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block-tales-playerswap-au · 2 months ago

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oh chaaaaatt...

welcome to the Block Tales Playerswap AU! a lot of information on this AU comes from my main blog, @inkedover! this blog will ALSO follow the timeline of the quotev PS fic, so wherever the chapter is currently stopped is where the blog is chronologically.

and the aforementioned quotev fic would be here.

Currently:

Asks/Roleplay inbox for EVERYBOOOODYYYYY are OPEEEENNNN!!! If a character isn't listed feel free to shoot an ask to/about them anyway, this is a celebration after all!!!

General Location:

Somewhere in Blackrock/The Dream World.

RP character statuses:

Player: Oh dear Roblox I just stole from a child.

Hatred: Annoyed at having to run away with its tail between its legs.

Greed: I WANT MY SHINY THINGS AFDJEIJSKSOEO!!!!!!!

Solitude: What a great way to self-isolate!

Fear: WE'RE NOT OKAY

Red Noob: Absolutely struggling right now.

Blue Noob: Frostbite. And also permanent damage due to frostbite.

Benevolent King: …does anybody have ibuprofen? My head hurts…

Rockstar: Please let this be a normal 'save the world' situation…

Mayor Thaniyel: This is the third major event this year…

Woodsmen: Wondering why music man is bringing his dad to the Sacred Hollow.

Noobador: STOP SHOOTING AT ME.

down below is a synopsis of the story and the plot so far!

this will also include currently not in use tags. actually this just includes the entirety of the tag directory now.

warning, long. .]

Something is deeply wrong.

Something is new. Something that's not supposed to be new.

Following Red and Blue, they see their Uncle Shedletsky dueling against somebody.

Right as Shedletsky gains the upper hand both kids watch in horror as Shedletsky is struck down by his aggressor. A wave of chilling malevolence washes over them as the Player leaves, leaving Red and Blue to contemplate what had happened.

…this day…Blue Noob can swear she remembers it playing out differently. In fact, she can recall the fact that this day isn't supposed to go like this at all-...

Red snaps and begins following the Player. Blue can only helplessly follow as her brother traces the bloody path of the Player, only stopping when a mysterious figure sweeps them up into a surprisingly warm embrace and brings them to safety in the Ye Olde Inn.

Meanwhile, Player is having a mental breakdown. The voices they hear in their head...they were loud. Incessant. They wanted more. They wanted everything.

It doesn't matter what sacrifices needed to be made to achieve these goals.

Aaaand story stops about here!

all tags currently:

Red Noob: #raring red (general character tag)

Blue Noob: #bashful blue (general character tag)

Benevolent King: #frigid crown (general character tag)

Player: #persistence leads you forward (general character tag)

Hatred: #the hatred from within (general character tag) and #"Builderman?" (disguised tag)

Greed: #the greed that drives you forward (general character tag) and #$hedletsky (disguised tag)

Solitude: #the solitude that holds you back (general character tag) and #Mr. Cassel (disguised tag)

Fear: #the fear that holds you down (general character tag) and #Nighteyes (disguised tag)

Rockstar: #Your Sorry Superstar (general character tag)

Mayor Thaniyel: #Guardian of the Venomshank (general character tag)

Woodsmen: #The trees are talking?! (general character tag)

Noobador: #Coming in with the steel chair!!! (general character tag)

Kyoko: #The Therapist Friend (general character tag)

Green Noob and Purple Noob: #green thug and #purple noob (general character tags)

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paintedkinzy-88 · 5 months ago

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Lust's bro coming home after a date with his bf only to find a large golden noodle curled up around Lust both asleep. Blue in the kitchen cooking and Ink in his half form doodling surrounded by half a dozen sketchbooks.

Stfu that’s actually hilarious hold on—

Warning for. Suggestive topics in the background, I suppose. It is Underlust. I tried to keep it PG, but also I’m very tired so eh ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Writing jumpscare boo

“Sans, I will be completely honest with you. I do not know what I am looking at.”

