#a payment story

[kaunis-sielu]

Payment: 15

A/n: mild violence

You watch him like a hawk. Sam is posted at the door, you’ve been scolded once for crawling onto Steve’s bed to sleep but you’d just glared at the woman until she’d left and gone back to sleep. The hospital clearly know that you and Steve are important people. As the CEO of Nomad Steve has been interviewed more than once and has been on some of the hottest men under 40 lists for a while.

Steve has been kept unconscious, something about wanting to make sure the smoke is cleared from his lungs before taking him off the ventilator.

You haven’t heard much from Bucky. Not a huge surprise, you did task him with finding who burned down your house.

“Please, my husband is in there! Just tell Queenie I’m here!” A familiar female voice cries and you slip off of Steve’s bed heading for the door. When you pull it open Bobbi let’s out a little relieved sob.

“It’s okay Sammy, this is Bobbi, Lance’s wife.” Bobbi wraps you in a tight hug. “Come on Bob. Let’s go in.” You bring her into the room and over to Lance, he hasn’t gained consciousness yet. Bobbi pulls a chair up to the side of his bed and takes one of his hands. You climb back into Steve’s bed and throw an arm over his waist.

Neither of you talk, you know she’s cried but you’ve had time to be sad. Now you’re just pissed.

A couple hours later Bucky calls. It takes you a second to register the noise of your phone from the sleep you’ve been in but once you do you snatch up your phone.

“Tell me.”

“We know who started the fire. We don’t know anything else.”

“Who?” You demand sitting up on the side of the bed. Bucky laughs humorlessly,

“Not a fuckin’ chance Queenie.”

“Excuse me?”

“You think I’m gonna give you a name and let you run off all pissed off and shit to take care of it yourself? Please. Steve is my brother, I probably know you as well as he does at this point.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“You wanna try me Queenie? He tells me things I don’t even wanna know.” When you don’t say anything he continues, “besides you said to bring them to you. So that’s what I’ll do.” Then, with the audacity of a man who has every ounce of his boss’ trust he hangs up.

“That fucking asshole.” You say in astonishment and Bobbi laughs softly, a welcome sound in the silent room.

“You get hung up on?”

“Yes!” She giggles again and you roll your eyes. “It’s a good thing he’s Steve’s right hand.”

“You’re his left?”

“No, I’m his queen.” You tell her.

“You’re happy with him?”

“Absolutely. More than I thought I could ever be.”

“Good.” You lapse back into silence, it’s nearly four in the morning when your phone rings again.

“Bucky.”

“I’m coming to pick you up.”

“Okay. Come up.”

“Yea, I’ll be there in ten.”

“I’ll be ready.” So you climb off of Steve’s bed and go into the private bathroom. You slick your hair back into a high ponytail and clean your face then put on some make up. You put your boots on and press a kiss to Steve’s cheek.

“If anything happens call me.” You tell Bobbi and she nods. “Anything.”

Bucky knocks on the door a few minutes later. He looks grim and when his gaze flicks to Steve on the bed you rest a hand on his arm.

“You want a minute?”

“No. I want to fuck up who did this.” He says and his cold blue eyed gaze meets yours.

“Yea. Let’s go.” You tell him and he escorts you out of the hospital and into Steve’s black car. “Where are we going?”

“The 107th.” You knew that Steve owned several clubs, this one you haven’t been to and judging by the outside of the building you know why.

“You’ve got them here?”

“Yea.” Bucky says pulling around back and into a covered parking space. He parks and pulls the door open for you then he guides you in front of him to the back door. When you stare at the key pad waiting for him to punch in the code he doesn’t move.

“Bucky, I don’t know the code.”

“Bet you do.” He says and you stare at the code then punch in Steve’s birthday. The light turns green and the door swings open.

The building is dark. You can tell that it’s well taken care of despite its decor.

“Down the hall, to the left, in the basement.” You follow his directions and when you reach the cold, empty room, you’re somewhat unsurprised to see Aida hanging from the ceiling by her wrists.

“Are you sure?” You ask Bucky, without taking your eyes off the furious brunette, she has a gag in her mouth and looks like she put up a fight. “Everyone okay?” You glance over at him.

“Yea.” He stands behind you with his arms folded over his chest. Then you turn your attention back to Aida.

