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I know there’s a lot of doom posting and I get that and I feel that— but at the same time, they all seemed so happy and emotional. Like— I couldn’t believe it, I felt their joy, and their everything so deeply. This felt different I don’t know how to explain it— and I know that they’re going to continue. I just *feel* it, so fucking deeply. I feel Gerard’s going to be 50 and doing concerts like he said. That’s my vision.
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just boyfriends sharing shirts (!!!!!!!!)
#yes i’m aware they are not the exact same#however!!!#it’s an exciting moment#emotions are high#let me have this.#byler#will byers#mike wheeler#stranger things#stranger things 5#byler tumblr#st5#byler endgame#st5 leaks#st5 theory#st5 speculation#stranger things theory#boyfriends#boyfriends!!!!!#byler theory#mine
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Emotions are High: Chapter 3
Previous Chapters: 1 2
Based loosely on @iamvegorott 's ego universe
The twins and Anti stood in front of an overly decorated door. The door itself was bright pink, with twinkle lights of a darker shade of pink covering it. And the lights didn’t look to be connected to a plug. Of course, with someone like Warfstache, there would be no electricity needed. To make it truly his room, the knocker was a pink mustache.
“It would probably be best for you to do it,” Celine suggested to the glitch in a quiet voice. Wilford had frighteningly good hearing–likely from William’s time hunting–but everyone always felt the need to try.
“She’s right,” Damien commented flatly.
“Wil is already rather…out of touch, so to say,” he began, trying to be as careful as possible, so as to avoid his sister’s wrath.
“If he were to see us, his mind would spiral even further,” the former mayor explained.
“You’re too ashamed to face him, aren’t you?” Anti looked at Damien, not convinced of his answer at all. He merely gave a mildly frustrated look, turning his gaze to a corner. Celine snuck the glitch a quick nod, before hiding in another room with the former mayor. With that, Anti tried the polite route, banging on the mustache knocker. No response. Warfstache was sometimes stubborn and unresponsive–likely causing more chaos–so the glitch had to resort to the next best thing.
“You in there, bubblegum?” Anti called out, a bit of playfulness in his voice. The man was always open to causing chaos with Anti. This time, however, that didn’t seem to be the case. The glitch thought for a few seconds, before shaking his head.
‘Fuck it,’ he thought to himself, glitching himself into Wilford’s room.
“Anti!” the mayor screamed, temper flaring as the twins followed their collective boyfriend. In a flash of blue and red, Celine and Damien joined Anti in Wilford’s room.
“What were you thinking?!” he stormed towards the glitch who stood across from them. The seer didn’t even have a second to stop her brother.
“The man is known to shoot at intruders!” the man scolded.
“How is this reasonable in any–?”
“Uh.. Damie-boy?” Anti interrupted, eyes in front of him, rather than in the former mayor’s direction.
“I think there are worse things to worry about, here.”
“What?” the glitch gestured to the entire room in response. The former mayor finally looked and the sight was nothing short of frightening. Everything was trashed. Pictures with old, gold frames were smashed to pieces. The glass laid on the floor, nearly turned to dust. The pictures that were once in those frames laid on the ground with the glass. Wil’s face looked to be ripped off all the images. Likewise, the mirror on the other side of the entrance was smashed. A hit point could clearly be seen on the shattered surface. The hitpoint was where Warfstache’s face would be in his reflection. His gun drawers were open, an empty space in the middle of a set of weapons. It wasn’t hard to see what happened here. He may have been unpredictable, but obvious breakdowns were easy to see.
“He must have had that drink as well,” the former mayor concluded. He sounded like an android investigating a crime scene.
“We need to find him,” there was blatant worry in the sister’s voice.
“Yes, who knows what damage he could be causing,” Damien straightened his posture.
“At least try to act worried,” she replied. There were several seconds of silence before Damien replied again.
“Anti will look for Wil while we look for Dark,” some frustration could be seen on the mayor’s face before it switched back to stiff.
