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Oh.. I saw that new trailer for A.rcane.. BRO VI MY GIRL AAAAAAAA.

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🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 ( a collection of unhinged and relatable things said on discord. feel free to change wording as needed! do not add to the list. )

❛  you know bullying is my love language and you’re still here so… ❜ ❛  i mean... who am i to say no to that. ❜ ❛  hey, some might be into that. i won’t judge. much. ❜ ❛  we can both be dumb but pretty. ❜ ❛  because you wanna know why? fictional men can't disappoint me like real life men can. ❜ ❛ i need someone that’d end the world for me.  ❜ ❛ can’t be sad with dick / pussy. or nice tits.  ❜ ❛  thinking of how they're all old in this movie like wow i love dilfs and milfs. ❜ ❛  he fucking is like a ROACH, CAN'T EVER GET RID OF HIM. ❜ ❛  [name] do not encourage their antics, I BEG OF YOU. ❜ ❛  don't bully me, i'll cry. ❜ ❛  [name]..... why are you such a people pleaser. ❜ ❛  i am an indecisive bitch okay. ❜ ❛  don't squish his TUMMY! ❜ ❛  fair enough but what did you do dumb bitch? ❜ ❛ i have a flyswatter, i will smack him.  ❜ ❛  oh god yeah, add that motherfucker as well... the hate list grows. ❜ ❛  he gets no peace in any universe. ❜ ❛  if they get hurt, they get hurt. ❜ ❛  no love… there is no love in this house. ❜ ❛  truly, the braincells are not in my head. ❜ ❛ i wanna grab his waist. ❜ ❛  they just… need to fuck the anger out. ❜ ❛  could be worse but i'm judging. ❜ ❛ yes, oil me up baby.  ❜ ❛  don't you shush me. ❜ ❛  how dare you make me NOT distracted. ❜ ❛  i'm sure you've seen each other naked before, this is nothing new. ❜ ❛  suffer. ❜ ❛  i ... fucking THIEF. ❜ ❛  old men are just superior. ❜ ❛  sometimes people just deserve to be stabbed. ❜ ❛  bisexuals don't sit normally. ❜ ❛  i never said i was smart. ❜ ❛  what am i to say about this? want me to kiss your booboos better? ❜ ❛  JOKES ON YOU, I ACTUALLY DO, AHAHAHAHA. ❜ ❛  we both know you have a mask kink. ❜ ❛  kick him six feet under. ❜ ❛  to be fair i only killed those at the gate. ❜ ❛  well sooooorry, can't all be goody-two-shoes like [name]. ❜ ❛  i'm gonna murder you. ❜ ❛  it's because you're OLD. ❜ ❛  we're just ... too nice for our own good. ❜ ❛  and then you got sweaty [name] out here going batshit crazy and killing a whole building of people. ❜ ❛  we are in fact too dumb and yet here we are. ❜ ❛  actually i'm a liar, i'd let a lot of men get it. ❜ ❛  oOP NOT ME SEEING ANOTHER VIDEO/PICTURE AND I THINK HE'S FINGERING HER. ❜ ❛  he's adorable when he isn't being a gremlin and trying to randomly bite me. ❜ ❛  it’s in my contract of existing to bully everyone. ❜ ❛  well clearly you enjoy it since you’re still here. ❜ ❛  feeling a little called out? ❜ ❛  anything can be a dildo if you're brave enough. ❜

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     Snake, caught in the moment, doesn't immediately pull away. There's a pause, an intensity in his eyes that Kaz can't quite read. The weight of the kiss lingers between them, not just because of the alcohol or the tension in the room, but something deeper, something that both of them have been skirting around for longer than either would care to admit.

     Snake finally blinks, and the silence stretches as his hand moves slowly, almost cautiously, to Kaz's wrist. His grip is firm but not aggressive as he gently pulls Kaz's hand away from his shirt, though he doesn't move any further back. He leans in just enough for their foreheads to almost touch, his voice low and gravelly, carrying that familiar tone of calm under pressure.

     “Kaz,” he says, a warning, but not unkind. There’s something unreadable in his voice, and then Snake, with his usual unflinching demeanour, smirks. “If you were trying to distract the target, I’d say you succeeded.”