“Look who’s playing mob queen now.” You sneer, Wanda looks furiously at Aida pulling the gag out of her mouth.

“That’s cute coming from you bitch.” Aida snaps and you punch her.

“Nice form Queenie.” Pietro seems impressed. Aida, much to her credit doesn’t make a sound, she does grimace and your knuckles hurt.

“Why did you start my home on fire?” You really, really don’t want to have to beat it out of her. You know you can, and you will, she could’ve killed you, Steve and Lance.

“Is that all you’ve got Princess?” She sneers and you sigh,

“Bucky. I’m going to need your shirt.” You tell him and he gives you a weird look before pulling his black tee shirt off and passing it to you. You pull it on over your dress then turn back to Aida. You walk up to her and say softly, “This will end better for you if you just tell me what I want to know. Besides, not telling me now is just going to make things, messy.” She glares at you and you hold a hand out to Wanda who passes you a knife. “Hmm, where should I start? I’m thinking that pretty face of yours. It’s really the only reason my father keeps you around anyway.” You muse and to her credit she stays quiet.

You don’t want to do this, you know you can but you don’t want to. This is never the life that you wanted.

It takes her less time to crack than you thought. Thank god. You don’t like the warm sticky blood that’s now dripping down Aida’s face. You’ve been careful to keep it off yourself but you haven’t been perfect in that attempt.

“He told me to get rid of you both!” She screams after yet another solid punch to her ribs. You’re fairly certain you’ve broken one of her ribs if not two.

“Who?” You need to hear her say it, to say his name.

“Your father.” She whimpers then her head drops down to her chest and her body goes slack.

“Well done Queenie.” Bucky says, you know that he didn’t think you had it in you to do this. But you won’t let your father take another person you love.

“Go get him. Do whatever you need to get him here. Take Pietro and Bruce.”

“You should involve Tony.”

“Fine. But my father is mine.” Bucky nods,

“I’m leaving Bruce here.” He tells you before leaving the room.

“Do you want me to do something with her?” Wanda asks gesturing at the unconscious woman hanging from her wrists.

“No.” It’ll piss your father off to see his little toy hanging from her wrists, “maybe stop the bleeding but don’t trust she won’t try shit.”

Wanda stops the bleeding but that’s all she does. Honestly, in your opinion it’s more than Aida deserves. You’re pacing the floor, trying to decide how you’re going to handle this when your father shows up. Your phone rings and when you see Bobbi’s name on your phone your heart stops.

“Bobbi.”

“It’s good news. They’re going to be able to take Steve off the ventilator.”

“And Lance?”

“No changes.”

“It was my father.”

“What?” She gasps, “what are you going to do?”

“Burn him to the ground.”

“Good.” You hang up with her then text Daisy. You know that she’s going to want to be in on Grant’s downfall, if father goes, so does Grant. You’re not leaving them a fucking thing to rebuild.

The moment Hydra came for the you and the men you love was the moment they chose death.

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[funnierasafictive]

Palestinian Campaigns Compilation

Hello everyone, we've gotten a lot of asks over the past week, and since there's been a lot of them, I decided to put them all in one post, which will include previous campaigns. I've done my best to pay attention to the ones that have been vetted.

All numbers are as of August 5, 2024

The Alanqar Family - €44,710 / €49,000

Mohammed Hijazi - €5,947 / €20,000

Jad Al-Haq's Family - $6,295 / $40,000

Doaa Jadalhaq's Family - kr68,784 / kr300,000

Safaa's Family - $5,120 / $75,000 goal

Mahmoud Alkhaldi's Family - $5,680 / $50,000 goal

Wafaa's Family - €13,340 / €100,000 goal

Youssef Al-Habeel's Family - £7,527 / £20,000 goal

Ghazi Younis's Family - $1,880 / $50,000 goal

Sohaip and Mohammed's Family - £202 / £6,000 goal

Abdul's Family / Paypal - $23,975 / $78,000

Please read their stories, all of which are written in their campaign pages as well as images and some videos. I will be linking this post to our pinned in case anyone wants to use this as a reference.