“Or whatever is currently remaining of them,” he corrected himself. After all, they didn’t know how any of it worked. For all they knew, “their” body was all that remained at the moment.
“Are you sure this is the best idea?” The glitch asked.
“You are well-versed in violence,” the former mayor explained.
“You are equipped to deal with whatever Wil throws at you,” my god, he was talking like they were in a meeting and Anti wanted none of that!
“Yes, but he’s not good at de-escalating,” Celine chimed in.
“If anything, he’s a master at escalating,” she insisted.
“Need I remind you how he burst in here?” the seer recounted.
“You yourself said he was irrational.”
“See?!” Anti gestured to the sister, his point was made.
“We don’t have much choice right now,” Damien responded sternly.
“Funny, coming from Mr. ‘life is ours to choose,’” the glitch retorted, doing his best impression of the former mayor.
“That was a…different time,” Damien commented.
“Now, let’s stay focused on the matter at hand,” the man began.
“A lot could be happening while we stand here and bicker,” both the seer and Anti huffed in resignation, knowing Damien had a point. Standing there fighting wasn’t gonna solve the situation. They might as well get this done.
“Anti, you go to his studio,” the former mayor pointed to Anti.
“Celine and I will search the music room,” he explained. The three began their way out the office door, Anti going to the right, the twins going to the left.
[Meanwhile]
“What if we’re wrong about this?” purple Gin shook.
“What if Happy isn’t even in there?” Chase and Marvin could see the aspect’s breaths speeding up.
“Then we’ll keep looking,” the magician reassured.
“But-but what if he’s not even in this house?” Worry stuttered.
“There are other places, other dimensions, where he could be,” he started speaking very frantically.
“We-we would have to go to who knows how many places, and–”
“We’ll find him,” Chase grabbed the aspect’s hand, rubbing circles in the back of it.
“Also, this spell isolates itself to where it was cast,” Marvin expounded.
“So they should all be here,” the magician put on the most comforting, calm voice he could. Both of them knew getting frustrated wouldn’t end well for the literal embodiment of worry. And it seemed to work, as the tension in Worry eased. At least, it did for the moment. In no time, they reached the door of Chase’s room. The sound of giggling could be heard behind the door. Chase would know that deep laughter anywhere. He opened the door, finding yet another copy of Gin. This one had a sunshine yellow uniform. The copy sat on Chase’s bed, kicking his legs over the edge while looking at a photo album. Specifically, one that Eric made for them.
“Chase!” Happy exclaimed, dashing towards Chase and giving him a hug. Brody flinched at the sheer strength of the aspect’s embrace. Gin didn’t tend to show off any of his strength. This emotion seemed to not feel a need to hide anything.
“Oh, hi Worry,” Happy noticed Worry, waving to him from Chase’s back.
“Hey,” Worry weakly waved back.
“Let me guess,” Marvin smiled at the sight in front of him.
“You’re Gin’s happiness.” As he said that, Happy let go of Brody. It seemed he had let out his random bout of energy.
“Was it that obvious?” the emotion replied.
“You uh…you really do stick out, Happy,” purple Gin mumbled.
“Yeah, I do, don’t I?” the aspect’s eyes returned to Worry.
“But what’s the problem with that?” he asked, rhetorically. There wasn’t a hint of irritation or general negativity in his voice.
“Everyone needs some joy in their life.”
“There is such a thing as toxic positivity,” Marvin murmured.
“That’s what the other emotions are for,” Happy responded.
“They reign me in before I get that intense,” one of his hands was flapping in the air from below his waist.
“But we’re separated,” Worry commented.
“How are you gonna get calmed down?” his namesake started to fill his voice.
“He likely won’t,” Marvin butted in.
“So we should probably find everyone quickly,” he clarified.
“Fair enough,” Happy said in response. His smile still didn’t waver.
“What’s your plan?” he asked eagerly. He didn’t question a thing, he simply put his faith in Marvin. So that was where the engineer’s trust came from.
