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Please no d£ath threats to ppl who make fanfic thx and have a nice day

╭ • :¨ ·.· ¨: • ┈┈ • ┈┈ -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈╮ `· . ୨୧ ⌞ practice writing : JJK⌝ ─ ୨୧ There wasn’t many things six-eyes couldn’t pick up on, but the emotions of others were one. Something about being understanding of the inner workings of the world around you, yet unable to truly get the 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 was a real pain in the neck. Suguru was one prime example of someone Satoru couldn’t ever fully comprehend. How could he justify hurting people to the degree that he must have to, to pursue those damn ideals he claimed? Was he right? Was Satoru fighting the man in the right? He never could pick up on what Suguru was thinking, what if he knew something Satoru didn’t? Didn’t Satoru know 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 by now? It was a failure of his own abilities that he couldn’t tell, couldn’t grapple with the idea, he was sure. He wanted to understand why anything ever happened within the brain, but it was quite obvious that would never happen by now. ╰┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ • :¨ ·.· ¨: • ╯ `· . ୨୧ eyesofsix 💬 : bleh this is rambling. anyway, publishing this anonymously on a symbols website. because i have nothing better to do, I guess. + feel free to use any of this for whatever, its not even an au its just random word vomit. probably sucks, but this is an anonymous website! ╰┈➤ hah. cant judge me here. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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WHY ARE YALL WRITING SMUT ON HERE IM DEAD I LOVE THIS WEBSITE 😭 𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼

if youre struggling with a corn addiction and going on here to relieve yourself (by doing yk), im here to encourage you to resist your tempations! weve all been there, or most of us, but one way or another you are able to accomplish your goal of quitting lust. remember, God, or whatever higher power you believe in, loves you, and i hope you enjoy the rest of your day!!

Dropping some school related drama . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Okay so, i was going into the girls bathroom the other day and i legit saw a megamind shrine. A FRICKING- like there was a blue balloon on it was a pic of megamind, and around it was blue jewellery and stuff nah but seriously two girls SKIPPED school to watch over the shrine my school is a psych ward at this point (╥﹏╥)

any pinterest whisper girlies here?? ₊˚⊹♡

btw yalls smut fics suck ass ^_^ stop being fucking weird. Go on Tumblr or ao3 or wattpad or something not a fucking font website. Let people look for emojis u waste of space

(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) im so sick of accidentally clicking on weird ass stuff jst post ur shit to ao3 or smthhhh..... -🍀/ᐠ≽•ヮ•≼マ

