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Me looking for yandere content the moment I step foot in any new fandom

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I need 40 fanfics on my plate hot and ready only the finest of dining can satisfy my hunger!!

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Jashtober day 2: Astral

He laid there staring at the sky. He remembered how the stars shined brightly at the beginning. Back then he was so hopeful. He had dreamed of being special. But now the stars have dimmed. The shades of greens and blues have darkened. What went wrong? He didn’t really know, but he knew what he had to do. He knew they needed to try again.

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Honestly I feel the same. And what else can he even do with them? We know everything. The only thing left is if they break the loop, but then they’d probably just die.

would it be mean to say that i hope cj doesnt do anymore cccc/hms songs? i feel like it would really limit his creativity... i dont know him (obviously) but he seems like the type of guy who would not enjoy doing something just because the fans want it

plus dude dedicated 20+ songs to them so maybe they should be retired (this is not me saying "boo hms suck shut up about them". songs are still bangers and i still like the characters 🙏🏽)

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Mind in StAAS always looks like I kicked his sandcastle or hes about to kick over mine

Like what is ur deal dude

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This did actually get me for a second

Omg y’alls!!

CCCC Vol. 2 just came out totally real!! 3 am!! Super real not clickbait!! (Gone wrong)

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i need them biblically. at the same time. until the bed breaks. until i can’t see straight.

gif by : @icaxrus

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Heart is left handed.

Left handed people are seen as bad and he kinda manipulated. Left handed people use their right side of their brain (and Bo told me in a song once that the right side is more emotional).

Mind is right handed. He used the left side of his brain (the logical side). He would be better at math and science. Would most likely make fun of Heart for left handed struggles like using scissors.

Soul uses both hands. Since he’s like a mixture of the two. Plus he plays the piano so it helps. He would get the logical side and the emotional side. Plus these people have a higher rate of metal disorders and we all know he’s not in the right mental place.

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When she left me for dead I was so mad I went back and let Jack kill her

I'd boot this bastard so hard in the balls the next three generations of his family would feel it.

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Are you ever gonna finish the kinktober?

Maybe idk. I have half of them half written as drafts but never get the urge to finish them. I might make it just normal oneshotes and no kinktober.

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This is so me

Valentine’s Day tomorrow? I don’t need a Valentine I have my delusions to keep me company GET OVER HERE REN HANA FROM BTD

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I am hearing you out

ID LOVE THIS

listen, listen hear me out

Chonny's charming chaos compendium x reader or just headcanons of them...

look I love those four, please hear me out...

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meow

That’s what I’m saying

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How much to hit it? 😁

If you could ask Z a question.... what would it be? 👀

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Smut with a polyamorous relationship 😐 ok then

tag your results!

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Working on my Micheal costume for Halloween. Painting the horns and tail pice.

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Kinktober day 3. Bootworship

Strade x gender neutral reader

Trigger warning: kidnapping, dehumanization, noncon/dubcon, google translated German, petplay, collaring and leashes

I looked up at him as he yanked on the leash. The collar around my neck, meant for a large dog and not a human, already starting to leave bruises on my neck. My arms strained as he pulled me against the rope.

"Good little Maus" He pulled more on the leash making it difficult to breathe. "Keep being a good little Maus ok?" His sadistic smile never left his face. He loosened his grip on the leash, causing some of it to fall to the floor. I sigh, having the ability to breathe somewhat normal again.

Suddenly, he stomps on the leash. My head falls almost hitting the floor, my arms straining even more than before. My face is face to face with his boot. I couldn't move, I could only look at it.

"It's been a while since I got my boots cleaned. You wouldn't mind helping me would you?"

"w-what?"

"Let me be more clear Liebling," He got off the leash and crouched down to my level, "Clean. My. Boots."

I look at him confused and scared. What did he mean? I don't know how to clean boots, especially when I'm tied to a damn poll. "H-how?"

He stood back.

"With your mouth."

I look back at his boots. With my mouth? He wants me to clean his bloodstained, and who knows what else is on them, with my mouth?

"Go on"

What do I do? Do I lick his boots, or do I take whatever torture plan he has? I could feel him slightly tug on the leash. Get a disease or die a slow, painful death? Neither sounds fun but one definitely sounds better.

I stick my tongue out and lick the boot. It tasted dusty, metallically, and overall gross. But I didn't stop. I keep licking the toe on his boot.

"Good Maus, good little Maus. Keep going."

I lick the sides of his boot. It doesn't clean them, just makes it wet. I couldn't see his face, I didn't want to see his face. This is embarrassing.

He tugs on the leash causing my head to move away from the boot. I yelp as I get pulled back to look up at him. "You did such a good job, Liebling too bad they'll just have to get dirty again. He moved closer, moving his foot between my legs. "You don't mind helping with that either do you?" He slides it to my crouch.

"Go on little Maus, dirty them." He keeps a tight grip so I can't look away from him. My face goes red with embarrassment. I slowly start to grind on the boot. It felt rough and still damp. But what I hated the most about it, was it felt pleaserful. We just kept making eye contact as I slowly grinded against his boot.

"Look at you, falling apart on my boot. Such a slutty little maus." I felt embarrassed, but soon the feeling went down lower. Making me speed up. I keep grinding like some kind of dog in heat. He grinds at my quiet moans.

I speed up as I feel myself coming undone. It doesn't take long before I cum all over the boot. I stop grinding and just look at him panting.

"Oh what a mess. Clean it up"