“Happy and Worry stay with us for now,” Marvin answered.
“Our perspectives may keep them from overblowing,” he rationalized.
“At least, if it doesn’t take too long.”
“Then, what are we waiting for?” Happy joyfully exclaimed.
“Let’s get to it!” the aspect marched onwards. Chase shrugged, following along with him. The others followed suit. On to find another emotion.
My Ko-Fi
My Ao3
#puppeteer with a pencil#markiplier egos#darkiplier#engineer mark#who killed markiplier#wkm#mayor damien#celine the seer#septic egos#antisepticeye#marvin the magnificent#chase brody#emotions are high
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Gods. I was Percy. I was just diagnosed with ADHD in 2005 when the first book came out. Everyone was telling me I can't use it as a crutch and I need to do better, while not giving me the tools to do better. And not to mention the undiagnosed Autism. (That wouldn't be discovered until college.) My teachers ignored me and saw me as a lost cause, I was bullied and had no friends. I had an abusive step parent. My dad was MIA most of the time. My mom worked herself to the bone and we were always a missed paycheck away from sleeping in the car. Then my 4th grade teacher read us Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief (again, in 2005). It was the original cover. I remember looking at the monsters coming out of the lightening bolt and thinking "Maybe I'm a demigod. I could fight those." I asked the teacher where I could get the next book and was heart broken when I discovered there wasn't one yet. A few years later, my mom surprised me with the first and second book. I then carried that book with me for a decade. Read it at least once a year. Usually more. I had it with me every time I had to be near my step mother. Carried it with me through all my initial Turner Syndrome doctor visits. My first year of college when my mental health was complete shit. I still keep it by my bed. I still read it at least once a year. Even 18 years later. Watching these episodes felt like coming home. Percy was my first real friend and was the first voice I heard that said I was more than a weird brain or a lost cause. So, thank you, Uncle Rick. For Percy, for the books, for the tv show, for everything. And Haley. For hearing the story first.
#percy jackson#percy jackson tv show#sorry about the sap#emotions are high#I just love this series so much
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depicted: me as i think about chiyo
#I JUST#I CAN’T ARTICULATE IT BUT#EMOTIONS ARE HIGH#i’m listening to chiyo’s playlist and fine on the outside by priscilla ahn came on#and then hello/how are you and I’M GONNA CRY#i’m feeling very nostalgic and very soft and sad for chiyo on this night excuse me ;v;#get ready to ramble | ooc
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Things women should never feel ashamed of:
• Orgasms
• Receiving money
• Receiving compliments
• Pretty privilege
• Being smart
• Dressing up
• Menstrual cycles
• Emotions and being sensitive
• Expressing our sexuality
• Resting and relaxation
• Asserting our sexual needs
• Maintaining our standards
• Saying No
• Wanting or having children
• Choosing to be childfree
• Our body count
• Our nude body
• Wearing makeup or not wearing makeup
• Having boundaries and protecting ourselves
• Our spiritual practices
• Using witchcraft
• Being ambitious
• Going to college
• Being a housewife or stay at home mom
• Loving who and what we love
#succulentsiren#postive affirmations#dark feminine energy#writers and poets#divine feminine#it girl#femininity#dark femininity#affirmations#dark femme#femme fatale#high value#high value men#high value woman#positive mindset#high mindset#self confidence#manifest#witchcraft#spirituality#emotions#sensitive#woman#women#female#femme#standards#pretty privilege#speak your truth#speak
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Zepotha will never be Goncharov because when it comes down to it, tumblr culture is collaborative, while tiktok culture is merely iterative, and those are not the same thing.