[backpackingspace]

I am once again thinking about how odysseus who witnessed the horrors that the captured women went through (one of his main duties in the iliad was taking the women back home and making sure they were as comfortable as possible and safe because he was the only one trusted not to violate them further due to his devotion to penelope. And in the odyssey part of the reason circe sent him to the underworld was so that he'd have to listen to all these women's stories (before he could talk to the prophet) ). Who was one of the few that saw women as people and respected their space and opinions. And was then put in those exact same situations. I don't have the motivation right now to do a full literary analysis of this (I'll site the sources too) but oh man one day I'm going to write a full essay on this.

[enbyfrogz]

just thinking about how both s1 and s2 started with petra getting screwed over on a deal lmao

[introspectivememories]

shanks and buggy denden au where:

the crew kinda splits up in the 2 year gap before roger's death and in an effort to make sure their sons cabin boys are alright, rayleigh puts them on the ship denden plan

so their little apt in loguetown has two dendens, one in the living room and one in their bedroom

they use it all the time. to call oden and toki, to call spencer. even to call roger, hoping that he'll pick up. (he never does)

phone calls are nice but nothing beats talking face to face and visual dendens are on the market they're just super fuckin expensive and both shanks and buggy are saving up for one. it'll be nice to see momo amd hiyori again.

anyway the execution happens and then the loguetown breakup and they pack up their apt in complete silence, each of them taking one denden.

(it'll be a decade and a half before they see each other again.)

they both expect the phone plan to just get cancelled but one day the mail seagull comes to them with a denden bill. turns out, the pirates denden company just grandfathered them into the old plan.

and you know what? it's not like they have any money and this plan is cheaper than all the other plans the company offers so they keep it. they get two separate numbers for the both of them and they dont think about it.

they decided to alternate the months they paid after one very terse call. or that was the plan but shanks is sooo forgetful all the fucking time and he never pays his denden bill on time. it ends up being buggy paying 8 months out of the year and shanks paying the other 4

(benn ends up setting up auto pay 5 years into traveling with shanks. what? it's not like they're broke.)

anyway buggy ends up becoming the terror of the east blue and shanks goes onto become an emperor and still neither of them change their numbers. they don't have the heart to.

and it's not something they consciously think about but sometimes when buggy gets drunk enough, he'll pull out his old ass denden book and trace his fingers over shanks' number. and if shanks is drunk enough he'll get halfway through dialing buggy's number before his brain catches up to what he's doing and stopping

anyway skip to marineford, and shanks is giving buggy a ride back to his ship. when they finally arrive at the island buggy's ship was docked on, both crews decide to throw a "im so fucking glad we lived through that/ captain buggy's the greatest!" party

buggy desperately tries to avoid shanks and shanks is literally holding himself back from looking for buggy but the party goes on and they get drunker and eventually they gravitate towards each other.

bc of course they do. they were shanksandbuggy, buggyandshanks, long before they were part of their respective crews. so they both sneak away from the party and they end up in shanks' room, with shanks sitting on the bed and buggy on his lap, curled around each other.

it feels just like their apt all those years ago. all those quiet nights on their fourth-hand couch, that they spent curled together -- buggy reading a book and shanks quietly talking his ear off.

(it was easier then. those two years where they had an apt together and the air was still heavy with the scent of hope. it was smth to look forward to -- 2 years and then captain will come back and there will be new adventures!

shanks got a job at the docks and buggy tried at least 17 different jobs before settling at a bookstore. and he'd go to work early in the morning and come back late at night to buggy in his hoodie, making dinner, ranting about rude customers.

and on weekends they'd both sleep in and cook breakfast together. or well buggy would cook breakfast, shanks would sit on the countertops and make buggy laugh. and then they'd spend the day inside or go out to eat. and it was good. better than good even. shanks could almost see why people stayed on land.

and then the execution happens and their father's blood stains the cobblestones crimson red and they seperate and then just as quickly as it started, it ends.)

that's when buggy notices the denden.

🤡: you still have that thing? 🍶: yes of course 🤡: and your number is still the same? 🍶: ....yeah. you? 🤡: yeah, never changed it. 🍶: why'd you keep it all these years?

and buggy may be drunk and his inhibitions may be lowered but he's still buggy at heart so he gives some bullshit answer

🤡 looking away: it was cheaper

and shanks knows he's fucking lying bc it may have been years since he last saw buggy but who knows buggy better than he does? who knows shanks better than buggy does?

