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“what is, what is…L…….M…….A, O?”

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only jon bernthal makes manspreading look sexy

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I drew a comic of the funniest thing that’s ever happened to me while playing among us. It was me, five of my friends, two randos (yellow and black) and this guy Pupu. He did not speak much English, called an emergency meeting to tell us he loved us, and in one round did THIS. We still have no idea how he knew, as Jacob hadn’t killed anyone and we had only been playing for 15 seconds. I miss you Pupu you absolute madlad

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Me after No Way Home:

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Quill: When you said "magical in bed" this isn't exactly what I was exp-

Scott: *holds up 8 of hearts* Is this your card?

Quill: *softly* Holy shit.

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HAVE SOME ART BESTIES

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i love my silly little internet friends hey silly internet friends if you see this. i love you

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Darkstache for "I cant remember" and "I cant help it"?

Dark is recalcitrant.

Tags: @tiny-yan-an @darkstache-iplier @bing-iplier @storm337 @sketchy-scribs-n-doods @pixelenchanter @itsjustkyss @darkiplurrr @darksaceofshadows @moonysmayhem @xpouii @projectwkm @sororia04s @purple-anxiety-blog @rabbitsartcorner @tried-my-best @endangered-cryptid

Prompt 6 / 20: “I can’t remember.” / “I can’t help it.”

He did what he could; he worked. He worked as the rotted bones in his broken body shifted and settled, promising pinched nerves and perhaps even paralysis should he decide to stand up or move.

What was the point of all this work? Dark’s shoulders hunched a fraction, nothing more. He clenched his jaw as his shell threatened to crack. What was the point of any of this?

Sometime past midnight. A puff of pink, a bright pink flash. Wilford appeared at his shoulder, far too close for comfort. But that’s just how Wilford was.

“Time for a break,” he remarked, after a moment during which Dark stoically ignored him. He leaned over to pluck the pen from Dark’s hand, tossing it aside and, easily brushing off the scathing glare he gets in return, took Dark’s hands and pulled him to his feet.

“Rough day?” He asked, voice softening when Dark’s jaw tightened and his eyes squeezed shut against the pain sent jolting down his neck and back at the sudden movement. Wilford adjusted his stance so that he largely supported Dark’s weight, pulling the entity flush to his chest. His yellow shirt began to flicker gray as Dark’s aura seeped into the fabric. “We can’t be having that, now can we?”

Dark growled out a curse, but Wilford ignored him. He snapped his fingers and soft piano music began playing from nowhere. “Let’s dance, Darkie,” he said, and guided Dark out to the empty, minimalist floor of his office, gently swaying them back and forth like they were middle schoolers at their first dance.

This was demeaning. Dark immediately attempted to pull away, but Wilford’s grip-- gentle, firm-- kept him solidly locked in place. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?” He demanded, his outline rippling red-blue-black. Splitting at the seams.

Wilford shrugged. Grinned an easy, lazy grin. “I can’t remember.”

Dark bared his teeth. Animalistic. “Why do you even bother?”

Wilford’s eyes flashed. He dipped his head to press a kiss to Dark’s cheek. “Because I can’t help it,” he murmured.

Dark quieted. So did his aura; it withdrew back into him, leaving Wilford’s shirt as yellow as it was before. He didn’t say anything else, but he did rest his forehead on Wilford’s shoulder as they continued to dance.

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im cleaning out my inbox and find this. @the-stardust-sys

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no because im sick of this ngl

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Authors are freaks. Steven king freaky, freaky little minx that man is.

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you have to understand kittens will be tiny sometimes and that is because they are small

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