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I’VE JUST FINISHED CHAPTER TWO AT 9809 WORDS INCLUDING CHAPTER 1 Y’ALL WE’RE HALFWAY THERE 😭
On another, delightful note, I think you all will rather like the ending of it :3
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I had a vision while walking back to the hotel from getting barbeque, and I had to execute it immediately
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Fool Me Once (pt 2)
Pairing: Aemond targaryen x reader (wc: 3.6k)
Summary: Despite learning about Aemond cheating on you, life has never been sweeter. Who knew being so bad could be so good.
Warnings: manipulation, mentions/allusions to pregnancy issues, mentions of self harm
A/N: first, I just have to say thank you for the response to part 1. I truly had no idea it would get the reception it would. Thank you to everyone who followed me as well. I hope I can continue to produce stuff y’all like. I’m hoping to write more hotd stuff, Aemond and non Aemond related. I plan on taking a small hiatus but will be back around thanksgiving weekend. I will be writing on/off during that time but just away for a trip/the holiday. If you have any hotd requests my inbox is always open. I would try to get them out either before my hiatus next week (11/16) or after it ends (11/26). I’m pretty open to writing any character, though I will warn you I’m way more fascinated by the greens so they just come easier to me. Anyway please reblog, like, and follow if you read anything you enjoy 🫶🏽🫶🏽. And some housekeeping: in this Aegon is not r*pist who enjoys watching children fight (the hotd are truly…. not right for the cartoonishly evil way they wrote Aegon). He’s just petty and neglected. Also the timing of this is different from the books bc Aemond meets Alys pre dance.
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A bastard Strong. The irony is not lost on you. Your straight-laced husband fucking someone who is the complete opposite you. Older, no kids, no title, and no duty to uphold. At this point, it doesn’t hurt anymore. Instead, it makes your blood boil in the most delicious way. Aemond’s betrayal made you realize how you’ve been going through the motions; endlessly sleepwalking, hoping one day Aemond would come around. It woke you up to how much he’s taken advantage of you. He sees your kindness, and aversion to standing out as a weakness. Something he can manipulate and twist like one of his daggers.
The both of you must have forgetten where you came from. A rich, well respected house. The only daughter of smart, albeit conniving, family that knows how to get what they want. Your family didn’t have dragons or absurd ideas of exceptionalism to help you gain power. You’ve learned that inflated egos and prideful indulges can cloud Targaryen judgment. A trait you hope skips your children.
Shame on you for thinking Aemond would be different. Shame on him for the carefully curated facade.
All you do after Larys Strong comes to you the first time is think. You can’t remember the last time you’ve had this many options in front of you. Your mother’s words about patience run through your head. Keeping your wits is key. Play your hand too quickly, and you lose all leverage. You have Daella and the babe in your belly to think about. You stood pat in the beginning; Lord Strong simply relaying messages to you. You make sure Alys gets the letter Aemond wrote, and the ones after that. Lord Larys makes sure you get the details of each letter exchanged.
When the days grew lonely, and your body aches because of the babe in your stomach, you think about the letters. The declarations of love and recounts of lust filled meetups simmer in your head, but it’s the mentions of you that makes the anger sizzle and crackle. It makes the guilt you feel wash away.
You question if the rumor is true. That his Alys is a witch. Does her magic allow her to see the way Helaena can? Fuzzy premonitions and dreams that only make sense after they happen; a gift and a curse. A part of you wishes it to be true. You hope while your stomach stirs with untold truths, hers stirs with regret. Maybe the pain that runs through you leaves an unfamiliar taste in her mouth. That she can’t quite put her finger on it, but she feels you.
You wonder if when Aemond prays, he asks the Father to protect him… to protect her. The same way when you pray, you ask the Warrior to help you find the courage to destroy him.
It started with a bruise. A bruise that you don’t even remember how you got. Maybe one of those things you just wake up with. But it’s there, on the inside part of your left arm. It’s starting to fade but an otherwise noticeable bruise that stands out when you wear something with shorter sleeves.
