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golbo golbo golbo (say his name three times into the mirror at midnight challenge)

a merry golbo christmas

Golbo

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sinkdog's dream

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cw: gore

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she

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Something about FNAF 3 and Fazbear Frights taking place in 2023 in our current social media landscape

(part 2)

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biden reportedly achieves "hyperlucidity" during debate, sees it all

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she has drip

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relevant

had a dream that I met a wizard and we fell in love and became unhealthily attached to each other so we decided to meld into one single creature together but the process was horrifically slow and painful and most of the dream was us lying in bed holding hands while lesions opened up in our skin and seeped out blue and green fluid and the wizard said "this is going to take a very very long time" and I said "that's ok"

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again

Ten minutes.

"No one makes me feel like you do." He slurs into my ear, grasping at my shoulders like a newborn.

I stare into his eyes as liquid wells at the bottom eyelid, covers the surface like a lacquer. I'm a little annoyed. He doesn't usually do this, it's not typical behavior. This time I was really looking for something quicker, dirtier.

He pushes harder into me, whispers nothings into my ear, gets his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder. He's biting really hard now.

Liquid warmth, bodily in heat, crawls down my side.

That's my blood, I'm thinking to myself. I'm excited at first, thinking I might actually get off tonight, but the moment passes, and it's not getting me going like it did the other several times. I'm not even dizzy. Frankly it just hurts.

Another thought, unbidden: He's like a dog having his favorite chew toy taken away.

Stop that.

Five minutes.

"Please don't leave."

"I love you." I breathe the words with my face right at his cheek, where I know he's going to hear it, going to squirm, try to kiss me again.

I lean in to take his lips into mine but at the last second I dip away, even though it's what I wanted. He whimpers into my breast and I can feel his voice resonate in my organs. I'm trying to remember what I'm supposed to say here, but I'm blanking, so I just hold him, stroke his hair, tangle my fingers in his.

Two minutes.

The words come to me, I think. I say, "We'll meet again. It's a small world. I'll find you again. I promise. I will never stop loving you." I'm lying again, but I still can't bring myself to tell him the truth, and what does it matter anyways if he'll never see me again, it's not like he's gonna find me and bring me the consequences on a silver platter I mean really what type of good promise doesn't have a deadline anyways otherwise it's totally unenforceable and shouldn't he really know that by now but of course he won't because he's stupid and he never remembers anything.

Sixty seconds.

He's sobbing into my chest now, biting me, clawing at me, leaving little red halfmoons in my back. I'm out of words. I'm sure I prepared more, but I can't remember anymore. Not that there's time.

He's not supposed to be this emotional. This isn't typical.

It's not his fault.

Ten seconds.

Nine.

For fuck's sake, do something. Anything.

"I--I'm sorry."

Eight.

"God, I'm so sorry."

Seven.

He sniffles, locks me dead in the eye. Shakes his head.

I can't look away (LOOK AWAY STOP DON'T LET HIM SEE YOU WHEN IT HAPPENS)

Three.

Two.

oh my god i remember what it was what i was supposed to

One.

The world winks out like a lightbulb.

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On the back of a receipt, scrawled in ballpoint ink, is a number. Every time I write it now it looks the same, as if my hand's forgotten that the digits could look any other way. The angle of the strokes, the size, the spacing.

I am walking into the store. He'll be at the first register, telling an old lady that they don't accept checks anymore. The receipt is carefully folded in my palm. There needs to be anticipation when he opens it. He needs to see me like a winning lottery ticket.

It's going to be different this time.

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doodles of my girls :3

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v1 ultrakill but fleshy

kinda overdesigned. gonna do a redesign but decided to finish the drawing anyways cuz it was a pain in the ass and i like the vibe

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i drew a weepy little fuckass ultrakill ass dude

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i cant believe its not butter

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test

conclusion: i should have been doing this fucking shit before

ink n wash is soooo fucking nice oml

not perfect but