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another low effort hazbin meme dump because i feel so normal abt them (lying)

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part one.

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

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It’s a pipe dream, really.

Imagine meeting someone who wanted to learn your past not to punish you, but to understand how you needed to be loved.

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I’m actually going to bite your extended hand. Stay the fuck away from us. And never contact us again.

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THIS COLOR IS EVERYTHING. 😩😩😩♥️♥️♥️

#crimsonred

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“Do not expect people to tell you the truth because they also lie to themselves.”

— Don Miguel Ruiz

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horror • favorite gothic horror movies

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I’m gonna cry. It’s too perfect. ♥️

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So there won't be a second time. I have no need for those that aren't mine.

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Temporary

I have been meeting people since long, I have seen temporary people, I have been with few. They are sometimes the most amazing people you will ever meet.

I met a person, temporary or not, I didn't knew if they will be here with me forever or not, we met, we talked, we went out a few times, and it was all amazing, felt like life couldn't get any better. We were eyesore to everyone around us, I wrote in my diary for them

"I have been living life in this dark abyss, the black and white world, they have brought back the colours of life to me, it all feels beautiful"

They went away, I was drowned in colours, all the colours they gave me. all the red, green, blue.

It should have been end of it all.

their return brought back all the colours, it was all rainbows and butterflies, it was as if I was a little kid who has been handed the crayons for the first time, excited, bubbly and ready to paint the world in their colours.

but sometimes, temporary people should remain temporary, they are meant to be.

maybe the temporary people shouldn't be given too much information about your life, that's the reason they are not permanent, right? because they are non-judgemental as long as they don't know about you.

Once you start making a temporary person a permanent one in your life, that is the moment you are destined to ruin your own feelings and respect for that person. such kind of people are meant to know very little about you, just meet them, have non-judgemental fun with them and move on. holding onto them will ruin your own mental being.

the return of that person in my life, was a pleasant surprise, but all the colours slowly blended into each other, creating a thick, viscous shade of crimson red. it was blood, my blood, the blood of my feelings. the slow, viscous decline of my sanity blending into some bit my self-destructing nature, triggering it all. just like a juicer cutting down all the pieces of fruits into a gooey mess, slowly turning the fruit into a thick paste of nothingness, just pure insides of the fruit.

for all I know, I was husk of a person remaining, all of my insides have been chopped up into the pieces, the pieces of my being, the pieces of my existence, broken, broken, broken down, mixed, churned, gulped and eaten alive.

the fruits which stay put tend to rot faster, they get replaced with new fruit. young and fresh. the one fear I hold came true to me, again.

I wrote for them again in my diary:

"all the colours which came back, were nothing but shades of red"

(Image taken from Pinterest)

~ Necromancer

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Yes GOOOOOOODDDDDDD. ♥️♥️♥️

Crimson red

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I can’t wait to get my nails done 💕

idk which one to pick.

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Ugh. Yes. 😮‍💨♥️

cherry red

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It’s giving Hazbin Hotel. Especially my bestie, Angel Dust.

ㅤㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ㅤㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Hobie Brown. ㅤㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ㅤㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The one and only Spider Punk. ㅤㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ㅤㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎୨ ꒱⸝ ⸝˚✦ ‧˚₊ ୧ ・ೃ꒱ ੭ ⁾⁾

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Crimson woman