The idea doesn’t come to you till you see the curiosity in Alicent’s eyes when you absentmindedly rub the bruise while asking if she’s seen Aemond. It’s only you two in the walkway; an unusually quiet day at the Red Keep. Her eyes go from it to the far away look in your eyes. It makes her tilt her head in thought.
“No dear, I haven’t,” her eyes go back to the scratch. “Are you doing alright? I know for some, the second babe can be even harder than the first.”
You look down at your arm, and something just clicks.
“I’m fine,” you start, then you make your voice tremble a bit. “I will be fine. I think I’m just tired.”
You give her a strained smile, and she returns one that tells you she doesn’t believe you. You can feel her big brown eyes burning into your back when you walk past her towards your chambers. There could be two thoughts in her head: you did this yourself or someone else did it to you. Either way, her son’s sweet pregnant lady wife is not doing well, and her son is nowhere to be found. Queen Alicent is one of the smartest, if not the smartest, person you know. She sees the change in her son; the change in the dynamic between Aemond and you.
It hits you. It would be too easy to physically harm Aemond. Though the idea of taking the blade that hangs from his hips and putting it to his throat has crossed your mind more times than you’re proud of. It would be too easy to get Larys to kill Alys. You don’t want to give Aemond the satisfaction of having his whore’s blood on your hands.
Where’s the fun in killing when your rage could be channeled into something more… methodical.
Under all that false bravado is the little boy who got picked on for not having a dragon. To break the man means bringing out that little boy. A truly broken man can’t love anyone. Isolation, and self hatred. What a gorgeous combination for your dear husband.
If this is going to work you need to up the ante.
So, you write. If Aemond and Alys can document their love, you can document your pain. You sent your lady in waiting out to get a blank book from one of the maesters. The color dyed cow skin feels smooth under your hands. There needs to be a slow build. Each day you grow closer and closer to shattering. Whoever reads it needs to know Aemond brought you to this place. He is the villain in the story of the poor, innocent wife that did nothing but carry his children and try to love him.
It will read like a diary, but to you it is a creation. A mixture of truth and imagination. A manifestation of pent up feelings. Purging and revenge all rolled up into one. You make sure to mention how terrified you are for your safety, and for you children’s safety. How an angry or disenchanted Aemond is nothing to toy with, especially if he has a bastard witch on his side. How maybe life would be better for Aemond if you just weren’t around.
But this fading bruise isn’t enough. Neither is just having a diary that will be discovered in due time. A deep cut, a dark bruise, half hazardously placed hand prints.. now that could work.
There’s something cathartic about the pain you feel when the dagger slices through your skin. The blood is so red and warm. It smears so smoothly on the page. Blood on your dress, cloth pressed to the wound, and wandering the halls is how Ser Criston finds you. You notice the worried, confused look in his eyes when you stutter out an ‘I don’t know’ when he asks what happened.
As the maester tends to your wound, you notice how Alicent and Criston stand in the corner of Alicent’s quarters. They occasionally glance at you while they whisper to each other. You recognize the familiar crinkle she gets in her forehead when she’s upset. All her children do it too.
“Sweetling, we both think it might be a good idea to give you your own knight of the kingsguard,” she sits next you. “Just to help you and… keep an eye on you during this vulnerable time.”
You blink. Not one mention of her son. But it’s clear to see how Ser Criston is with his queen. Submissive, and utterly devoted. Having someone like that is an asset. So, you smile weakly and nod. The more people who see you in this way, the better.
Ser Quinton Throne was quiet in the beginning. As if he was scared to be in your space. A far cry from the rambunctious knight his brother, Rickard, is. Moving past the initial shyness, he is attentive and even indulges Daella’s fascination with him. Despite you telling her not to, she would always run up to him, tugging on his white cloak to get his attention. She likes having someone around just as much as you.