#also because tumblr has a very specific way that it interacts with the media it loves#like make no mistake; when we made Goncharov we were a little bit making fun of ourselves#and the way we project high emotion and significance onto even the smallest details#(also the way we want everything to be gay)#tiktok isn’t doing that. they think the joke is the fake movie itself. but the fake movie isn't really the point.#the point is the fake FANDOM#goncharov
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#it made me kinda emotional#just look at them#i am unwell#d20#dimension 20#kristen applebees#gorgug thistlespring#d20 fantasy high#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#fhjy
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doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus
watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫
(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#stage in playful land#stage in playfulland#i hope you didn't think i was done with these dorks#they're here to study and also steal everything (including our hearts)#i forget if rollo has a similar line about what he's doing at nrc but i imagine he made sure it was all meticulously above-board#carefully planned out and all his papers in precise order#meanwhile fellow kicks down the door and is like 'what up birdman i'm here to learn some HISTORY'#'also this is my emotional support child. ...wait what do you mean you have precedent for this'#(he does have another home screen line that's like)#('i thought ortho was weird when i met him')#('but now i'm realizing that this school is actually just incredibly buckwild all the time')#sigh. i know fellow and gidel's adventures at nrc are non-canon but i really just want this random adult man inexplicably just there.#the more twst becomes cromartie high the happier i am
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Saint Applebees, champion of Cassandra, and Sir Applebees, Knight of Cassandra.
(please pick this future Bucky, it's the one with better friends and a sick mullet)
#as an oldest sister i am having emotions#also i know the pinky is on the wrong side#shhhhhh trust me it looks better this way#kristen applebees#bucky applebees#d20 fhjy#fhjy#dimension 20#fantasy high
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hey siobhan? what if i cried?? right in front of you???
#HOLY SHIT THIS WAS AN UNEXPECTED SLAP IN THE FACE#THANKS FOR THE EMOTIONS SIOBHAN#dimension 20#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#d20#fh#fhjy#fantasy high spoilers#adaine abernant
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Emotions are High: Chapter 2
AU based on @iamvegorott 's version of the egos.
Anti didn’t usually like to be the one to interrupt Dark during their work. They got very…cranky whenever someone did that (though that’s an understatement). Still, while food was no longer necessary for them, the being enjoyed partaking in food and drinks. And they took any chance to be with their husband. However, they often, like Gin, had to be woken up from “work mode.” Tonight was apparently no exception.
“Hey, Mr. businessman,” Anti called teasingly after knocking on the office door. There was no answer. For a creature like Dark, this silence wasn’t unusual. They must have been absorbed in their work. He knocked again.
“It’s food time,” the glitch called one more time, hoping that would get them to look up. Out of the quiet came a quick clearing of the throat.
“One moment,” a voice responded. It sounded like Dark, but different; a bit more prim and proper than usual (Anti didn’t think that was possible). Then, Anti started hearing a female-sounding voice whispering. He leaned his ear against the door to hear better.
“He’s not going to go away, you know that,” the woman whispered aggravatedly.
“Yes,” the Dark-not Dark voice started quietly.
“But he’s never seen us before, and–”
“But he knows, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” the other voice replied. Wait, what was it Dark said about their past? Right, they were some mish-mash of twins. Which means…
“The Dark twins?” Anti asked from behind the door. There was a pause–likely the female twin giving her brother an ‘I told you so’ look–before the Dark-not Dark voice broke the silence.
“Come in,” the voice said, the door unlatching and opening itself. What the glitch found was just as he thought; a set of twins, one a woman in a dark dress, the other a man in a black suit. The man was the first one to speak again.
“Hello, Antisepticeye.”
[Meanwhile]
“So, you’re…Gin’s anxiety?” Chase asked, guiding the nervous wreck through the house.
“I-I’m worry…actually,” the copy responded.
“Isn’t that the same thing?” Chase asked, confused more than he already was.
“Uh…a lot of people think that, but there’s actually…actually a bit of a difference,” purple Gin replied with a nervous smile that quickly went down.The more Chase looked at the copy’s jumpsuit, he noticed that it wasn’t just regular purple. It was more of a violet than a regular purple. He only knew the difference because Schneep liked to info dump on colors (he wanted to be an artist, after all). But that wasn’t important at the moment.
“And do you know where…regular Gin is?” Chase let out a sigh, frustrated but still trying to be careful. He didn’t know what would cause this emotion to break.