🍶: c'mon bugs, tell me the truth. why'd ya keep it all these years? 🤡 unwilling to give in first: why'd you keep it all these years? 🍶: because i kept hoping that you'd be on the other end.

and buggy is floored.

🤡: .... what? 🍶: i kept hoping that if i kept my number the same, you'd call one day. 🍶: i can't tell you how many times i've picked up the denden, hoping it was you on the other end. 🍶, laughing sadly: i kept it all these years because of you. and you never called, not once. 🍶, cupping 🤡 face with his hand: why'd you never call bugs?

shanks is tearing up and buggy has already started the waterworks

🤡, sniffling: you knew where i was. why didn't you ever come and see me? 🍶: can you honestly say that you would've seen me? you probably would've told me to leave. so i stayed away. 🤡 hitting 🍶on the chest: idiot! i probably would've called at some point if you had came to me. but you never did and i just took it as a sign that anything we had was done and over. 🍶, grabbing 🤡 hands and staring into his eyes: how could you ever think we'd be done and over? it's only ever been you for me. only you. 🤡, full on crying by this point: idiot, idiot, idiot!

they're both curled over each other sobbing into each other's shoulder bc they could've had this the entire time but they were too fucking stupid

🍶: why'd you keep the denden, bugs? 🤡: haven't you figured it out by now? it was the only thing i had left of you. 🍶: you're such a fuckin sap, bugs. 🤡, blushing: shut up

[i-can-do-tricks]

you ever see a work of art so beautiful it moves you to creation. because straight up that's what happened to me. holy shit

(Content warnings in the author's notes, PLEASE don't ignore them before reading I'm serious.)

7k words of Rat Grinders fanfic inspired by that fucking Kill All Your Friends Rat Grinders collab animatic led by @kindlespark. Straight up, god bless you guys I hope you have a fantastic day. Rat Grinders fans never stop winning ✊✊

[cat-at-a-writing-desk]

What do you do when you're writing and a character forces their way into the plot early? You accept it, but plan to remind them at a later date that they're very much pinata shaped :)

[pasdetrois]

Marina Dyachenko and Sergey Dyachenko, Vita Nostra (tr. Julia Meitov Hersey) • Mircea Suciu, Camouflage (2) • Agostino Arrivabene, Immutatio • Matthias Claudius, "Der Tod und Das Mädchen" • Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare • Dragan Bibin, Pull (edited) • Maria Kreyn, Angel's Back • Franz Wimmer, Death and the Maiden • Mel Chin, Bat and Dove • Ana Sanchez, Death and the Maiden

[lastthroes]

found out there's a pnach cheat you can use to mute nova's calls in xillia 2 (she gets REALLY insistent if your current gald is over the quantity of the next payment) and now i'm imagining nova calling him and ludger just stares at the ghs in silence and blocks her number

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[odysseys-blood]

no actually it is kind of a wonder to me how pb is operating with whb like it is bc. arent yall also hosted (i believe anyways im not sure if their partnership w/ erolabs goes beyond that) by another company w/ SEVERAL gachas under its belt. so whats goin on here. nobody taking notes? are we doing market research? is anyone even play testing. hello. its so dark in here

[kaunis-sielu]

A Payment: 16

A/N: violence

“Daisy.” You say the second she answers with a sleepy,

“‘Lo?”

“You want your empire back?” She hadn’t answered your text quickly enough, which it is the middle of the night so you’re not overly surprised.

“What?”

“It’s time.” Your declaration is met by silence then she breathes,

“Really?”

“Yes. Bring the bitches.” You tell her before hanging up. She’ll be here as quickly as humanly possible. Maybe you should’ve offered her a flight on Steve’s airline. You don’t stop moving, pacing back and forth across the small, cold space.

“Queenie?” Wanda asks, “Are you alright?”

“Just thinking.” You tell her, and you are, you’re okay and you’re just thinking. You need to be prepared for your father. He isn’t going to make any of this easy, and he’s not going to take you nearly as seriously as he would Steve. You’re probably going to have to do something dramatic and that just feels so irritating to you.

“Anything I can help with?”

“Yea, get me a whiskey.” You tell her and she looks surprised but does as you ask and disappears upstairs. Bruce peeks into the room when Wanda leaves it but you ignore him. She comes back with your whiskey and you down half of it in one gulp.