The distance between Aemond and you had started to carry over into his relationship with Daella. Kids are more intuitive than adults give them credit for. Your throat felt tight when you daughter finally asks where father goes. You lie; it comes easy to you, easier than you thought it would. It makes you think if this is how easy it is for Aemond to lie to you. Or for everyone to not gloss over the clear problems in your life.
You would lying if you said it wasn’t nice having a man around, even if it was his job. It was Aemond’s job to do right by you, and he couldn’t do that. A man carrying out his orders with a warm smile was welcomed. The comfort of having someone who sweared his allegiances to you, and only you, and intended on keeping them.
You look from your embroidery loop to see Daella and Ser Quinton sword fighting with wooden swords. It’s an uncharacteristically sunny day. Perfect to get much needed fresh air, and apparently going to battle.
“She’s gotten quite good.”
Like a storm rolling in to ruin a sunny day, your husband’s tone is ever cold and distant. You hate the uncomfortable energy that radiates when he sits next to you.
“Yes, she has,” you stare at the Lysene lilac flower starting to come to life on your loop. “He’s good with her as well.”
You know he won’t like you saying that. He hates Quinton being around, and he especially hates how Daella taken a liking to him. Aemond scoffs and mumbles something under his breath you can’t make out.
“It’s just lovely having real protector around,” you continue to push your luck. “Someone so attentive and… strong.“
You look at with his a sickening sweet smile. He opens his mouth to say something, a complaint or rude comment since those seem to be the only reasons he talks to you, but he is interrupted by Daella yelling out for him.
“We’ll talk about this later,” he mutters to you, getting up.
“Oh you’ll actually be here long enough for that?”
The words slip out your mouth and it makes him turn to glare at you. It reminds you of the gossip you heard about him when you first arrived at court. How cold the king’s second son can be. It should’ve been a warning to you.
Quinton takes it as his cue to leave them be; you know he can sense how much Aemond doesn’t appreciate his presence. You watch as Daella clings to her father. As selfish as it sounds, you patiently wait for the day she too realizes he can’t be depended on.
“My mother used to make me embroider,” your knight’s voice breaks you out of looking on. “Something about being dangerous with a needle is just as great as being dangerous with a sword.”
You take a good look at him. If Aemond is the moon - ethereal, mysterious, and always changing, then Quinton is the sun. Bright, forward facing, and shines brighter with time. His choppy black hair, beard, and warm standing in contrast to your husband’s Targaryen features.
“Sounds like a smart woman,” you smile as he sits next to you.
His eyes linger on your embroidery work before traveling to you right arm. The blade wound was just starting to scab and scar over. His first day on duty was marked by seeing your husband give a long lecture on safety and ‘using your brain’ after Aemond saw your wound. The blade cut wasn’t under pure circumstances, but the look of resentment on your face was real. He saw that. He’s never asked what really happened to your arm.
“How are you my lady,” he whispers. You told him he can address you by your name, but he still insist on the formal names especially around others. “Is the babe giving you trouble.”
Ser Quinton, Helaena, and Alicent are the only people that seem to care about your well being, on top of the babe’s. Aemond concern went making sure the babe was fine to just not asking all together. It’s better that way, you think. You don’t think you’d be able to take fake concern about your little ‘mistake’.
“My bladder is being pushed on, I’m finding clumps of my hair on my pillow, and Maester Oliver told me this baby will weigh more than Daella did,” you reply lightly. “But other than that I’m doing fine.”
This pregnancy had knocked you on your ass. You’re sure the stress and thoughts that consume you don’t help. You know how it feels to come into a fracture family; it makes you feel awful for the babe in your stomach. Your parents tried hard, frankly too hard, to pretend things were good between them. Trying to prove their union was more than a duty for their houses. Till this day, you don’t know what’s worse: knowing they didn’t share that love or the years you watched them fake everything. They had ambitions, and to carry them out there needed to be an appearance of an united front. You took your father’s lead, knowing he always tried to have your best interest. The relationship you have with your mother often ebbing and flowing, especially since your marriage.