“Unfortunately, um…” Violet Gin hesitated. He knew this statement would deeply upset Chase and was, well…worried about the repercussions.
“He’s gone while we’re, uh…separated,” the copy fidgeted with his hands. Chase took another breath, trying to compose himself.
“But he’ll come back if we find all of you guys,” Chase predicted hopefully.
“Yeah, the only problem is…getting them back together,” Violet Gin moved his fingers like a child playing the piano for the first time, tapping against his legs.
“It’s possible, we just gotta get some help. And I know exactly where to get it,” Chase stopped at a dark blue door, knocking four times with a silver cat knocker.
“MARVIN!” he used the signature scream he got from his creator, this time put to good use. With a click and a creak, the door opened.
“Hello…” Marvin greeted awkwardly.
“What can I do for you?”
“I think you know,” Chase replied, gesturing towards the copy of Gin.
“Hi,” Violet Gin waved shyly.
[Meanwhile]
“We didn’t think we’d be meeting you like this,” Damien said, squeezing his own hands. In the past, he would have his cane, but he was…well…forced to do away with that.
“For a while, I thought we wouldn’t meet you at all,” Celine retorted.
“Is now really the time for this?” Damien raised his voice; slightly, but just enough to show frustration.
“To think I used to be the serious one,” his sister let out a puff of laughter from her nose.
“One of us has to-”
“Excuse me, would ya quit bein’ siblings for a second and say hi?” Anti glitches in between them, interrupting Damien.
“Hello, honey,” she gave the glitch a warm, but gentle hug, kissing the top of his head.
“Well, now I see where Dark got their mommy energy from,” Anti joked.
“Hey, Damien pitches in as well,” Celine replied, breaking off the hug and facing Damien with a smirk.
“Someone has to make sure everyone is in order,” Damien straightened up his suit, adjusting to having his own form again. Celine just snickered. Those kinds of statements always did go over her dear brother’s head.
“Hold on a second,” Anti took a confused look at the former Mayor.
“I thought he was the ‘warm and gentle one.’”
“That’s a long story,” Celine explained.
“Yes, one we don’t have time to tell,” Damien spat flatly.
“Now, we need to find Dark and rejoin them,” he moved his neck out of habit, before realizing he didn’t have to crack it in this form. Anti just barely held in a laugh at the sight.
“If we are out, that means the entity is roaming around, and who knows what damage it could cause.”
“But I thought Darky was the entity,” clearly, he misunderstood when his partner told him the story.
“We’ll explain on the way to Wil.”
“Why are we going to him?” Anti asked.
“Our division happened after that blasted drink he gave us,” Damien sifted through a closet, until he found his old cane. Luckily for him, it looked to be kept intact and polished.
“He couldn’t have known what it did,” Celine followed behind, trying to calm Damien down, at least slightly. The former mayor has been furious at Wil ever since he shot the District Attorney. Further proof that his old self was pushed down by a layer of darkness. But that wasn’t the point of this endeavor.
“Yes,” Damien sighed, seeming to humor his sister.
“But he does know where he got it.”
“Would he, though?” Anti commented. Wilford didn’t always have the best memory, considering his powers.
“At the moment, it’s the only thing we have,” the former mayor explained, being somewhat more careful with the glitch.
“Come along,” Anti and Celine followed behind to the door. Unbeknownst to them, a wisp of shadow hid itself behind Dark’s desk.
[Meanwhile]
“You just let the most chaotic man in the house run away with your potions?!” Chase screamed.
“No one can stop Wilford, you know that!” Marvin yelled back.
“Then why didn’t you say anything?!” Chase shouted in reply.
“My teleportation fucked up on me, okay?!” Marvin belted out.
“You had legs! The dining room was literally seconds away!” Chase shrilled.
“Okay, clearly this isn’t doing anything,” the magician took a calming breath.