There’s something poetic about screaming before you die. In under-exertion, like a deer caught in the headlights, you fail to get away from your captor, but you cover yourself up nonetheless in useless armor of your own forearms, turning your head away in fear. You think it’ll do something, but in the heat of the moment (or maybe your blood vessels, the hair on your arm standing on its ends) you don’t think it’ll do anything but. There’s probably a policy for how that works. Science. Logic. The iron will of a hand flayed out, all the while the person doing so furrows their brows, the corners of their open mouth wrinkling against their cheek in a crude gesture of dominance. Shame on me for depicting that as something wrong, because I’m doing it right now, right? Subtle, but not subtle at the same time. The gesture of raising your arm, up-up-up into the sky, and lowering your hands clasped together a knife wrapped around it down-down-down into your victim, all the while they yell for their lives, something utterly futile; but poetic too. One of mankind’s elegies in their final death throes, expressing it in the way they know best. Conversing, saying something - opening their mouth, wide, before it closes, and so do your eyes, and your legs altogether, collapsing onto the ground. … Ha. Has winter ever been this cold? Tsugino stared down at the corpse beneath him, his back unable to hitch its owner up by the feet anymore now hunched against a garbage bag. He stared at him — it, or him? His face, so previously full of life the day before at school, chatting with a bunch of his classmates which surrounded him; eyes beady brown, glimmering in the specks of dust splattering from against the classroom window… now marble-like. His face was never this dark before, his bangs casting a shadow downwards his eyelids and into his cheeks. It was never this cold before, either. With his right palm touching the corpse’s cheek, he blew an exhale into it a moment after. There was no use caring for a NO. If they didn’t love him, who’s to say he had to care for their wellbeing in dingy alleyways either? Nobody. Nobody at all. _ … Though, now, he had somebody by his side. Wasn't that enough for him? He didn't know at all. Bleak days of cooking, walking to preparatory school, sauntering back home so as to review his notes, all the while met with a familiar face that greeted him each day — red bangs which curled into a small face, and into sharp eyes the same hue as his hair bounced each time Maeno tilted his head to the side, squinting due to his smiling widely — saying “Oh, Tsugino, you've finished cooking dinner?!” only to scrunch itself up in disgust, realizing he had mixed vegetables in it . . . this was fine, after all. Tsugino had grown accustomed to it. In fact, he delighted in such normality, knowing that for once, he was content with this life. He smiled at the sky, and it smiled back at him. If only it had just stayed the same forever. For some reason, Tsugino couldn't help but turn his head away from Maeno, not in contempt, but neutrality, because he realized something was off with the way he viewed his roommate (friend, former doctor, former handcuffed-by-the-wrist-partner) and he didn't know how to deal with it. He'd had felt these feelings before, but now that he was more, admittedly, mentally stable, the influx of emotions came through into his brain, overriding its insides completely. He didn't know what to do in order to handle these emotions, because he knew what they were; he just didn't want to say them out loud. He knew what it was. It was just at the tip of his tongue, rolling off of his mouth, swirling into his ears and back into his brain, mind’s eye trembling at the thought of it. He knew it was. Each thought he had about Doc intensified by the second, each tick of the clock creaking in a momentary steadying of itself before spinning in circles. His own cheek in his own palm. A pursing of his lips. His elbow holding his face propped onto his studying desk. His eyes inclined to the wooden surface, for it had naught else to focus onto for the time being. Maeno grinning, his teeth crooked into the shape of a feline cat shining through his open mouth. His eyes closed, fluttered, eyelashes barely visible when opened were his eyelids now visible, specks of what seemed to be dust sprinkled about. His red hair, messy, strands coiling themselves back into his scalp because he barely brushed his hair, if ever, even though the braid which dangled through his right bang was neatly kept, moving, turning once he looked at the camera (Tsugino’s imagination) Snap. Maeno’s eyes. They angled upwards, the upper eyelid curving into an arc ever-so-slightly. His pupils were smaller than the average person, the bottom half of his sclera made visible by his irises shaped into an oval, though jouncing to the side each little glance he took at each little precious thing he wanted to focus his attention onto. Snap. Maeno’s eyebrows. They were thin, long. Darker than his hair color. They were expressive. If you were to cover up his entire face, his eyebrows would still be something you could utilize in order to discern what he was feeling. Snap. Each time his collarbones peeked out from under his shirt as he angled his torso towards you. Snap. His fingers, long, scarred. Even though they had bandaids littered about, right onto his knuckles or other more curious locations like the tip of his index finger, they were pretty to look at, veins protruding through the back of his palm as they posed for the camera or as they wrapped themselves around an object. Snap. His skin. Snap. His knees. Snap. His ankles. Snap. His wrists. Snap. His chin. Snap. His cheeks. Snap. His ears. Snap. His back. Snap. His nape. Snap…? His everything? Was it the click of a polaroid camera, slowly lifted down in order for Tsugino to look at his muse in all of his glory, or a metaphor for Tsugino’s desire to eat Maeno whole? Was it his forlorn to reach his hand out to Maeno as he placed his palm onto his, wrapping his fingers around his hand before gently tugging at Maeno’s wrist, afterwards pulling him forward, leaning his chin into his for a kiss, or did he want to sink his teeth into his lips, tearing through it for he lowered it down into his chin, lower and lower into his stomach stained with blood which trailed through the gaping hole in his stomach, crudely shaped into the edge of a knife? Was it about Tsugino's scrutinizing gaze, cold, soft, everything in between, or his desire to kill Aki? It was both. It was two. One. Haru wanted to kill him. He wanted to see him dead. He wanted to see Aki’s guts spill out from outwards his stomach, the tenderness coming with a splurch and ending in a crescendo that was from in-and-out, dipping into the sausage-like organs. He wanted to reel his forearms back into the air, holding a knife in his trembling hands now gripping tighter onto the handle, only to stab Aki in the throat. He wanted to see him in such a position he couldn't help but be killed by him, maybe yelling, or maybe not. Maybe tears running down his cheeks, down the corner of his sharp eyes now squinting, closing in impulse; he wanted to kiss his tears away. He wanted to see its translucence, sempiternal, somewhat vaguely stained with red coming from his stomach, or his throat, or his eye, any part of him. He would accept all of them. He would accept all of them gratefully, kissing them too, or cutting them up into tiny pieces, chewing each in his mouth with a crunch from his left and a crunch from his right, before leaning into his collarbone made visible by the tank-top unfolding to the side, sinking his teeth into his skin, deeper into the flesh, and deeper into the muscle. He would like that. Two Haru loved him. Aki had taught him cruelly the meaning of love, and gently the meaning of love. He wanted to wrap his fingers around Aki’s jaw, before sliding his fingers forward to his chin so as to prop his mouth in front of his, kissing him, the hot air pressing against their faces each breath they took through inside of the mouths, pirouetting, swirling into their humid surroundings as Haru tilted his head to the side so as to lick at Aki’s tongue, swirling it around the base, their salivas mixing together into one - maybe that was the sort of thing he sought out in eating him, because that too was Aki inside of him. … … … … … Tsugino knew what he felt. He was so embarrassed, he had to say it. There was no use running away from it any longer, anyways, because any more and he'd have been lying to himself. He had a crush on Doc. Maeno Aki.