When you ravened your mother about your pregnancy troubles, she tells you that this is your responsibility to your husband. Harsh and utterly true. You don’t know if your father ever had indiscretions like Aemond, but you know she’d never plot the way you do. Her calculating nature showing up in different ways. Instead of going after him, she chose to focus on elevating you.
Her and Queen Alicent remind you of each other. Devoted to a fault. A victim who had no other choice but to fall in line.You pray for the both of them. Pray that they find peace with the sacrifices they’ve made. Pray that you never get that far. A shell of yourself. Duty, responsibility, cleaning up others’ messes - what a dull way to live.
“Once he’s out, I’m sure it will all be worth it,” says Ser Quinton, voice not wavering.
He’s trying to be kind, mentioning the working theory in the castle that you’re having a boy. You try to smile at the thought. It’s hard to believe that. Plan or not, you still have to know the truth about the father of your children. There is hole left in your heart about that. Him disrespecting you is one thing, but his words pertaining to your unborn child is another. A sudden spurt of anger rushes over you thinking about everything. It makes you stand abruptly.
“I’m feeling tired,” you watch as Daella pretend to stab her father with her sword. Her giggles ringing out when he reaches to pick her up. The dichotomy of Aemond Targaryen will always fascinate you as much as it terrifies you. How he manages to smile in her face, and lie to yours is quite a sight to watch. “I’ll send Margret out to get Daella.”
Waiting for the perfect moment is not going to work. There no time like the present.
The stiff upper lip of this family is something you noticed the moment you stepped into their presence. It’s seeped into the way they gatekeep a dying Viserys. Alicent is cold and collected in the most beautiful way. A sharp glittering icicle. A pretty rose littered with thorns to keep you admiring from a distance. Even Helaena, who you consider a friend, keeps certain things close to the chest. It’s better to keep the full truth away from her.
But there’s Aegon.
Pitiful, and lonely Prince Aegon. A drunk with a bad attitude. But he’s also the most painfully self-aware person you know. There will be times that you and him exchange looks, as you are in on the joke. That everything is a farce. One day someone will just come up and say it’s all been a bad dream. You think it’s the reason why he frustrates Aemond so much. The teasing on top of him never taking the Targaryen name seriously. Aegon spends his days trying to drink and fuck his way out of thinking about his life. Stuck in a royal cuckold. The first born son of a king with nothing to show for it.
He’s messy, nosy, and so openly brash. He’s your missing chess piece. The perfect pawn.
You leave the diary around places in the castle you know he will be. It’s not until you conveniently leave it in the play room where all Daella, Jaehaera, and Jaehaerys all frequent that you know he’s taken the bait. His lilac eyes seem to follow you whenever you two are in the same room. It takes days for him to confront you; book in hand and wry look on his face.
“Is it true? Everything you wrote?”
You stroke your belly while looking at him, a small smile on your face.
“Does it matter that if it is,” you tilt your head, and his eyes glitter with something you’re not used to seeing.
He mirrors your head tilt with a full blown smile on his face this time. It’s like a bright light after weeks of darkness. A person who also sees through the bullshit that enraptures once you call yourself a Targaryen.
“I greatly underestimated you my good sister,” he whispers. You know he’s thinking about his own words. ‘Pretty but horribly dull’.
“That’s fine,” you motion to the seat next to you. “You can make it up to me.”
Queen Alicent stands facing the fire. Aegon, Helaena, and Ser Quinton off to the side. All of them standing across from where you sit. Aegon gives you a knowing look while Quinton’s eyes are filled with pity and anger. Pity for his princess, anger towards his prince. Helaena looks like she wants to say something.
“I… do not know what to say,” her voice is strained with pain. You know this hurts for her. The image of the perfect son being destroyed. The pedestal she put him on crumbling before him.