He wasn’t quite sure how to describe it, either. Papyrus’ brother has always been an… interesting character, to put it lightly. And he doesn’t mean that in any negative way! Stars knows the Great Papyrus would never settle with normal, especially in the world they live in. “Normal” here was extravagant, in-your-face, and exceedingly too personal. It had to be, unfortunately, for all of their survival.

Sans, however, found a way to be all of that, but so much better. He knows everything and everyone, flaunts his stuff like there’s no tomorrow, can party with the best of them and put on incredible shows every other night at Grillby’s. He’s memorable, in ways Papyrus just cannot understand, but deeply admires. And above all else, Sans is respectful.

Sure, he is the biggest piece of fruit on the grapevine, collecting gossip like it’s a national treasure, but he knows when to share and what to keep to himself. He’s become a safe space for many monsters, for better or worse, able to pick apart their walls and façades like they’re just a big game of Jenga. Papyrus has seen him do it too many times to count. He’s able to pick out the one monster in the crowd that’s clearly trying to drink away all their feelings for the sake of a party, and coerce them into cutting off their tab, talking it out in the bathroom, and going home for the night with newly smeared makeup. Whether that was with or without Sans coming along depended on the monster and the mood.

In other words, he was a reliable “mom friend” at a party, despite often having a few drinks himself.

But, more importantly, Sans has a personality beyond just sex and drugs. It’s something only people that manage to get past his pelvis have the opportunity to see. His room is filled with space memorabilia rather than the hottest magazines. He had a secret lab instead of a dungeon. He’d rather have a good burger and a soda than any of the tangy drinks and edibles that were so often found in everyone’s homes. Heck, his hobbies revolve around “star” gazing, pranks, and just making people laugh.

He encouraged Papyrus to live by his heart rather than by the lust flowing through his magic, unlike every other monster that wants him to be “down for anything.”

More than all of that, Sans was impossible to predict. He could honestly tell you the secrets of the universe one moment and then hit you with a water balloon the next. He made life in the Underground interesting and infinitely more tolerable.

That is to say, this scenario that Papyrus has currently walked into has certainly taken the cake. Multiple cakes, even.

There were currently three skeleton monsters in his living room, not including himself. One was standing in the doorway of their kitchen, in an outfit so unlike what he is used to seeing around Snowdin. A blue bandana is wrapped around his neck, hiding his neck and collarbone, with sturdy grey shoulder pads underneath it. His shirt covers his entire ribcage, and his pants are baggy and tucked into noticeably-not-high-heeled boots. On top of all of that, he has an apron on that says “Reach for the Stars” with multicolored stars littered across it.

In front of the couch, surrounded by an insane amount of paper, pencils, and other art supplies, is a skeleton of much similar structure to the other one — if you chose to ignore the horns, tail, and bare wing bones. He also has a scarf around his neck, this one brown and covered in writing and black splotches. His tan and white long sleeve shirt also covers much of his torso, but at least it’s a little more form fitting. His pants are flowy, however, but there are some sort of black leggings underneath them. He has no shoes, and Papyrus doesn’t see any near the door that aren’t already supposed to be there. A little strange to be barefoot in Snowdin, given the weather, though he supposes the folk in New Home or Hotland may enjoy the aesthetic?

The final two are by far the strangest part of this scene. Which is quite amazing, considering one is his actual brother.

Sans, in a rainbow hoodie with a purple star on the chest that Papyrus has never seen him wear, is currently in the center of a rather large, yellow, lizard-like… beast? Monster? Was that a monster?? Papyrus has never met a monster like this before, and he’s met a LOT of monsters in his time in the Royal Harem, before meeting Mettaton. Perhaps Undyne would know them? Or, actually, if they were a monster, maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised that Sans knows them, since Sans seems to know everyone in the underground far better than he probably should.

Either way, this was a very… Innocent yet weird moment to have walked into. Not that Papyrus was necessarily complaining. He hated to walk in on anything else.

All of the skeletons present (aside from the large one, who seemed to be asleep. Were they a skeleton monster?? Their pseudo skin seems very similar to his and Sans’ ecto bodies) are now staring at him, sockets wide and bodies frozen, like three children with their hands caught in the cookie jar. Even Sans himself looks surprised and confused, as if seeing his only other house mate within their very house was an unexpected turn of events.