     But there’s no mockery in his words, only observation. His eye remain locked with Kaz’s, and there’s a moment where everything else seems to fade — the noise, the stares, the mission itself. For the first time in what feels like forever, Snake seems... present, and maybe even a little curious. His hand lingers a second longer before finally releasing Kaz entirely.

     “We’ll deal with the fallout later,” he mutters, a hint of amusement in his tone, though his expression remains serious. Snake straightens up, shifting his focus back to the target.

The Boss's actions need not be seen — It's the Boss's words that say all that needs to be said. You know what to do. "No, I don't," Kaz says, in a hushed, whispering hiss, although Kaz sighs soon after and adds, "Not until we've exhausted all other options. And we still have other options." As the Boss agrees, we'll see if he makes a move first, Kaz sits back with another sigh that's swallowed with vodka and curaçao to settle anxiety. "Right. That's exactly what we'll do." But it isn't the target that has Kaz anxious, nor is it the target discovering who they truly are. It's Kaz's idea on how to thwart the target's attention, on how to divert the target's attention, that has Kaz anxious, that has Kaz sucking down vodka and curaçao and sweating slightly and cringing at the sweat — that has Kaz staring at Snake's chest, too, and at the smattering of chest hair there with the serpent-shaped scar that Kaz hadn't yet dared to ask its origins. He swallows hard. But Kaz isn't that kind of guy. Kissing Snake, then, will be nothing but a distraction tactic, should things go south. And things are going south. "Stop staring." Another hushed, whispered hiss from Kaz, but Kaz knows Snake, and Kaz knows how intimidating Snake is. "You're intimidating." But by the time Kaz's said that, and by the time Kaz is looking at the target, the target is looking at the both of them with a look that's not as intimidating as Snake's — it isn't intimidating at all — but it's an indication of something, surely, and that is intimidating. The target stands, and Kaz leans across the table again and seizes Snake's shirt to haul him in and kiss him hard, a kiss with too much teeth and a hint of tongue and that tastes of vodka and curaçao and cigar smoke. The scratch of facial hair against a clean-shaved face isn't as bizarre as he thought it'd be. The target walks by their table and to the bathroom without so much of a brief look toward them. It's the other tables that stare, if only for a brief second. Kaz breaks the kiss and, hands still fisting the Boss's shirt and still face-to-face, breathes out and says, half-frantic and stuttering, "I thought it'd be better than doing something else." But he doesn't finish the thought, not entirely. He shouldn't have kissed him. He really shouldn't have kissed him. All it did was cause his heart to beat harder and harder and harder still, with his face ridiculously hot. He's thought of the Boss as handsome, sure. And he'd be lying if he said he hadn't had dreams of the Boss before that he shouldn't have had. But — — Maybe he is that kind of guy.

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two sides of the same coin

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i just wanna remind anyone reading this that you’re doing a good job. roleplaying is a hobby and the sole purpose of it is to just enjoy yourself. that’s it. that’s all. doesn’t matter how many or how few people you write with. doesn’t matter how often you’re able to write. if you’re having a grand time, loving your muses and just simply doing what you came here to do, that’s all that matters. we’re all on a silly, broken website writing fanfic or creating our own worlds and characters and that’s pretty fucking cool. remember to drink some water. relax those shoulders,  unclench your jaw.  so many people have this idea of whether or not they’re valued in the rpc, what they contribute, if they’re liked or engaging enough etc. i just want to remind you to try looking at it the other way. what value is the rpc holding for you?  what and who contributes to your joy?  this whole thing is for you to get enjoyment out of that. your joy is the value of this experience.  

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I just had the fruitiest league of legends game earlier and it put me in the best mood.

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If y'all like some good female ocs BLS give @maljefe / @paradoxxi a look. Em puts a lot of effort into her muses and it would be criminal of me not to point you her way. I promise she is the bees knees and her muses are -chef's kiss-

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Heple

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Writers should NOT feel guilty about:

Skipping a day of writing.

Not having a perfect first draft.

Partaking in sinister, arcane rituals for inspiration.

Working at their own pace.

Enlisting demons and/or helpful spirits to aid them with editing.

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Credit.

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Full Moon out tonight... Werewolf AU...

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Went to Spirit Halloween and there was Hawk Tuah merch.

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One Chara I do miss writing sometimes is guts berserk 😔