You’ve gotten better at crying after Aegon told you tears will be necessary to sell it. It’s an automatic response now. The perfectly timed emotion that breaks like flood gates when Alicent holds out the diary. You say you’re embarrassed. That you never meant for anyone to read it, especially not anyone in the family. Aegon gets to be the concerned good brother. He rubbed your back, while his mother called for Helaena. She needed to know who else knew about this.
“I can say what everyone is thinking,” Aegon pipes up. “He’s a fucking cunt.”
“Aegon.”
His mother turns to glare at him, but it doesn’t deter him.
“Walking around with that self righteousness just to fuck a Strong,” he scoffs. “Calling his child a mistake?”
The words makes Alicent sigh, and squeeze her eyes shut. Helaena continues to play with her fingers with a quizzical look in her eye. If Aegon of all people can judge, the actions must be bad.
“This all my fault,” you decide to take it up a notch. Your breath catches. “I must’ve done something to deserve this.”
“Oh my sweet girl,” Alicent walks over and sits next to you, pulling you into her chest. “None of this is your fault.
“I just don’t know what I did to deserve this,” you continue. That part is true; what the seven hells did you do to deserve this marriage? “This, and the baby, and missing my family. I’m just so unhappy here.”
Alicent strokes your hair. You can feel her heart thumping in her chest. You can tell she’s upset and scared. Scared for what your unhappiness means. You’re a risk now.
“Maybe… my father can come and visit. He hasn’t been here since Daella was born.”
After you got married, your parents left court to tend to your house. They felt their work was done. That the marriage was as far as their political ambitions can go. They visit from time to time to see their granddaughter but normally you’re the one who has to make the trip.
“Of course,” you can see the wheels turning in her head. “I’m sure the Hand would love to pick his brain on some things. Your father has always been so kind and helpful”
Queen Alicent is as predictable as she is smart. Your dad thought your marriage would help him get a seat in the small council. When no offer came, his ego was bruised. If your marriage couldn’t, maybe a desperate Alicent can. The idea of sending a raven about the news makes you have to bite back a smile. An ally in an castle full of strangers.
“I’ll speak to Aemond about this,” she nods to herself. “You don’t need to be worrying about this in your condition.”
The disappointment is clear in smooth voice. Before you can reply with a thank you, Helaena finally piped up.
“A baby’s green eyes spurs brighter skies.”
She mutters it before looks at you curious. You look down at your swollen belly, feeling confused. Neither Aemond or you have green eyes. You try to push the sinking feeling out of your stomach. Even Aegon, who normally ignores Helaena’s cryptic language, has perked up a little.
You take a look at Ser Quinton… his eyes as green as spring grass.
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I GENUINELY THOUGHT IT WAS EDITED OR SOME SHIT, BUT NO. IT'S REAL.
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ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵈʳᵃʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ, ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ᶜʳᵘˢʰᵉˢ, ⁽ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵃʳᵉ 🤭⁾
#fem reader#i am cringe but i am free#i love you#idk man#y/n art#delete later maybe#i draw shit#my art <3#sillyposting#help 💀#ticci toby#creepypasta#bloody painter#ticci toby x reader#bloody painter x reader#tobias erin rogers#helen otis#my art#🦈 anon#😭🔫#idk how to tag this#jesus christ#jesus loves you#my draws#ibispaintx#x reader#y/n#i wish you all the best#i love it#i am so tired
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Oh no!! You've been poisoned by Pillow!!
post update: She has legs now
#bfdi#tpot#pillow tpot#tpot pillow#bfdi pillow#pillow bfdi#I think you could use this as one of those tag-your-mutuals posts and “poison” other people? it's got that kind of vibe#pillow is Very Interested in watching you die slowfully and painly from poison#I tried to draw her lying down while leaning forward which wasn't that hard to do but... I forgot the ground 💀💀#I was 95% percent done by the time I realized. also I don't really know what else to do for the background so I just drew a shadow under he#I don't think it helps that much. augh#maybe I'll come back to this and add one later? yeah#also this was based off of some old meme image I had#post-post update: giving her legs was a little tricky cause my drawing program was lagging for some reason#I've never used a laggy art program before. I would never like to again
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Hello (again) Nimona fandom
#thats right#i didnt die#Im just bad at being consistent 💀#But the obsession is back full force so HERE I AM#art#drawing#drm art#nimona 2023#nimona#ballister fanart#ballister boldheart#nimona ballister#nimona fanart#man idk#just loading up way too many tags#I did this during class break before my bio lab 💀#help#might look wonky may fix later
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Asking Bucky if you can put your hands down his pants?