Kept In Dark "I'm worried about myself," Nick said. "Maybe you should be," I told him. "Can't we turn on some lights?" "Not yet." Sometimes it's hard to tell when a friend is joking. But Nick had sounded truly nervous when he asked me to come over this afternoon, so I decided to take him seriously. "What's got you freaked out?" "I've been having dark thoughts lately." "Everyone has dark thoughts." "Not like these. They're sick, man. I don't know where they come from." "Horror movies?" "No, I don't watch those. But I've... I've also been having these crazy dreams. Really vivid. Like, apocalyptic, with demons. I'm afraid to sleep." "You have been looking kind of washed out lately," | admitted. "Maybe see a doctor?" "Wouldn't help." "Why not?" "Because there's more to it. That's why I called. I need you to tell me if you see it, too." "See what?" Nick stood up and walked to his window, where the sun glowed faintly behind cheap venetian blinds. He pointed at the floor. "Watch that spot. Right there." "The carpet?" "Just watch. Please." "Fine." The carpet looked normal, not even a stain. Then I heard Nick take a deep breath, followed by the clacking blinds as he pulled the cord to expose the sunlight. "Jeez!" I cried, yanking my feet off the ground as a dark shape came slithering forward. It disappeared directly under the couch where I sat. "Oh gosh," Nick moaned. "You saw it." "That's... impossible. Was that really your...?" "Yeah," he nodded miserably. "I've heard of being afraid of your own shadow, but why is mine scared of me? What does it know? by IPostAtMidnight

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There's No Reason to Be Afraid By Reddit user by whoeverfightsmonster ~ When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we'd get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the house's original furnishings was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she'd manage to move it all the way to the center of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we'd moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow. She'd murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she'd hanged herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse's living room, with a woman's body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.

CRYBABY Late last night I woke up to the sound of someone crying. It was an eerie sound, and surprisingly loud as well. Although I wanted to get up and go check it out, I was a bit scared and tired so l ignored it by hiding under the covers. Today at breakfast I told my roommate about it. "That was me." She replied with a tone of fear in her voice. What a relief, I thought. "I was crying because I saw a... a thing watching you while you were asleep." @Death.and.Terror

When / was younger, my uncle John was going through a divorce. He came round to our house to get some advice from my parents and at one point said he could feel the energy of two children, a boy and a girl, in one corner of the room. Soon after, four year old me walks into the room and I said "The children woke me up." My folks asked what children, so I point to the same corner uncle john mentioned and say "Those children" and everyone went pale and quiet. - cocgamer

The clown statue A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter. About an hour after they left for a night on the town, they realized they had forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her. After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children watching too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.) Well of course she could watch TV in their room, they replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous. "Take the children and go to the neighbors," said the parent. "We don't have a clown statue, we'll call the police." The police caught the clown as he was running through the neighborhood.

why did i see a nsfw fanfic of trump and biden on here .. BRO IM DONE 💀💀

y/n = u ofc p/n = partner/ partner’s name first story uploaded, by lilx 🎀 everyone else, make some stories 2! u wake up at 7:00AM, just as usual todays u and ur boy/girlfriend’s anniversary! p/n lovess music and sunsets. as a gift, u decorated a CD with stickers of sunsets or anythng p/n likes, and burned a playlist onto it! he/she is gonna luv it! just then, u get a text! its from p/n p/n: hey!!!! its our special day 🤭🤭 y/n: yea ik!! do u wanna meet up? i have a gift 4 u <3 p/n: actually, im already at a place! wanna meet me at our fav cafe? y/n: yea! be there in 5! <3 love u! p/n love u 🫶🏼 (now, imagine urself getting ready to meet p/n!! including getting in the car and arriving) p/n: Hey! come over! y/n omgggg hi! / hey! you walk over to p/n, theyre at the garden area seating. <3 p/n: hi babe! y/n: hi! p/n wanna see your gift?? y/n: yess! im so excited p/n pulled something out, and guess what! it was smth on ur wishlist for a long time! y/n: OMG! REALLY?? I LOVE U SM TY!!! p/n: no problem princess/ babe <3 y/n: wanna see ur gift? p/n: mhm! i rlly wanna see what u got me! u took out the CD from your bag, it was in a box you painted to look like a sunset! p/n: haha, its a sunset box! y/n: yeaaa! open it! p/n opened the box, and gasped in awe p/n: TYSM! you guys ordered some food and ate together, and ended the day at the beach. hope u enjoyed!!

☁️people aren't going to stop posting weird stuff on here just because you tell them not to. y'all are more annoying than the people uploading it at this point ☁️

BRO WHO THE FUCK MADE AN INC3ST N0NC0N SMUT FANFIC WITH THEIR OCS ON HERE I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND A BIO YALL CHILL TF OUT AND KEEP THAT IN UR NOTES 💀😭

guys its .peach ⚠ I AM NOT QUITTING! ⚠ i just posted a new story <3 whoever is impersonating me pls stop, its wrong. .peach is nottt stopping 🤍 im not quitting dws !! <3 - luv, the real .peach 🍑

idc about the shitty smut on this website or the "erm guys you cant dislike sex, the stigma on it comes from religious extremism!!" (which may be true but there are plenty of reasons to not want to see sex everywhere AND acknowledge that forced religion is bad) , but i think itd be really cool if, on this website, you could make an account and then block tags that upset you so that i dont have to hear about everyone yappin