“Damn.” She murmurs and you laugh humorlessly.

“This is going to suck.” You murmur and she hums. When you look up at her you’re surprised to see concern, “Not because I love him or care about him. That kind of relationship with my father died a long time ago. He’s just so fucking dramatic and he’s going to be pissed about her,” You gesture to Aida over your shoulder, “And he’s not going to take me seriously. If Steve was here,”

“But he’s not. You’re acting boss in his place and you have all of us to back you on that.” You nod then call Bobbi again,

“Yea?”

“Can you put his phone where I can see him and FaceTime me? I just, I need to see him.” You say softly sinking down into the black, armchair that sits in the corner of the room. It’s got a rug underneath and a short little bar sitting next to it. The bar is empty but you put your glass on top.

“Of course.” You hang up with her then call Steve’s phone, she props it up so that you can see him laying in the bed. You hate seeing him like this, tubes in his mouth and looking weak. He’s such a strong man that it’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that this is the same man who can carry you up the stairs with little effort.

You don’t know how long you sit there, watching him silently sipping what’s left of your whiskey when you suddenly hear a commotion upstairs and take a deep breath before straightening your spine and lifting your chin. You won’t give him the idea that you’re concerned about a damn thing, you always knew that this would happen, that one day you might be expected to kill for your family. You just didn’t know that it wouldn’t be the Ward family that you’d kill for. You don’t stand up, you won’t give him that respect and it’ll make him furious.

Good.

Bucky shoves your father into the room, when he sees Aida, hands tied above her head, bleeding from the busted lip you gave her he sneers.

“Cut her down.”

“You,” you say coolly as you stand from the curved back armchair you’ve been sitting and watching Steve through FaceTime in. “Do not make demands here.”

“Queenie. Where is Steve? You don’t have any right-.”

“Bucky.” Bucky kicks the backs of your father’s legs and he falls to his knees with a sick thud.

“I will not be disrespected in my own territory again.” Your father glares up at you but doesn’t say anything. He knows better than to with Bucky’s knife at his throat. “You came for my family and now I’m coming for yours.”

“You are my family little girl.” You knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold his tongue.

“Bucky, string him up.” Bucky gives you a slow, dark smile.

“Of course Boss.”

“So I take it Rogers is dead.” Your father muses attempting to struggle away from the much stronger Bucky. He’s unsuccessful.

“Wouldn’t that be convenient for you and Grant?” You snark, “But my husband is very much still alive.” You don’t have to imagine that your father looks disappointed, you can see it on his face and a white hot rage fills you. In one fluid motion you pull one of Steve’s knives from where it’s strapped to your leg and slice your father’s face.

“You bitch!” He roars and nearly breaks free from Bucky.

“You think you could wait until I’m out of the line of fire Queenie?”

“I have better aim than that James.” You snap and Wanda laughs that low throaty laugh of hers. Pietro helps Bucky string your father up and you glare at him. Bucky moves toward you and blocks you from your father’s gaze,

“You don’t have to do this Queenie. I can do this.” He says quietly so that your father can’t hear.

“No.” You say softly, your hard gaze meeting his blue eyed one, “He’s taken too much from me. This is mine.” You don’t do anything else, just the cut on his face and when your father won’t shut up you glance at Wanda and give her a little two fingered wave over at him. She seems to understand because she gags him.

“You don’t have the right to speak here. We’re waiting for company.” You say coolly before glancing back at your phone. Steve is still unconscious but the nurse has taken the tube out of his throat and you can see he’s breathing on his own.

Nearly two hours later you get a text from Daisy that tells you that she’s in the city and has reached out to an old contact who she knows will tell Grant that she’s back. You’re a little worried about this part but Daisy isn’t alone this time, she has a team this time, and she has you.

Aida wakes up at some point and starts to scream at you through the gag.

“Oh shut the fuck up Aida.” You snap as another text comes through from Daisy.

Bullseye.

You smirk at the phone then send her your location. You glance over at Bucky and tilt your head, he comes over and you say soft,

“I need you to go upstairs and wait for Daisy. She’s bringing in the final piece of the puzzle.”

“Why can’t you send Wanda?”

“She and Daisy don’t know one another so Daisy won’t trust her.”

“Alright.” He agrees but he doesn’t look happy about it. Bucky disappears upstairs and you go back to watching Steve on your phone.

