#guess game

[k3ndraa]

HEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHOOOHHOHOHOHOHOOH !! -*gunshot*

[phyto54]

Guess on which member of shiratorizawa will be my next fic ?

[pansnovidinnia]

young book!Geralt in someone else's shirt. wanna guess who's it is? 👁️

[ionlypostmymeemocs]

@another-delta-lover inspired me to play this game!

GUESS MY TOP 5 TF2 SHIPS!

Let's see if you can win!

[m0thisonfire]

[akuryuuka]

Palettes:

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[nxtbbx]

Hmmm, for the guess game: I guess that you’d like to receive birthday spankings from a partner

True ✅️

[waterandsilver]

"isn't it unrealistic that every time some rebellion shit goes on in District 12 it's someone related to or connected to Lucy Gray" no because Snow committed the cardinal sin of dating someone from a big family in a small town

[infohazardouz]

out of character but i think he should be allowed to do this

out of frame is anya preparing a salt and lime solution for his wounds and swansea mysteriously losing his OTHER hammer

[lessmouse]

task complete - sing karaoke

[teem-boo]

had to get this out of my system. good game.

[i--ihavemoney]

Oh, fire in my blood

I only said that we could be light

[rainbow-taishi]

When your faves barely have any content

[incomprehensible-rabbit]

Observations from the mouthwashing fandom

[melmodest]

Sometimes everything seems easy and maybe everything is, but each time I start believing in easy, everything comes crashing down on me in a form of avalanche tide from the mountain the rope I've been clutching onto is hanging from.

The tide is pristine white like a paper laying untouched on the desk of a study awaiting to be claimed, it's a purification blast purging the corrosives from the surface.

Another reset. Another restart. Another game over.

I can't eat much. My digesting skills are plummeting.

I can't speak much. My eloquence has been on low battery.

I can't cry too. I am too loud to be allowed to.

I smile instead.

The voices echoing from the invisible walls of my cell are telling me that I'm doing well obeying them, I am a good dog following my master's orders, wiggling my tail at a mere praise I can elicit from them. When I get lost, I need to be dragged around, so I won't disappear.

The phone never rings, everyone is convinced I need time alone far from the noise, and they are not wrong, but under my spell I've put on them years prior.

The silence is more of a foe than a friend. I have trapped myself in a constant replay sewing my lips and doing well.

I lie. And I don't.

It's a guess board game 'which of the two' each day.

I know. You don't.

I put a spell on me first.

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