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7th Barn ~ A wealthy farmer, had owned a lot of land and built a new barn on his property every time his wife had a baby. He named each barn after each of his kids and by the time this story takes place, they had 6 kids and were expecting number seven. But the farmer's wife died in childbirth and so did the unborn baby. The farmer went insane with grief. They say the farmer in his madness, took and axe one night and led his children out to the barns, one by one, and murdered them. He buried their bodies in the seventh barn. It was in the seventh barn that the farmer hung himself. Eventually, as the story goes, all the barns were torn down and the land was sold off. All except for number 7. Nobody would buy the land because of what had happened there. It was abandoned and soon fell into disrepair. No-one was ever really sure where the seventh barn was located. It was definitely in Ohio. In 1997, an Ohio teacher claimed that he had found the infamous barn's real location. The teacher pinpointed the location because barns on neighbor properties all had nameplates on their door with the names of children engraved on them. The teacher and his son set out at night to visit the barn, hoping to capture some paranormal activity on video. The next morning, the teacher's wife reported her husband and son missing. Police found their abandoned car by the roadside. While searching the area, they entered a barn in a nearby field and found the dead bodies of the teacher and his son hanging from the rafters.

hi!! im peachie! im gonna make stories on here so feel free to search .peach to find them :) u can also create stories using .peach! theres no specific genre just anything ;) yea thats it hope to see u!

" remember — no matter where, no matter when, no matter what the reason — one should never poke fun at death. " as the directshe picked up her bag. everything she ever wanted to see again was on the fate of her journey to wuwang hill. yet, also the time when she bid farewell to her grandfather. it was just her, with liyue's moonlight glowing to illuminate the path through the hill. as the time passed, one reached the " border ". thus, this is one's place where sacrifices were made, the place where it separates life and death. herself, she thinks of it the last time to part the soul of her late grandfather. for two days, she kept holding onto hope. but hope itself let her down, as she finally arrived at her destination, her grandfather was not to be seen. she wandered through weeping souls, through the darkness that remained silent, but no sight of her grandfather. at that moment, in exhaustion, she closed her eyes for a sleep. awaken in the next day, to be seen with lone souls around her clapping and jeering: - " silly girl, why would old hu be here in all places ? " the realizations struck to her. her grandfather's soul held no grief, and is to be passed on peacefully. she smiled to herself, as she settled back. " in the darkest of times, always live your life to the fullest. " as she walked back to wangsheng, a feeling of relief was exhaled by her breath. " farewell, grandfather. "

ʰᵉʸ.... ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵒʳʳⁱᵇˡᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ, ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵒⁿ, ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜˡⁱᶜᵏ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵍ '' ᶜᵘᵗⁱᵉʳᵒⁱ ,, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ.. ʰᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵘ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ..

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୨୧⸝⸝﹕heyoo bunnies!! I know you have been waiting ! (╥﹏╥)﹐⊂🎐⊃ ‹𝟹 sorry it took a while! so, here is all u have been waiting forr!! ( search up “_chibi..bunnii” for more stories (´-ω-`)） warning - do not post any thing using the tag “_chibi..bunnii” without permission! This also includes that you shall not take inspo/copy my story and claim as yours. Please give credits if you use,, My socials ; yt- bunniiplush tt- chibi..bunnii_chan ⸝⸝ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs !! ₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ;; riri jin fiola justin riri has a fear of a pain that she experienced when she was young, it seems to come back for her. When she was 3, she got a cut by her friend while she was playing in the park. Recently she has been dreaming about it nonstop, facing difficulties to focus. Now she has changed schools and no longer remembers the friend, she feels happy around as her 2 closest friends, jin & fiola are there for her, she feels safe..until… the “friend came back”, his name was Justin. “ class there is a new student named Justin sire, please give him a warm welcome!” The teacher said. “He looks familiar…like as if I’ve seen him in my life before…hmm..” riri thought to herself. A sudden idea struck to her mind, she wanted to be friends with him so she could understand the weird and familiar feeling and who it really was. “riri, what’s the answer to question 42? You seem very unfocused compared to last week. Have you slept well?” The teacher asked. “ah..sorry mam, the answer to question 42 is 98.” Riri mumbled, feeling weirder every second. during break time, she went to get food from the stalls. She felt that someone was watching her, but she had a plan. after getting food, riri snuck into the back of the school hall to see if anyone would follow. Hearing footsteps, she yelled “oi! Who’s that huh..stalker isn’t it?? Come out and hurry up show ur face!” “Ah, fine” said a fine voice, “j-justin?! The new kid?? Hah… what are u doing here? Why are you following me?” She stuttered. “ well.. you know you remind me of someone that I kind of don’t remember.. part 2 coming soon bunnies,,!! comments: Say hi or any feed back!