The yelling gets your attention. You can hear Grant yelling and your father’s head snaps up then he glares at you.

“Ah, finally.” You say taking another sip of your whiskey. You have no desire to drag this out now that every part of your plan is here. Bruce and Bucky drag Grant down the stairs his arms are bound behind him and Daisy and two of her girls follow them in. You stand and walk over to your friend who looks pleased, you hug her while the guys string up Grant.

“So, this looks fun.” She quips when you pull away.

“I have no desire to drag this out.”

“Agreed.” She says pulling a gun from the back of her pants. Bucky pulls you away from her and Daisy gives him a little smile, “Don’t worry. She’s not the Ward I’m going to shoot.” Daisy aims the gun at Grant and fires a single shot, killing him instantly.

“As the wife of Grant Ward, you are entitled to his empire, which is SHIELD.”

“Thank you.” She says, “Girls, we have some work to do.”

“You’re a boss now. I need you to witness.” You tell her holding out your hand for her gun. She passes it over and you stare at you father, Aida struggles for a moment in a last ditch attempt to get away but you fire and she stops moving. Your father doesn’t move, he doesn’t yell, he doesn’t do anything but glare at you. Fury is written all over his face.

“I wish I could say that I’m sorry or that I’ll miss you but we both know that’d be a lie.” You tell him before squeezing the trigger. You pass Daisy back her gun and she says,

“As the last surviving direct descendent you’re entitled to the Ward empire.”

“Hail fucking Hydra. Bucky?” He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “Burn it to the fucking ground.”

“We’ll take care of this.” Daisy says gesturing to the three bodies, “I have a feeling you want to get back to your husband.” She gestures to your phone and you nod.

“Wanda can help you with anything you might need.”

“Pietro, take Queenie back to the hospital. Walk her to Steve’s room and get Clint to trade out with Sam.”

“Queenie?” Pietro asks as if he wants to make sure you’re okay with those decisions.

“Bucky has the lead.” You tell him and Pietro nods then escorts you up the stairs and out of the bar.

When you get back to the hospital you join Steve back on his bed,

“Is it over?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Hail Hydra?”

“I’m destroying Hydra.”

“Good. Fuck Hydra.”

“Yea, Fuck Hydra.” You agree sleepily before you let yourself drift off.

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[bitterseaproduction]

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What we aren’t going to do to writers, who give their free time, energy, and heart to create stories for people to read for free, is DM them multiple times to berate them because of a story they wrote. No. Especially when said readers never interacted with any of the stories until after they were taken down. It is hard and scary enough sharing the things we write without having to worry about this too. It’s never fun when a story we loved is deleted, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to bully others. This is a futile endeavour, but I’ve never been known for holding my tongue, and can’t watch as people are hurt by this.

So please, if you find yourself enjoying a work of fanfiction, or an original story, let the author know you like it. If you just want to read and not interact, that’s fine! We deeply appreciate, and thank you, too. Just don’t be a dick to people.

Leave them Kudos, Votes, Notes, Reblog, or a comment. One or all of them. Anything! It’s the only way they know people are reading, that they enjoy it. You’re free to do as you wish, interact or not, it’s your choice, and we always respect it, we’re just happy you’re reading it at all! But this, sending hate because a story was taken down or it didn’t go the way they wanted, it is beyond a joke. We don’t respect this. So many writers have quit writing for fandoms or stopped writing altogether due to toxicity, entitlement, and lack of support. It runs writers away. And then people complain there’s no new content. But there would be plenty content if this select few could stop themselves from being absolute twuntwaffles to people online. It’s the internet. It’s typically not a nice place. But we don’t have to make it worse than it already is.

Most readers are wonderful, generous, and appreciative! We love them, and can’t believe we are lucky enough to have them. We save the comments, know their usernames, and get excited when they show up on our stories. It’s a gift beyond price that we never feel we truly deserve. The gratitude we feel for our readers is endless, and permanently inked in our lives. You mean the world to us. But our stories also mean everything to us, and we reserve the right to do what we want with them.

Thank you ❤️

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My dearest B (@legacyshenanigans ) I actually planned to draw a pic with SebXMC. But there is this one guy that‘s been stuck in my head FOR DAYS! 😩😩😩

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