Finally, the one in blue whips his head around to look at his brother, brows pinched downward. “Lust! You said he wouldn’t be home for another hour!”

He’s holding a plate of tacos in his hands. That’s perhaps the most normal thing in this entire scenario.

“Uh, yeah,” Sans replied, surprisingly. Why on earth he’d reply to such a cursed word, Papyrus had no idea. “He shouldn’t be back until, like, six somethin’.”

Papyrus distinctly remembers saying he’d be home at four-thirty sharp, actually. It figures that his brother would remember incorrectly, though he supposes it didn’t matter since he was technically correct. “It’s actually six twenty-four, right now,” he informed them, crossing his arms. “I had to stay later than normal because Mettaton needed help brainstorming new and exciting questions for his game show this week. Obviously, I was the best person to ask.”

Sans nodded, as if he expected this response. “Yeah yeah, hold on.” He shuffled around a little bit, reaching down towards his pants pockets. The large skull that laid on his stomach huffed unhappily, to which he simply patted their forehead with a soft “sorry, Dream.” Finally, he pulled out his phone and clicked it on.

A small purple phone Papyrus has also never seen before.

The horned skeleton on the floor snorted, propping his head on his hand. “Lusty, I think that’s the phone I gave ya.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Oh my stars,” the blue one groaned. He ran his free hand down his face, finally setting the tray of tacos down on the nearest table. “How did you mix that up?!”

“I’m sorry! They look similar!”

“The multiverse one literally has a star keychain, how did that slip your mind?!”

“You try havin’ two phones!”

“I literally do, you absolute doofus—“

“Yo, guys, don’t wake the baby,” the horned one scolded playfully, gesturing to the lizard-skeleton-thing. Which, if that WAS a baby, Papyrus was terrified to know what the parents looked like.

Though, knowing how rare children were, he supposed the skeleton was joking, now that he thought about it.

Great. Another comedian then (he says with all the fond annoyance, of course.)

“Excuse me,” he speaks up once again. They all turn back towards him, almost completely in sync. Terrifying. “I’m sorry to interrupt… whatever this is. But I would like to know who the heck you all are and why you’re in my home? How do you know my brother exactly? And are you all skeletons?? I didn’t realize there were other skeletons like us. And, more importantly, WHAT and/or WHO is THAT?”

He gestured wildly to the yellow being, sockets pinning his older brother down. Sans at least had the decency to look apologetic.

He should be, for keeping such cool and not-ravenous friends to HIMSELF.

“… Any chance I can convince you this is a dream?” Sans tried with a sheepish grin.

“Absolutely not.”

“Damn.”

“I can explain!” The skeleton-dragon-monster popped up from the ground happily, tail wiggling like a boney snake. Now that he was up, Papyrus noted that he was even shorter than his own brother. It was quite cute.

The blue one ran both his hands down his face now, though Paps swears he can see the corner of his teeth perk up a bit.

“Okay, so, I’m Ink!” the little one started, pointing to himself and then to his friends, “That’s Blue, Dream, and you know Lust! Kinda. Not AS Lust, but whatever. We’re all best of buddies, and we’re just hangin’ out today because Dream hadn’t seen Lust in a while and he really likes Lust’s hoodie, and when a piece of your hoard calls to you, ya just have to answer.”

“Mhm,” Papyrus nodded, utterly perplexed and not understanding a good portion of that entire explanation.

“A hoard is a dragon’s, like, very important personal belongings?” Sans tried to explain. “Like… a collection of… actually, never mind, it won’t matter in the long run and it’s hard to explain. Just know that Dream sees my hoodies and blankets and pillows as his own, and they’re very important to him.”

This is going to give him a headache. “So he needs to. Snuggle them. While you are in it.”

Sans snorted, patting Dream’s head again. “I mean, I don’t have to be in it, but it makes the experience better for both of us.”

Fair enough. He would much rather be cuddled up to his boyfriend than dealing with whatever-this-was.

“Anywho!” Ink paused. “Where was I?”