❗Berry Avenue Story❗ I had a friend, Lily. She had the most perfect, straight, blond hair with the most gorgeous pair of chestnut eyes. Everyone loved her- no, they adored her. Every time she walked in the hall, she always left girls complimenting her and boys deeply in love. But for me, it was different. They didn't care about me at all. In fact, they acted like I didn't exist and I wasn't there. Although Lily was popular and all, she was really nice to me and everyone and had good grades. She was a good friend, but I was jealous of her. One day, I invited her to a sleepover, and that's when I took action and made sure she wouldn't be back. Everyone was in shock, they couldn't believe that Lily had died. After that night, the police found her body in a shed. After that, I dated Lily's boyfriend, my long-time crush. After we finally became adults, he proposed to me. I was so excited for our wedding-and it was today. I felt so gorgeous and beautiful in my white pearl wedding dress. Though I did feel a bit of guilt towards Lily. Over these years, I've been trying to do my best to forget about her and move on. Just as we were about to complete the ceremony, a woman wearing a black wedding dress with wilted flowers in her hand walked on the aisle. We were all confused and told her to leave. She was wearing a black veil over her face, and looked down. When she finally looked up and removed her veil, I realized that it was Lily. In terror, I dropped the bouquet and fled. He came up to me and asked what happened. I asked, "You didn't see her?" He was extremely shocked and asked, "What do you mean? See who? Are you imagining things?" Soon, I felt faint and fainted. It was a totally blackout, I couldn't see anything or even move. But I sure was awake. And when I finally was able to open my eyes, I was in a hospital, in one of those hospital gowns. I looked at myself, I was all weak, and wrinkly. A lady there smiled at me and said, "It was great being your nurse. I'm so sorry that you couldn't live any longer." Someone was about to unplug something, and that's when I saw a ghostly figure of Lily and she said, "This is my revenge, you're coming down with me."

" remember — no matter where, no matter when, no matter what the reason — one should never poke fun at death. " the director picked up her bag. everything she ever wanted to see again was on the fate of her journey to wuwang hill. yet, also the time when she bid farewell to her grandfather. it was just her, with liyue's moonlight glowing to illuminate the path through the hill. as the time passed, one reached the " border ". thus, this is one's place where sacrifices were made, the place where it separates life and death. herself, she thinks of it the last time to part the soul of her late grandfather. for two days, she kept holding onto hope. but hope itself let her down, as she finally arrived at her destination, her grandfather was not to be seen. she wandered through weeping souls, through the darkness that remained silent, but no sight of her grandfather. at that moment, in exhaustion, she closed her eyes for a sleep. awaken in the next day, to be seen with lone souls around her clapping and jeering: - " silly girl, why would old hu be here in all places ? " the realizations struck to her. her grandfather's soul held no grief, and is to be passed on peacefully. she smiled to herself, as she settled back. " in the darkest of times, always live your life to the fullest. " as she walked back to wangsheng, a feeling of relief was exhaled by her breath. " farewell, grandfather. "

( ╹ -╹)? 💌 📪 ________________________ 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒕. ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 🏹💗 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚! 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა ________________________ (๑/////๑ " )💌 📪 EXTRA: ( //>///<//)🎀 yes… yes i do 💗 do.. you like me..? (o/////o " )🚗 (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝) YESSSS would you like to go with me to the dance? (¬////¬) PART 2 ONLY IF YOU LIKE THIS SERIES NAME: LOVESTRUCK 💗💗 new episode each week! like for more ★ starflann!! 🎀🍮

y’all.. stop being so sensitive over nsfw on this. yes i agree they shouldmt have it on a emoji website but blud its the parent’s fault if the kids see it. - sage

“there are minors here!!” yeah but do they understand the porn written? 💀 and for the people writing the sotires, go on a porn website.

we should make this the new 4chan or something! make this the place where girls argue or gossip anonymously lol