Bucky lifts his newspaper and looks down at you, you’re both laid down on the couch, you atop him swinging your legs idly with a grin. “Can I help you, doll?”
You tug at the waistband of his pants, “Can I put my hands down your pants, Buck?”
Bucky snorts, “Sure thing.” He goes back to his reading, you unbutton his pants, and pull down his underwear as much as you can before playing around with his dick.
#shitedrabbles#me personally I’m riding that dick like Miss Beyoncé said in Tyrant#imma be a tyrant hips are so hypnotic I’m such a tyrant. Beyoncé made me like country so gods help me#apologies to y’all who read my tags 💀✌🏾#Bucky Barnes x male reader#bucky barnes x gender neutral reader#shitequeue
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what is this guy's PROBLEM.
#metalocalypse#pickles the drummer#toki wartooth#Dumbass bitch#Fucking oddball#Weirdo bitch#i hope he explodes#Verbal abuse in the tags#Skwisgaar's boots in the background 💀#Toki looks like he has big naturals but it's just a tire 😭#Will and Nathan aren't in the picture sorry 💔💔💔#Mr breast#HELP#People don't even say “bless you” anymore they just look at you like this 😳😭#this is me btw if you even care
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why is Bojan acting like a puppy making me feel things akshsjshsbz
like it's not that big of a deal, he's just kneeling and looking up with those pretty eyes with his tongue out and with that smile, waiting to be told what a good boy he is............ and he'd be so obedient-
#can I still blame the fact that I'm ill for making me say these things? 💀#no. no I cannot. I'm just going insane :)#help ajshsjsgsjsg#fuck it. into the main tag this goes 🥰#joker out#bojan cvjetićanin
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People really out here posting major dav spoilers untagged and no under cuts or anything like. Vile
#behaaaave its only been a week for a 10 yr anticipation#had to unfollow fire artists like guys calm down#even tags dont help we dont all use pc 💀💀💀 dumbledore died ass behaviour
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Was tagged by @humanaaa to make a list of 13 songs I've been listening to lately!!
Haven't listened to many different songs lately (currently my main playlist is a Disorganized Hell), but these are the ones that I've been listening to the most:
Deep Cover - Milgram
Chimera - Deco27 (MegaTeraZero Cover)
Bug - KairikiBear (Chogakusei Cover)
Zombies - Deco*27 (Giga Remix, Chogakusei Cover)
This Is How To Be In Love With You - Milgram
Overdose - natori
Turing Love - NanawoAkari & Sou
Dramaturgy - Eve
PLATONIC GIRL - MikitoP (Amatsuki & luz Cover)
Double - Milgram
Say It - Yorushika
Aesthetic Sense - wanuka
Conveying Love Or Something Like That - aimyon
(Of course Deep Cover would get first place JKSKDBKSDF!! Been hearing it non-stop since it released. Like, go seigi girl!! Banger!!)