“Introducing us and failing to explain why we’re here,” Blue offered unhelpfully.

“Right! We��re alternate versions of your brother—“

“Oh my Stars, Ink.”

“And we all defend the multiverse together, but we’re also really close! Like family, not friends-with-benefits close, to confirm—“

“Oh my STARS, Ink—“

“— so we like to hang out in each other’s universes when we’re not fighting world-ending bad guys, and today we just so happened to be here for… whatever reason I may have already forgotten. Anyway! I gave Lust a phone to use across the multiverse, and it has the time of the Doodle Sphere on it because that’s consistent across the multiverse, but that also means it’s different from YOUR world’s time, with timelines and resets and all of that, so we confused the two.”

There was a long pause after Ink finished rambling, smiling happily up to the taller skeleton in the room. Before he could really register any of what was said, however, Blue muttered a little, “Technically, Lust confused the two, not us.”

This, of course, earned him an indignant shout from his brother, and—

Okay, yeah, no.

Papyrus nodded multiple times, clapping his hands together and pressing them to his teeth. “I have no clue what’s happening here,” he stated plainly. “I’m going to assume this is just more of Sans’ weird time-space shenanigans and… and I am. Going. To bed. I think.”

They all blinked at him quietly. The dragon-thing shuffled peacefully, sighing and rubbing his head against Sans’ chest. He looked comfortable, and incredibly soft as well. Perhaps when Papyrus had more motivation to understand what was in front of him, he’d ask if he could pet the large creature.

Breaking the silence, Blue gestured to the plate of food beside him. “Do you want a taco before you go?”

“… Sure. Why not.”

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captiverse-thesolution · 7 months ago

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OOC Pt.4:

CaptiVerse Error

Some notes about his design for this post :]

His “ecto” is just code.

The reason his head is kinda goopy is because Ink repaired it after a bad fight on one of their missions. (It needs maintenance often.)

The extra eye like thing on his forehead actually allows JJE to see what he’s doing and where he is at ALL times.

His outfit is inspired by Ink, who is technically also his teacher (he’s the second balance keeper and Ink is the first).

The purple on the outfit was a choice by JJE to make further claim over Error as a person.

Error only glitches with extreme emotions or after being hurt badly. That’s why there isn’t any in the shown design.

[Note: JJE is the equivalent to King Multiverse in captiverse but much crueler and manipulative.]

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fateblown · 1 month ago

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minediamonds >> fateblown

Cause it won the poll(s). I kept bleedinginink just in case I want to change to it at a later date <3

Changing my IC tag to this: and all at once the ink bleeds (ic.)

#the nerdy one (out of character.)#ooc #(ooc.)#(out of character.)#and all at once the ink bleeds (ic.)

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sketchingstars03 · 1 year ago

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Ya know, it’s funny. Ink is probably the “sans that doesn’t need to be a sans” that actually makes the MOST sense to be a sans anyway IMO.

But not in an in-narrative way,

It makes sense on a META LEVEL.

Think about it

The UTMV fandom’s main creative outlet has always been through Sans. So it only makes sense for its protector, the embodiment of creativity in this fandom, to be one regardless.

And the best part?

It works so well for him to make sense as a sans on a meta level..

Because Ink is a meta character.

#undertale au #utmv #ink sans #utmv meta #textpost #shaymin rambles #I had to get this out there #My brain has connected the dots #THIS SHIT HAS LAYERS #never gonna listen to anyone who thinks undertale AUs are just shallow OP Sanses that do nothing but make the original guy OOC #BECAUSE WE’VE GOT STUFF LIKE THIS #Could go on and on abt how I love the whole meta fiction in relation to its creators lore thing we’ve got going on here #it’s just cool ok #I like this fandom I think it’s cool #This was DEFINITELY unintentional on Comyet’s part but it works out anyway #a stroke of accidental genius

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sanctamater · 8 months ago

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hello gamers

#me talking in all of these photos all i do is fucking yap #🕊️❝ out of redemption ( ooc. )#UV ON MY PATCHWORK SLEEVE...#mb i get a sacred heart uv ink next...