“We’re just acting like bickering parents with their kid in the room.” Both of them stopped to check on Worry Gin. He was still sitting, listening to music on noise canceling headphones. At least he was occupied. Couldn’t have the embodiment of worry getting overwhelmed, after all.
“Alright, how do we do this?” Chase took a deep breath as well, shaking out his emotions in the air with his hands.
“Let me find it,” Marvin to a bookshelf behind him, skimming the book titles until he found just what he needed; a thick, black and orange book called Stupe’s Empirical Lyrical Guide to Magic.
“Aha!” The magician pulled it out. The cover featured the outline of a person with a mustache, sideburns, and glasses. Marvin opened the book where the silk orange bookmark was, carefully speed reading for the solution.
“Well?” The magician continued scanning the pages until he found a part titled Reversal Rehearsal.
“You have to give me a moment, all the directions rhyme,” Marvin briefly looks up from the book.
“Didn’t Phantom tell you not to get that version?” Chase reminded the magician. The author of this book was known for their extensive vocabulary, so their book was never recommended for either beginners or people in an emergency. It just so happens that they are dealing with the latter. After a few minutes, Marvin looked to be finally understanding the words.
“Alright, so each emotion should be in a place the person associates with that feeling,” the magician explained.
“But where would we even start?” Chase eyebrows strained down in confusion.
“It says to start with the basic ones,” Marvin began.
“So happiness, maybe?” he suggested. Chase’s eyes widened immediately after.
“I think I know where to find that one.”
Thanks for reading! If you would like to be tagged in my stories, please let me know. Also, there may or may not be more short stories coming, as I have gained more creative inspiration recently.
#markiplier#jacksepticeye#markiplier fanfiction#jacksepticeye fanfiction#septic fanfiction#jse fanfiction#markiplier egos#septic egos#jse egos#jacksepticeye egos#chase brody#engineer mark#marvin the magician#mayor damien#celine the seer#shipping#danti#engineer average#engineer mark/chase brody#darkiplier/antisepticeye#puppeteer with a pencil#emotions are high#chapter 2#codi don't look
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summer of junior year 06/11
#dimension 20#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#gorgug thistlespring#riz gukgak#kristen applebees#figueroth faeth#fabian seacaster#adaine abernant#the bad kids#this is like. the First time I put down a palette for the kids lmao#I thiiiink its pretty consistent with the tones I did with my early sketches? iirc#gods. Ive been staring at this for Hours. I need to sleep lol#summer... it is happening. I feel like that always brings with it big emotions for me#it is. a little bit funny to me that whether these kids get a peaceful summer or not depends fully on how many roll20 campaigns happen#between now and a definitive end/last season of fh lmao#but also the last ''summer'' movie I watched was uhhh summer of 84. which. mmmmm#grim affair! so I'd need to stock up on less gloomy stuff to even think abt this...#well. what I need right now is sleep. so sleep I shall. thank u for tuning in today. see u again I think
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I love that Adaine goes, “Oh, she’s STUPID” whenever an NPC has an off moment when her best friends are:
-a guy who tried to fight hardened pirates with the members of his dad’s pyramid scheme
-a girl who tried to ribbon dance down a tower
-a guy who got tattoos of incomplete anagrams because he thought they were clues
-a guy who thought every stranger was his dad
-Hilda Hilda
#they’re her emotional support idiots and she loves them very much#except riz who just had that one day and is otherwise very smart#also in fairness sometimes its Siobhan talking#dimension 20#d20#fantasy high#fh#fhjy#fantasy high junior year#dimension 20 fantasy high#d20 fh#d20 fhjy#dropout#dropout tv#adaine abernant#riz gukgak#gorgug thistlespring#fig faeth#kristen applebees#fabian seacaster
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the new moon in leo has me feeling a little intense guys
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Riz is the only person who can take stress for other people
Riz is the only person who can take stress for other people
Riz is the only person who can take stress for other people
#guys I’m emotional about it#that’s my goblin#dimension 20#dimension20#fantasy high#d20#dropout.tv#fhjy#riz gukgak
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