eclipse - chapter one. credits: me and my sister. please don't hate, it's my first time ever writing a story fr fr. tell me if yes and tag me in the post. (hiii_happeygirl) idgaf if u repost this just pls give credit, as this took long to make. (i have adhd rlly bad and its hard for me to focus on a task for very long) I walk into the coffee shop with absolutely no idea of what is going to become of today. Will their bond become stronger? Will I be left alone to cry? I don’t know. It smells of coffee of course, and sugar cookies. Oliver and Lexi arrive a few minutes after me and hug when they get behind the counter. I set my space up and start making a batch of cookies so we’re prepared to start the day. Baking cookies was a hobby of mine, and to make it even better, it took the thought of Lexi and Oliver off my mind. Oliver approaches me with a smirk on his face. “Hey,” he says. I take my airpods out and look into his eyes. I stand there and admire them for a little bit. “Maddie?” he asks again. “Yeah?” “Um… just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to our one-month anniversary celebration.” “Oh,” I turn around and stir my cookie dough. “sure!” He turns around and looks over my shoulder at the cookie dough I’ve made. “Here,” Oliver hands me an envelope that looks stuffed. I put on a fake smile and open it. Inside, there’s no invitation to a celebration. It’s a card. Handmade. “L O V E you! XOXO, Oliver” it reads. This is a prank, I tell myself. Looking into his eyes, I can tell he’s nervous. I don’t say anything and move on to the next thing in the envelope. A 25-dollar gift card to a spa. I can feel myself smiling. The last thing in there is a small bag of Hershey bars, my favorite candy. He sees that I’ve found everything he put in the envelope. “That’s what I got for Lexi. Is it good?” he finally says. A look of disgust forms on my face. I slap his shoulder and walk out of the coffee shop. I walk all the way home. “You fvck!ng b!+ch!” I scream when I get inside my house. Lexi is an exact copy of me. She has brown hair like me, blue eyes like me, and likes the same movies and candy as me. The only thing I ever was to him was his type. I should have known that the envelope wasn’t for me. Nothing good is ever for me. It then hits me. I haven’t experienced any happiness since the day me and Oliver broke up. I wait to cry until I’m in my bed.“Why can’t I be Lexi Brooks?!” I cry. I cry for hours. I cry until I can’t cry anymore. “What am I gonna do with my life?” I say while wiping my nose. Oliver texts me. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t know you would be upset about it like that. I had thought you moved on. Please forgive me. I don’t want things to be awkward. You’re still a great friend to me. And you know what? Lexi broke up with me earlier. So we can be sad together.” “not in the mood 4 ur games rn” I text back. “I promise it’s not a trick. Please just forgive me, Maddie. I love you. I wanted to say that earlier. But I thought you were over me. Lexi was always rude and used me for the money. I didn’t have the courage to end things with her, so I stayed with her. Though I thought I didn’t like you anymore, I realized I still do. Maddie, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “i swear its not funny oliver. i just want u 2 know im happy 4 u guys” “were not together anymore ily maddie pls just forgive me for everything” “fine! i wanna talk to u irl…come 2 my house and we can talk” “sure maddie :)” *** “Yeah!” I giggle. Oliver’s on the couch with me and we’re watching a movie. He glances at the empty bowl of m&ms and asks, “You want me to go get some more?” “Yeah, that’s fine! Thanks,” “No worries,” Oliver walks into the kitchen and I stay seated on the couch. I pause the movie and get up to fold the extra blankets. The room is dark except for the light coming from the TV. He finally walks back in with the bowl of m&ms and something else. “What’s that?” “It’s a gift card. You want it?” “Um, ok.” It’s the spa gift card from earlier. I smile as I put it in my pocket and unpause the movie. *** “Oliver?” I whisper. It’s 11:35 pm. He doesn’t answer. I brush his brown fluffy hair out of his face and cover him up with a blanket. I don’t know if I can forget everything that happened, but I’m starting to forgive Oliver. The TV turned off because we hadn’t messed with it in a while, so it’s super dark. “Love you,” I whisper. He smiles. An actual, genuine smile. I can feel my face turn red. Oliver wasn’t asleep. You screwed up so bad. As I close the door to my bedroom, there’s a faint whisper. “Love you too,” *** You need to clean this up! I think to myself. My room is an absolute mess. There are wrappers, bowls, papers, and clothes all over the floor. I decide to clean it later, and instead get changed into my pajamas. I get my shirt off, and there’s a knock on my bedroom door. It’s Oliver, of course. “Hey, Maddie? Can I come in?” “Yes,” I wait a second. “Let me get a top back on,” “It’s fine if you don’t have one on.” “You’re drunk.” “I’m not, Maddie.” He’s right. He hasn’t had any alcohol tonight. “Well then, you’re crazy.” “Real crazy,” he says sarcastically. He knocks again. I give in and open the door. “D@mn, Oliver. What do you want?” I say in a half-annoyed voice. He stares at my chest in disbelief. “I didn’t think you would actually do that.” “Same,” I stare into his eyes and just… lose myself. It’s hard to explain. I grab his face and kiss him. He hugs me and kisses me back. *** The night ends with Oliver in my bed. Nothing spicy or anything like that. We’re talking about random stuff. I hold his hand and lie down. He stays sitting on the edge of my bed. “Your room’s a mess,” he says. “I know,” I laugh a little. “I need to clean it up.” I turn so my head is in his lap and I watch him. He looks at me and smiles, and we watch the show on the TV in my room. After about 20 minutes I just have to compliment his eyes. “I love your eyes so much,” I sigh. “They’re so pretty.” I smile as he plays with my hair. Oliver finally opens his mouth to say something. “I love your smile even more.” OK SO TELL ME IF U WANT A P2 AND TAG ME IN THE POST (hiii_happeygirl) SO I CAN SEE IT, ALSO REMEMBER TO USE A UNIQUE NAME SO I CAN TAG U IN THE P2 OK LOVE U GUYS AND REMEMBER IF U REPOST GIVE CREDITSSSSS 💞