Besides that I've been hearing mostly songs from Milgram, Deco*27 (he can't stop releasing banger after banger❗❗), and some other vocaloid producer songs. Tho I usually prefer to listen to human covers (sorry Hatsune Miku i hope you can forgive me 🙏)
I'll tag @tokyogruel @good-beans @cubelogic @nilovalentine @mukuberry and @rainbowghostcat!! As always, no pressure tags, and anyone else can join :3
#14. skibidi toilet theme song#thanks for the tag :3#i HAVE to organize my playlist this summer vacation#it's in a state of COMPLETE DISARRAY like SOMEONE HELP ME ORGANIZE THIS MESS SKFBVKSBVKSV#i'm free from spotify but i sometimes feel like sisyphus trying to organize it 💀💀💀#how do you guys organize your playlists. by vibes?? by artists?? by blorbos??#thinking of organizing it into vibes?? like happy-sad-calm-angry-love?? is that a good idea??#anyways i tried very very hard to put as little milgram as possible. tho it still filled like 25% of the list. exposed as a m*lgram fan 😔#off: BRASILEIROS ME RECOMENDEM ARTISTAS NACIONAISSSS PFF EU PRECISO OUVIR MAIS MÚSICAS BRASILEIRAS#qrevo.txt
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Requested by a dear friend. The Gayrry.
(Watching my buddy stream this game! He's only on chapter 2! No spoilers in the tags, please!)
#the quarry#ryan the quarry#dylan the quarry#ryan x dylan#... i dont... know any of the fandom tags lmao im avoiding spoilers#majart#sketch#fanart#messy sketch#he has 2 saves... a multi-player save and a single-player save... 💀#supermassive games#yk the guys behind until dawn and the dark pictures anthology#.... stylizing realistic models into my style is hard bro#THE DARK ASS SHADOWS DO NOT HELP
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♡ᴹʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ᶜʳᵘˢʰᵉˢ...๋࣭ ⭑⚝ᴾᵃʳᵗ ² ᴱⁿᵈ
⁽ᶜʳᵉᵖᵖʸᵖᵃˢᵗᵃ⁾
⁽ᴶᵉᶠᶠʳᵉʸ ᵂᵒᵒᵈˢ⁾ ʲᵉᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱˡˡᵉʳ
ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴶᵉᶠᶠ, ᴵ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵃᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ, ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵃⁿᵃʳᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢᵒᵐᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈʳᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃⁿᵍⁱʳˡˢ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
⁽ᴸⁱᵘ ᵂᵒᵒᵈˢ⁾ᴴᵒᵐⁱᶜⁱᵈᵃˡ ᴸⁱᵘ
ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᴶᵉᶠᶠ, ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ, ᵇʳᵒ ⁱˢ ˢᵒᵒ ᵐᵉ, ᴵ ᶠᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ qᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᶠᵉˡˡ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ qᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ ᵗᵒᵒᰔᩚ🤭
#help 💀#i love you#idk man#fem reader#sillyposting#y/n art#my art <3#:33333#jeff the killer#jeff the killer x reader#homicidal liu#homicidal lui x reader#lui x reader#creepypasta#creppypasta x fem reader#creppypasta art#i am cringe but i am free#ibispaintx#lui te amo#creppypasta fanfic#jeff woods#delete later maybe#idk what else to tag#my fingers are dying#my art#mine#i can fix him#🥑#😭🔫#feelin cute
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Me staring at fanarts of quirked up white autistic wolf therian boys with brown eyes,trying to figure out wether it's Jason Grace,Laios Touden or that lil nigga from The Owl House:
#the fanarts where hunter isn't scrawny asf to show how he's gotten healthier aren't helping💀they even have the same type(percy/me/willow)#jason grace#laios touden#hunter noceda-deamonne#werewolf-adjacent jason grace#autistic jason grace#trans jason grace#trans laios#autistic laios#autistic hunter#punk hunter tag#trans hunter#transmasc hunter#pjo#dungeon meshi#toh#t4t jercy#laiopal#t4t huntlow#grimwalker dad and plant mom#wolfkin#otherkin#therian tag#autistic girl summer#tboy swag#💌#summerposting
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HELP😭😭😭
#never let me like two things at the same time AGAIN💔#STREAM EASY LE SSERAFIM#kaebedo#genshin fanart#finger artist#the cross over we dont want#please do not upload w/o permission‼️‼️#idk what to say in caption#should i tag tgcf#i came up with this at 1am#i hate school air#reupload coz i forgor to put watermark help💀💀
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