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saturnmused · 4 months ago

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❝ TO WHAT DO I owe the pleasure of your company ? ❞ the endless is all cheshire—cat—like smiles, accompanied by a sharp look in golden gaze ; the likes of which scrutinizes other almost too eagerly. ❝ no need to look so nervous, darling. you can leave just as easily as you came. it is as you desire. ❞

#open ― my ink’s run out.#thread ― monarch of desire.#ooc. pleading eyes emoji

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fancybendy · 7 months ago

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ooc: It's 3am- I got inspired by drawing the wandering bendy I doodled to make a sona- but... I fluffed up-

#my bendy #bendy and the ink machine #bendy #batim #bendy oc #batim ocs #my art #out of fancy ink #ooc #batim bendy #bendy and the kink machine #bendy fan art #bendy the dancing demon #bendy the demon #ink bendy #bendy and the ink machine oc #bendy and the dark revival #Escape the Ink Realm AU

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sinshckled · 8 months ago

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★ | * ⋆ - - - – INBOX ! * ﹡ ﹡ ✧ * ☇ ( @nocentis ! )

Suddenly, the walls feel like they’re [ closing ] on him – and Jellal is suddenly much, much too aware of the GRIDS OF METAL that surround him - them. He feels trapped. Not by any binding, nor by any cuffs - but by an all too familiar gaze of hazel. .

Ever since his identity had been ( accidentally ) revealed, the children’s behavior toward him changed drastically - and UNDERSTANDABLY. His disguise was one of their jailers’, but his face is the one of a friend ; ( regardless of how the years had changed it. ) And while his heart fills with fondness at the way Millianna and Sho run to hug his leg & at the awe in Erza’s eyes, it is not enough to dissipate his apprehension. Looking at his younger self has been harder ever since. Jellal knows the child has questions – can SEE IT in his body language, FEEL IT in the weight of his stare, and HEAR IT in his voice. && To these inquiries, he has no wish to answer.

But the ghosts of the past have never failed to catch up to him. WHY WOULD THIS TIME BE ANY DIFFERENT ?

He gets cornered at the end of his “mission”, once the dust has settled back down. When the threat is no more, and they can all breathe a little easier. While checking up on the wounded - taking advantage of the first aid supplies he always carries and knows are scarce within these walls -

He feels a shy tug at his cloak, and turns around to cobalt strands, a familiar marking, and a [ request to talk ].

Right there and then, he knows he cannot run from this anymore.

Alas, even though the Heavenly Body mage had started preparing, as much as he could have, for this discussion to occur - this was him, this had been him, he should know better than anyone what he could ask . . . and yet,

he still finds himself at a LOSS FOR WORDS.

" … "

What is he supposed to say ?

He swallows thickly. His tongue feels HEAVY in his mouth, burdened with the knowledge of the last decades. He knows that child is DOOMED ; from the peek he had gotten in the office, it was only a matter of weeks… days even, perhaps.

These eyes – HEAVENS, he was so small; pale skin upon frail bones, muscles built from years of labor and stolen childhood. He looks so fragile, but his eyes, despite it all, burn alight with a ferocious SPARK ; one that has not shone in his own gaze for a very, very long time.

His fingers crackle with starlight. He tastes an anger the likes of which is foreign to him – old, bygone. He feels an urge to defy the flow of time - to let the stars bring JUDGMENT upon this wretched island, sending this ATROCITY of a R-system crumbling to the ground, and take him - take them, all these poor innocent children, so so very far away from here. & yet he cannot ;

Why here ? Why now ? Why him ? What is he doing here ?

Memories of this time are nothing more than movie sequences in his head now, decades later ; so far away, so distant. This part of him has been laid to rest alongside the WICKEDNESS of his teenage years, and both only ever come back to haunt him as a form of torture. As a result, this child was no more than an ACQUAINTANCE, a figure erased by time, wrath, grief and BLOOD.

