you call him river?"

"Oh, i uh... I think we started calling him that after he started spending most of his time near the River Park. He likes it there, I think it was where him and Claude had their last date before... y'know."

"Hmm. I guess that means this place mirrors the real world?"

"In a way. It's a lot more... sparce, here. I dont remember much, but I remember a lot more buildings."

"Hm. So do I. How did they die? Claude and River."

"Claude went first. Someone thought it would be funny to try and trigger his allergies, I guess they tought it was minor, but he had to go to the hospital. Too late though, and he died. River went after. Suicide. Claude was the only thing holding him together at that point, what with his family and everything else."

"Is there anyone else here?"

"Well, other than you, there's Gianna. She's been here for a long time, longer than me. She's been working on a way out of here for a while, but between you and me, I think she's kinda given up. I know I did. You were asking about her death, though, right? Yeah, she died in an actual accident, not one like Corey's where they didnt want to look into it. She was a little bit of a thrill seeker, so skydiving seemed fun to her. I think you can fill in the blanks."

"I suppose i can. I just have one last question. What about your death?"

(There's an intake of breath before the vinyl ends.)

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this reminds me of something....

oc lore? More likely than you'd think.

(There's already a vinyl on the record player, not one you recognize. You put the needle on the disc. There's a long silence before a voice, probably male, starts.)

"Could you tell me about these people? Start with that woman you talked about, Corey."

"I mean, Corey's always been introverted. That's what we told ourselves, I mean, it isn't really easy coming to terms with being dead, especially with her kind of death. A tragic accident, at least that's what the responders on the scene called it. I dont think they believed it, let alone us. That shrapnel was wedged into her neck deeper than anything a 'car crash' should be able to do. She doesn't remember, or that's what she tells me. I think we know that isn't true, but I haven't asked anyone."

"Interesting. And what would you say about some of the others?"

"Well, Jamie's a lot more open about their death. They say they were okay with it, happy even. Three years in and out of the hospital? That's rough. They think their family might be somewhere here, but in this hellhole, you can't find anyone. They seem fine, but you can't trust anything people say down here. Oh- sorry, no, im- I promise I'm being totally truthful about all this. I wouldnt-"

"I understand. Oh, just for the record, whats your name?"

"Oh- yeah, Chevron. I've been down here long enough that I'm not sure what the rest was."

"Mister Chevron. Theres someone you mentioned earlier, an Aren Jackson? "

"Yeah, River. He's been a little less up-front about his death. Especially with how Claude gets when he talks about it-"

"Why do you call him river?"

"Oh, i uh... I think we started calling him that after he started spending most of his time near the River Park. He likes it there, I think it was where him and Claude had their last date before... y'know."

"Hmm. I guess that means this place mirrors the real world?"

"In a way. It's a lot more... sparce, here. I dont remember much, but I remember a lot more buildings."

"Hm. So do I. How did they die? Claude and River."

"Claude went first. Someone thought it would be funny to try and trigger his allergies, I guess they tought it was minor, but he had to go to the hospital. Too late though, and he died. River went after. Suicide. Claude was the only thing holding him together at that point, what with his family and everything else."

"Is there anyone else here?"

"Well, other than you, there's Gianna. She's been here for a long time, longer than me. She's been working on a way out of here for a while, but between you and me, I think she's kinda given up. I know I did. You were asking about her death, though, right? Yeah, she died in an actual accident, not one like Corey's where they didnt want to look into it. She was a little bit of a thrill seeker, so skydiving seemed fun to her. I think you can fill in the blanks."

"I suppose i can. I just have one last question. What about your death?"

(There's an intake of breath before the vinyl ends.)

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mmm femtynal...

Transfem ladies what are yall putting in your music

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I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

daily affirmations <333

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

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uuuuuuuugh gooonin

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daily affirmations <333

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it

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more oc yappin

... I can't do this anymore, every day I make feels like a year, my skin feels like a burden I carry around each day. And along with that Pinta reached out to me, I feel like going back to her, back to the pills, back to the headphones, back to the torture, but at least I could be numb. I hate to admit it... but I have to come to the reality, I'm rotting. On bottles of painkillers everyday just to barely not collapse, but I'm out, I could drive to the pharmacy, but it'd be best to drive right to the hospital after... But I'm in such a condition that I'd be immediately scooped over to ICU, their'd be too many questions from my friends, James would ask where I was, Angelica would ask if i was okay, Luke would get all sappy... I wouldn't want to do that to Alex, he can barely handle loud noises without getting violent. And as I collasped on stage all I could think about was her... when my life flashed before my eyes all I felt was shame for not being able to say goodbye to the one person who made me feel as if i wasn't a blight on this world. And as i just stared into the blinding stage lights I didn't feel sad or angry, just envy, envy for my dance partner who could who hold a pose without running out of breath, envy for Angelica who could make it through a set without coughing up blood. I despised myself for thinking this way... but i still long to walk around and feel pins throughout my body, and as I felt Angelica running to my side on stage, I just wanted to close my eyes and never wake up. Even with the ache in my chest i still felt like i needed to keep going, not for myself, but for the audience, to perform for a audience is a honor, and the worst thing you could on stage... is fail for them.

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ahh i give the best advice

@penutsock hold me ao3 is down

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ahhh i give the best advice

@penutsock hold me ao3 is down

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just make up smut in your head bbg

@penutsock hold me ao3 is down

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silly ocs

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idk

Her room was coated in a thick black mold, circles of red, we all thought but knew was blood, the sticky liquid dripping down the walls the only thing in there was a bed, she sat in the middle of the room surrounded by a spoon, lighter, and powder, her pink overall dress spread across her. I guess none of us really saw her room but then again she never asked for anything, she was always distant, the saddest thing though was in every corner of the room was piles of candy, we all thought we were done with Pinta and her crew, i mean James and Angelica barely even brought up Poory, Stiters, but the short alien got back in contact with that crazy pinata lady. her eyes glazed over but when she noticed us she clearly got scared, her breathing got heavy, she frantically backed up into a corner, clutching her chest. She wasn't ready for people to see how she lived, but her room wasn't the biggest problem, we never saw her forearms or calves. always covered with socks, pants, skirts, but she never changed her elbow length gloves. Her arms were pitch black and goopy and bruised, her nails long, sharp, and disheveled. it looked like she was trying to hold onto the crusty walls like all of her friends were animal control and she was a feral cat in a daycare. her arms sticking to the walls. her light green hair was no longed filled with volume and joy, but stringy and greasy. Sure she hadn't come out of her room in days, but we all thought she was just... resting, she was constantly tired and frail but hid it poorly. Not like we could sense Alex somehow always knew when we tried to check on her. He always *was* protective of his sister. i mean he thought everyone new they met was just a part 2 of whoever hurt them in the past. he was more calm now, but still couldn't stand to see his sister hurt. But we were all so deep in thought in the moldy room we didn't notice Alex standing in the doorway, he seemed paralyzed, in shock that the closest person he knew kept this from him. when he snapped out of it he shoved past me and James, just to see his sister shaking in a corner filled with candy, like she thought would be thrown out, hit, screamed at. "GET OUT", Alex yelled, not mad but stern, we all walked out. And just stood there, Angelica biting her nails, her best friend was keeping this from her? James sat down running his hands through his hair, still paralyzed in thought. Alex eventually walked out the room with Anggie in his arms still shaking. He laid her down on the couch next to james and walked outside. She was rotting.

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penut redesign

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Uhhh I drew ur old sona and I wasn't sure if u were ok with me posting it? I drew it a long time ago and I just traced it digitally

cunnnnttty 👅👅👅