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Archive / Archie / Sea, [He/They + Xenos], Adult (18) & Plural,, + collectively Transmasc & Enby along w/ Aroace-spec.

Current hyperfixation on Mcu & X-Men! Bucky Barnes & Wolverine the beloved, and others-

Other likes : Spn, Splatoon, Star Wars, Hermitcraft, Pjo, Genloss, Tma, Hunger Games, Zelda, Mcu, X-men, Tmr + some more :]]

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Other blogs & frequent fronters -

Peetas blog is @dandelionbreadboy

Kandis blog is @starrkandii

Ryker / GL!Ranboos blog is @gutzzy-arrt

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Toby / Percy / Cas [He/They/Sea/Feather]

Tommy / Milo [He/Star/They/Xe/Cat/Moo/Red]

Riene [He/Him?]

Will Solace & Nico [He/They+Xenos]

Parker [He/Xe/They/Web+Xenos]

Kandi / Shark [He/Love/Shark/Otter/Pup/Heart/It/💕/🦈/🫧]

Ryker / Redboo [He/Xey/Bite/Bark/Star +Xenos]

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I'm good, I'm good I promise m'ggood,, ii am not sad r losing my marbles,,

Nno, that would be silly.

I miss my sun,, they're so warm and comforting. ..

They are the sun.

and I am the sea. .. a never ending, sad, vast thing that takes up space. I am cold at the bottom and warm at the top, filled with things that infest me. ..

The sun warms me, making me shimmer with blue and they are warrmm and nice and handsome,, I miss them, I am cold. .. so cold and dark without the immediate light that radiates off of them. ..

The sun is my home and I am caught in an endless tug to them, I crave and love their warmth.. . I love them ..

I miss them, I am cold. ..

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If the website does die I know none of you care but my Twitter is hauntedc0mputer and my Instagram is hauntedarchive

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Other blog, mostly poetry, is @thehauntedarchives , If anyone wants it :]]

[thehauntedarchivestwolol]

My fridge isnt filled with anger like his,, it's disgust at what he should have done. It's overflowing and spilling out,, rotting in the drawers and the stench seeping into the plastic lineing. It's so full that I can't close it, I can't bring myself to push on the door anymore. . . Some liquid oozes onto the floor in front of it, seeping into the floor and getting on anyone in its range. . . It soaks their socks and sticks to their feet, most people avoid it in total. Only a few daring to step into it to try and make it into the fridge.

. . . They're always driven away by the stench, if not today then tomorrow. They get tired that their feet are wet and cold. They get tired of the freezing air coming in from the door he left open. And so they leave my house. And they return to their own, less rot infested, fridge and home.

My walls are peeling, to the point I can't hide it anymore. People are talking and whispering about the smell that follows me, it's seeped into my bones and I can't scrub myself free of it.

I fear I never may.

He filled my fridge with hatred and rotting food, I didn't know that the smell would stay. I was to young to realize, naive by love and trust of a young mind, I let him store his extra rot in my fridge, he hid some in boxes and drawers.

I couldn't stop it after, I found out,, I wouldn't. This is what loved ones did, right?

I stay like a loyal dog. I figured, if I took his trash and rot he would really love me one day.

I'm still waiting. . .

My socks and skin are soaked by the ooze, and still no father in sight. The door has been open forever and the cold air is flowing in. I can't close any of the doors, the snow is piling in and the liquid is freezing me to the spot.

I can't move.

It's cold.

"please come back. .." I hear myself whisper, an echo of the child he abandoned.

[thehauntedarchivestwolol]

I know myself the best I have right now,,

Yet I am as lost as I have ever been at the same. Exact. Time.

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My fingers still ache from the cold, it's not a bad ache, uncomfortable yes. But soothing somehow.

I wish to lay in the snow and weep,, to scream and throw snow, to feel alive by thrashing around and yelling. To feel alive by the pain and the cold, to feel. alive.

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I float through the halls, everything towering and swaying. I want to weep, I want to cry out, nothing leaves my mouth. I am sewn shut, a small bug in the endless archives,, eating away at some things files. I am lonely. I am a wanderer.

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I wonder,, I wonder like a ghost through these halls. Wishing to be a kid again, it is dark and I am a wisp in the night. .. files and papers scattered about around me,, I am lonely. I am a wonderer. I am a ghost in the archives, I may never find my way out. . ..