But being there, quite literally face to face with his past - it all comes back to him. Flashes triggered by the long-gone architecture of these walls, by the stench of rot sitting heavily across the perimeter, by the crackles of electricity, the whirring of heavy machinery & the haunting sound of children sobbing a few cells further - quietly, by fear of being whipped into silence – He now remembers being that boy. Forcing a smile every single day of his life, for the sake of the young who looked up to him. He would tell stories upon stories, wiping tears while holding his own grief tight on a leash. ( because those stories had been his brother’s, and his mother’s, and the village elder’s, && they had starred his cousin, his neighbor, the shop clerk and the fishermen – and all these people were DEAD, by now BONES buried underneath stone and charred wood and ash. )

... What was HE doing here ?

He thinks he’s struck by all five stages of grief simultaneously.The thoughts crossing his head are a blur. He feels dizzy, knees one gust of wind away from buckling.

Blaming yourself for your own weaknesses is easier when you don’t have the 11 years old version of yourself standing before you.

Looking into your eyes with – one last sliver of hope.

––– How could he ever put the blame of his anger upon him?

HE WAS A CHILD. He was a child.

( It hits him all at once. )

He knows the intricacies of time travel. He knows he doesn’t remember going through this. He knows his younger self will not walk away with an answer, nor with a solution. This is Fiorean history – and it is set in stone.

That doesn’t mean he wants to LIE to him.

( Not when he’s been standing wordlessly for this long. Not when he has let silence stretch so far. Not when the tiny, fragile version of himself is catching on to what it means. Perhaps, if he’d been quicker, it could have been an option. )

And so Jellal does the only thing that, amongst all the possibilities offered to him, feels undoubtedly, irrevocably right.

He closes the distance between them with a few steps and crouches down to meet himself at eye-level. Looks – really looks at him, commits every detail to memory. From the slope of his nose to the tangled, soiled strands of blue decorating from his head ; from to the fainter scars he still sports to the swirls of angry red framing his eyes, pools of sage & amber in his irises. And then he reaches out, wraps his arms around the scrawny frame and gathers him slowly, carefully, in a hug.

He hides him in the crook of his shoulder; gives him a shelter, an adult, where the hastily-built foundations of his mask of strength can crack, if he so wishes.

He lets him be a child once again.

――――― Just for a moment.

━━━ ━━ ━ ╸╺ . * ✰

“ is all this countless suffering for my own good? ”

Later on, shortly after finding his way back in the present, Jellal will ponder this further. The Heavenly Body mage will stand on a beach, amongst speckles of sand, and watch the sun gradually DISAPPEAR beyond the vast sea that once held him [ hostage ] ― painting the sky in shades akin to the burning fire that took everything away from him.

He will think of his younger self - so far away in time, yet now so close in memory.

He will close his eyes, push open the door to his history, rush past the whispers and shadows crawling its walls, and find that child still within him. He will dig him out from the grave he was buried within, and he will give him his SIGHT - his HEARING - his TASTE - his EVERYTHING.

He will let himself feel breeze upon his skin, breathe in the smell of sea salt, taste the freedom of a boundless life.

And when his eyes open again, he will gaze upon that landscape, && he will find it beautiful.

✔ ― ACCEPTING

#nocentis #long post #✦ ʃ — ◜ask box.◞ * ⋆#✦ ʃ — counting stars ; ◜ic.◞ * ⋆#verse tbt.#ooc. * ( this has been. sitting in my drafts. for two weeks. n i have finally completed it )#ooc. * ( sorry for writing u a novel... i was emotionally destroyed )#ooc. * ( also i kinda like. think. that being confronted 2 his child self would be a destabilizing but ultimately healing experience )#ooc. * ( like shit im sorry im glad he feels guilty bc he genuinely ruined lives but babygirl u were also a victim here )#ooc. * ( btw dont mind the links theyre just the songs i was listening to bc i dont use html editor )#ooc. * ( and ctrl + u underline disappears when i post )#ooc. * ( blerghh )#✦ ʃ — a lost soul’s screams inked on paper ; ◜writing.◞ * ⋆#ooc. * ( yeah this is +1k words so i think this counts !!!!!!! )#ooc. * ( double-u key just jumped out of my keyboard this is my sign to stop )#ooc. * ( can u tell i fucking gave up on formatting in the middle of this )

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