heres a smut/spicy story for my fellow horny freaks out there ^_^ (for the ppl saying that i shoulndt post this bc of minors, IM A MINOR MYSELF SO SHUT THE ACTUAL LIVING FUCK UP.) cis female submissive y/n ^_^ OK LES START 💖✨🪩🧁 youre driving to your boyfriends house. its 35 minutes away from your home. its raining and storming. you finally made it to your boyfriend (bf)’s house. he greets you with a hug and a kiss. his friends are there, too. hes having a big party. theres bright lights, strong alchohol, loud music, a big couch, and a flight of stairs leading up to his room.. “HEY EVERYONE!! MY GIRLFRIENDS HERE!!” he tells everyone. you love parties, so everyone is exited that youre there. especially the boys. everyone greets you kindly. (bf) turns up the music. everyone is drinking, partying, dancing, vibing and having a great time. 15 minutes later, everyone is playing truth or dare. “hey (bf), truth or dare?” (bf)s friend (mf) says. “DARE!” (bf) says. “I DARE YOU.. TO GO INTO YOUR ROOM WITH ME, AND Y/N.” “bet.” (bf) says. theyre all upstairs in (bf)’s room, with vodka on the side table next to his bed. “so.. what are we going to do? ;)” you say. “i think i know what we can do.. if yall are game tho.” (bf) says. “i aint no pussy! what is it?” (mf) says. “we can get a bit nasty.. if you know what i mean ;)” (bf) says, winking. “BET.” you and (mf) both say. you all get undressed. you get undressed first. first you take off your oversized, fluffy little twin stars sweater, revealing two huge, juicy, sexy titties being only covered by a very small bra. they bounce as you take off your oversized, light pink sweatpants, revealing one juicy, voluptuous ass and a pink, deep pussy being only covered by small panties. you take the panties and bra off. the boys both think you look so sexy and fuckable. they get a boner just THINKING about fucking you. the boys get undressed next. they both have a six pack and one big, veiny, stiff-as-a-rock dick. you lay down on (bf)’s king sized bed with white, silky bedsheets. “this is my first time with (bf) and (mf).. i wonder what their dicks taste like.” you think as your tits bounce up, and down, and up, and down. you and the boys start making out, them touching your tits and bouncing their cocks in and out and in and out of your pussy. “MPH~ HARDER~ DADDIES~” you say, muffled.you grab the vodka from the side table and take a big swig of it, the boys dicks still bouncing in and out and in and out of your pussy. (mf) takes the vodka bottle out of your hand and takes an even bigger swig. (bf) does the same thing. all 3 of you are drunk now and having a threesome. (bf) puts his dick up to your mouth, asking you to suck the tip. you suck the tip like its the nip of a baby bottle. “mph~ yes~ good girl~” he says, now cumming in your mouth. you suck his dick very hard, it getting even more deeper and cum-covered every suck. you eventually deepthroat him. he cums in your mouth. “good girl~ i lovee how you suck me~” (mf) puts his dick super far up your pussy. “AGH~” you make noises of pleasure. “DEEPER~ (mf) DADDY~” he puts his entire 10 inches into your pussy. you squeal with joy as you deepthroat (bf)’s dick and get (mf)’s dick so far up your uterus that you wont be able to piss for 2 months. “its been 12 hours.. are they okay up there? im gonna go check on them.” (ff) says from downstairs. she walks upstairs and opens the door to find all 3 of you smashing. (ff) doesnt say a word except 3.. “c-can i join?” “the more the merrier 😏” (mf) says. your threesome quickly turns into a foursome. (ff) gets undressed. shes very sexy, just like you, but nothing could EVER compare to you. (mf) and (bf) rub their dicks around (ff)’s vagina, and then (mf) sticks it in slowly, giving her time to adjust to his 10 inches. unlike you, (ff) is very new. (mf) eventually sticks his entire dick in (ff)’s pussy. “AH~ TOO DEEP~ IT HURTS~” (mf) takes his dick out slowley. “you guys are so good at sex~” you say. “do you all wanna date?” everyone agrees. “should we get cleaned up and watch a movie now?” (ff) says. everyone says yes. they all take a shower and the rest of the night was filled with popcorn, daiquiris, cuddles and scary movies. smut made by louie (all pronouns) :]

"You're not going anywhere, you hear me?" Rachel's voice crackled over the phone line. Her words hung in the air, echoing the weight of her grip on the receiver. "I just need some space," came the muffled response. It was barely audible, but Rachel heard it, clear as day. She knew that tone. It was the one her younger brother, Alex, used when he was hiding something. Rachel glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was a quarter to eight, and the day had been one never-ending battle of wills. She'd had enough. "Look, I don't know what's going on with you, but you're coming to stay with me for a while." Alex sighed heavily. Rachel could picture him slumped on the edge of his bed, his eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot. "I'm not a kid anymore, Rach," he said, the words dragging like lead. "I can handle it." Rachel felt the familiar tightness in her chest. She'd always been the strong one, the one who took care of everyone else. But Alex? He was her baby brother. He was supposed to be invincible. The kitchen was spotless, the smell of lemon cleaner still lingering in the air. Rachel had been trying to distract herself from her worry by scrubbing down every surface. But it was no use; the gleaming tiles and chrome only reflected her fears back at her. She took a deep breath and leaned against the cool counter. "Just come over, okay?" she said softly. "We'll talk it out." There was a pause, so long she thought the line had gone dead. Then, "Okay." It was almost imperceptible, but Rachel heard the defeat in his voice. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Alex arrived an hour later, his shoulders hunched and his eyes cast down. Rachel didn't know what was going on with him, but she knew it was bad. As she pulled him into a tight hug, she felt his body tense. "It's going to be okay," she murmured. "I'm here for you." The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the distant wail of a siren. Rachel made them both tea, the warmth of the mug feeling like a lifeline in her trembling hand. They sat at the small table, the silence thick and oppressive. Rachel's heart hammered in her chest as she waited for him to speak. Finally, Alex looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. "It's just... it's all too much, Rach." He took a shaky breath. "I don't think I can do this anymore." The words hung in the air, a dark cloud threatening to suffocate them both. Rachel's heart skipped a beat as she realized the gravity of the situation. She reached out, her hand shaking slightly as it hovered over his. "Do what, Alex?" He stared into his tea, the steam swirling around his face. "Everything," he whispered. "I don't know how to keep going." The weight of his confession settled heavily on Rachel's shoulders. She had no idea what kind of storm was raging inside him, but she knew she had to be the one to help him weather it.

