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i talked to the butcher and he said i'm his favorite lamb he's ever slaughtered. and when i mentioned your name he didn't even remember slaughtering you

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Pops the cap off a sharpie, menacingly. " I'm gonna... gonna fucking scribble on ya'. " Draws angry brows on his leaf.

He bends in half at the waist and takes hold of the other end of the marker, but doesn't yet try to pry it from Oaki's grip.

"Who even taught you that word?"

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i have decided that in my absence default verse jean has been literally comatose in his empty bathtub for two months (misjudged how much time he had to cross a busy road). upon waking up he ate a whole bag of chocolate covered coffee beans and sent hatemail to his local conservative MP

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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭?

Your result: True Neutral 77%

You view the world in an unbiased manner, acting mostly on either your own self interest or on the best objective course. This can mean you enjoy creating balance between all forces, meaning you may do actions that involve Good as well as Evil, respecting authority like Lawful with the skepticism of Chaotic; or, you may simply draw your line in the sand, and go your separate way. This develops you into the archetypal "on-the-fence" person.

tagged by: @bleedinghearth :D tagging: whoever sees this

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affirmations

-they should kill me

-they are going to kill me

-im scared because they are going to kill me

-they are going to kill me because i am scared

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i was born from a lab experiment in which researchers worked to synthesize a person who “deserved it” (paper fails to clarify what was meant by this)

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so i don't see my energy levels returning to "normal" any time soon but i want to write so bad. soooo. i think my activity here will be maybe once a week when i get a spark. i also think i'm going to drop every thread bc thinking about it is overwhelming lol

i'm gonna stop putting a bunch of effort into promoting myself and reaching out to new people and trying to get interactions. i was spending most of my time feeling rejected and like i was wasting my energy when we're just here to have fun. i've got to accept that this community has changed since i joined it and stick to writing with friends (and anyone new who might stumble in and i gel with)

also i am going to be changing his name. i technically already have i'd just have to change a bunch of stuff here and i'm Not Feelin It

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that guy should be allowed to beat people with a big stick as much as his heart desires

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i don't want what you have i wanna be you

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hi

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playing around w procreate

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sketchy sketch of one of my ocs in Deity Mode the Warden of Strays, companion to the lonely. his domain is the abandoned and the isolated, and he visits the final moments those who would otherwise die alone.

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|| 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @deathwxtch.

This is his first time hiding a body. It shouldn’t be too hard, he thinks, but it’s worth being careful - never in his life has he lived so close to so many people. So he waits until everyone is either asleep or inebriated and drives out of London, further south, as deep into the New Forest as he can muster before he risks getting a wheel stuck in an irrigation ditch, but deep enough that his only witnesses are owls, and wild boar, and free-roaming ponies.

Digging the hole takes a couple of hours of hard toil, but filling it in is easier work. He checks his gloves for holes and stows the shovel in a badger sett. It’s on the way back, though, that something changes, though he doesn’t clock it when it happens. The trees are still the trees he knows, but they’re older, too old and too irregular to belong to the softwood plantation he’d buried the body in. But the forest is big, and serves many purposes and many industries. It’s also unfamiliar to him, and his hypervigilance will only get him so far in an unfamiliar environment. The portal closes behind him, unseen.

It’s only a few minutes later, when he feels the pervasive dread of being witnessed by a large and murderous animal, that the penny drops.

The next few blurry seconds go as follows: he hears a scraping behind him, though he can’t tell whether it’s claw or hoof pawing at the earth, and then an enormous pair of lungs huffing out an aggravated breath. He sees only a streak of near-black fur before his (slightly redundant) survival instinct kicks in and sends him scrambling for the nearest tree, hoping that whatever’s attacking him, it’s either unwilling or unable to climb. Climber or not, it still charges, and Jean isn’t nearly as high in the tree as he’d like to be when something — antlers, they must be antlers — collides with the trunk, sending a spray of bark chips flying.

He’s not sure why, but the impact wrenches all the air from his lungs in a silent scream, but the adrenaline flows far too thickly in his veins for him to feel his femur shatter.

More scraping. More huffing. Jean’s heart pounds in his ears as he scrambles onto a branch and hugs it, waiting for the thing to lose interest, cursing himself for not bringing a gun. A moose? Something worse? There are no moose in the New Forest. Even as he sees, his vision swimming, the creature’s inky shape give up and retreat, its footfalls growing steadily quieter, the dread doesn’t leave. Wherever he is now, it’s not the south of England.

But he’d be insane to get out of this tree before the sun rises. So he's not going to do that.

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aaaa hi things have been a bit shit for a while but im here now. im gonna be dropping the majority of my drafts cuz im so easily overwhelmed atm. the exception is asks i haven't replied to yet, and things im particularly attached to. if you want to make sure anything we have is continued just let me know tho

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Send my Muse Creepy Anons. Or Not Anons. Try to make them super uncomfortable.

Inspired by r/creepyPMs

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{ cliippedwiings } - Holding up a rusted over pocket knife, caked with crusted mud and at least one bug carcass stuck on there.

" Look what I found! It just needs a wash in the river! Way better than that old junk I was using! "

Hardly.

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 (always accepting)

What a piece of shit. The knife is taken from Fly gently and without any pretence of confiscation, and he turns it in his hands like he's appraising a fine sword, and not trash.

"A wash in the river, and a sharpen. It's dull. And rusty. If you nick yourself with this, you'll need a tetanus shot, and I want to take you to urgent care about as much as you want to go to urgent care." So very much not at all, in both cases.

Before she gets too worried about him deciding not to trust her with it, he hands the weapon back, handle first. "In the meantime, be careful with it. Okay? Give it a wash, and I'll show you how to use a whetstone."