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Trying to decide if my obsession with Hazbin Hotel is enough to start writing fanfic again 😂

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@swagmaster87

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Okay but.....that's hot

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Not me #LosingIt right now 😭😍😭😍😭

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😍

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Not me using Talkie to keep Kamilah Sayeed alive 😂

https://talkie-ai.com/share/chat?npc_id=130475421859913&share_user_id=126202232049836

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i thought i would hate guinivere but now i am just crushed i can't choose both LI's 😂

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This book stole all my diamonds.

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The shot rips through your side, pieces breaking off and bouncing around your organs like a pinball.

Kaplow! You hear in your head as it tears through an artery. You picture the lights and fanfare, knowing you'll bleed out in a matter of minutes.

The bullet exits, its force sending you to the wet cement. The wind is forced out of your lungs, your head bounces off the ground.

You hear her before you see her. The way her wail rips through the sky, you're surprised it doesn't split the heavens in two. She collapses at your side, hands shooting to the sea of red already growing too wide.

"No, no, no," she mutters, hands quickly stained as she tries, and fails, to stop the bleeding. Your eyes linger on her face, a small smile forming on your lips. She won't look at you.

"You're so god-damned beautiful," you say, already feeling too light. Too cold.

"Shut up," she says, finally meeting your gaze. She's smiling and crying, hands shaking, lip trembling.

"Give me a minute," you say with a chuckle. It hurts, but It's worth it.

"Why the hell did you have to get yourself shot?" she asks, her voice breaking. Joke all you want, you can't take away her pain. And she can't save you.

"Anything -" you say, coughing on blood - "for you, kid."

She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "Then stay alive," she pleads. You nod, gently, remembering what your mom used to say.

It's okay to lie if it's for a good reason.

Every breath hurts more than you remember. Your eyelids feel heavy.

"I love you," you mumble. You're the first to say it, but you have to let her know how you feel. You need her to know.

She sucks in a deep breath. "God damn it," she says, hands balled in fists. "I love you too, please..."

You're trying, fighting, willing yourself to keep your promise. "If love were enough," you think. She chokes on a sob, and you realize it was more than a thought.

"I'm sorry," she gasps, kissing your forehead. Your cheeks, your nose, tears falling onto your eyelids. "I love you, fuck!"

No, no, no.

You plead with any god that might be listening, desperate to stay. The mantra repeats, in time with your stilling heart.

No - thud - no - thud - no - no - no!

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One shots

Max.

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max.

Trigger Warning: Suicidal ideation, self harm, abuse

Some days I wish I was dead. Other days, I wish I was back there: your hand twisted in my hair, my neck contorted at just the right angle to see your dark coal eyes as you utter obscenities and remind me I am no one. And that wish... makes me wish I was dead.

I can’t feel love unless it hurts. I know it’s not healthy, I know you fucked me for any good person that comes my way. Who would want to stay with someone who wishes they were having the shit beat out of them instead of being the little spoon?

I fill my days trying to recreate the pain. I make a living from self-harm and tell my story in scars - up my arms, at the base of my skull, right below my third rib, above my left eyebrow, too high on my inner thigh. Momma told me men were nasty motherfuckers. She said not to trust them, not to love them. But you talked as sweet as honey and I lapped you up with my tongue.

I can still taste the blood from when you bit into it, that manic grin when I pulled back and slapped you across the face.

That is to say - I miss you. 

I haven’t felt alive since you left me. Drove the car straight off the bridge...I know you didn’t expect me to survive. I don’t know if I even should have. I’m nothing without you.

You were a nasty motherfucker, but you were mine and I was yours. I don’t know why my entire fucking existence is intertwined with your madness, but I’m not sure how to be me without your fist flying through the air.

You always kissed me after. One kiss for every contact you made, every bruise you left, every insult you hurled. Our makeup sex was out of this fucking world.

They stuck me in therapy, trying to fix me. And I guess it makes sense, because I know there’s nothing logical or sane about the way I ache at the mention of your name. Your absence is like a hole in the fabric of my reality and I can barely breathe.

I hate what you’ve done to me. But more than anything I hate that you’re gone.

And I fucking miss you.

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I'm so excited about this very depressed rainbow!

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TW: Suicidal ideation, death

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Every night it was the same dream. Darkness, and shadows, and her. Death never seemed so appealing as when He stood by her side. Then, she could make Hell itself enviable. Hell -

It had been days. How many, Amy couldn't say. But it didn't matter, really. Even a second in a world where she didn't exist was far too long.

The group came, and went, in their own time. They'd separated the hours between them, afraid to leave her alone. She'd told them it wasn't necessary, that she wouldn't do anything. But even then she hadn't the energy to lie convincingly.

No, truth be told, she'd join her in a heartbeat.

Death was cloaked, face hidden, as always. Her fingers entwined with his black gloved hand, her features darker, more striking. Her eyes were almost black, a far cry from the liquid gold that had watched Amy with desire. Amy tried to move towards her, but she was paralyzed. Unable to move, unable to speak - but it didn't stop the tears that streamed down her face.

The loop continued, just as it had every night since. Amy watched helplessly as the black robe stepped forward, Kamilah mirroring His movements like a marionette.

"This isn't right", thought Amy. "This isn't her."

Kamilah faltered, then, an interruption to the perfectly choreographed dream sequence. Something...new? Her eyes met Amy's, and for just a moment she saw her there. Her Kami.

But quickly as it happened, the black eyes returned and she dropped her gaze to the floor. Amy shifted her focus to Death, whose back was irregularly stiff. It seemed like hours that they stood there, no movement, no noise, just the fabric of the dream folding in on itself. Until...

Slowly, the black robe turned, bringing himself to face Amy. She stood, frozen in place, as He approached. He was only a few feet away when his black gloved hands reached up, pulling back the hood of his cloak.

There, where the face of the fourth horseman Himself should be, were two familiar bronze eyes.

"No," Amy thought, rage and panic dwelling inside her. The face before her grinned like the cheshire cat. He slowly raised his hand, stroking Amy's cheek.

"I've finally got my Queen," he said in a hoarse voice.

"No!!" Amy shrieked, jolting upright. "No, no, no!"

Lily crossed the room in two steps, enveloping Amy in her arms. "It's okay, Ames," she cooed. "It was just a dream."

Amy's eyes settled on the other side of the bed, cold and empty.

"No," she replied. "It's not."

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Idk if any of these folks still care to read, but -

Tag list: @h-doodles @scarlet-letter-a0114 @wildsayeed @lightning-fury  @blogsupitssam   @la-guera-69  @iam-the-fuckin-queen @sheyah @lifesadance96 @theoblivionforest @sayeedbound  @kamilahismyqueen @vonda-b-real @freespiritdani

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What i meant was,that they dont tag you Anywhere

Seems like ....

Nothing

I was just curious.

Oh, I dunno. Probably because I haven't been active. 🤷‍♂️

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Why you are so distanced from other fics writers?

Hm, not sure what you mean. It's been a while since I've written any fanfic, so I haven't been terribly active in the community as a whole.

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'Sup?

Hiya. Not much. What's up with you?