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"Hey, you know what we should do?" The sudden suggestion broke the comfortable silence of the afternoon. 2, A host at the local cafe, had just finished getting some tea from their favourite cafe. "What's that, dear?" 2 inquired with a quaint British lilt to their voice. They had always been a curious number, eager to learn and experience new things. The speaker was a contestant, Gaty to be exact, with a wild imagination, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's throw a surprise party for the other algebralians!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling over with enthusiasm. 2's heart skipped a beat. A party? For the others? The equation playground was usually quite orderly, a place where numbers and variables frolicked in predictable patterns. But a party? That sounded like a delightful chaos, a celebration of unity and difference. 2's mind raced through the possibilities. They had always loved baking, a hobby that had grown into a well-known talent among people. "What a splendid idea, Gaty!" they said, their eyes lighting up with the thrill of a new challenge. "But where should we hold it?" Gaty's grin grew wider. "How about the forsest?" 2's eyes widened. The forest was a relic from the early days of the playground, a tangled mess of branches and equations long forgotten by most. It was the perfect venue for a party, a place that hadn't seen joy in a long time. "The Forest!" 2 repeated, the excitement baking a warmth into their voice. "That's a brilliant idea!" They quickly set to work, planning every detail meticulously. The invitations were handcrafted, each one a miniature masterpiece of algebra art, with delicate x's and y's intertwined with loops and swirls. The guest list grew as they thought of everyone they wanted to invite: the integers, the variable, X, Irrationals, and even the constants! They decided to keep the theme a secret, among the guests. The day of the party arrived, and 2 could barely contain their excitement. They spent the morning baking a series of numerical treats: pi-themed pies, square root cookies, and a grand cake in the shape of the Fibonacci spiral. The scent of sugar and spices filled the air, and the warmth of the oven was a comforting embrace. They decorated the forest with streamers of polynomial functions and balloons that spelled out 'Happy Equation Day!' in binary. As the sun began to set, casting a soft glow over the playground, the guests started to arrive. The chatter grew louder as numbers and Irrationals mingled, sharing stories and laughter. The algebralians looked around in amazement at the transformation of the once-Normal space. The party was in full swing, and 2 couldn't have been happier. They flitted from group to group, ensuring everyone had a cup of tea and a slice of pi, their laughter echoing through the branches. An internal conflict began to stir within 2, however. They realized that while they enjoyed bringing everyone together, they felt a strange loneliness in the midst of the celebration. They were a host, a number that didn't quite fit in with the others. But as they watched the joy on their friends' faces, they knew that this party was about more than just the thrill of a good time; it was about unity, acceptance. "Hey Two! Have you seen X? I need to ask them something." It was four! One of 2's frenimies, who was always looking for a good time but had a knack for missing the deeper meaning in life. "Oh, Four," 2 said, trying to keep the annoyance out of their voice. "X is probably by the punch bowl, I think I saw them with the Irrationals earlier." Four's eyes lit up. "Great, thanks!" They dashed off, leaving 2 to ponder over their own feelings. Despite the delightful chaos around them, 2 felt a pang of sadness. They had always been the one to bring everyone together, but never truly felt like they were a part of the equation. They looked around, trying to shake off the feeling, and noticed a group of constants standing together, whispering and pointing at them. 2 approached, their curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" 2 asked, trying to sound casual. The constants looked slightly embarrassed. "Oh, we were just talking about how amazing the party is," said one of them, Pin. "We're all so impressed with what you've done here." The others nodded in agreement, and 2 felt a warmth spread through them. "Thank you," they said, genuinely touched. "I just wanted everyone to feel welcome and happy." The conversation grew more intimate as the night went on, and the constants shared stories of their own struggles with fitting in. It dawned on 2 that everyone had their own battles, even numbers as steadfast as they were. The party had become a place where the algebralians could be themselves, free from the constraints of the playground's usual order. As the stars began to twinkle above, casting a glow over the forest, the music grew softer and the partygoers gathered around the bonfire. 2 stood in the center, their heart swelling with love and gratitude for their friends. They raised a toast, their voice carrying over the crackling fire. "To unity, to friendship, and to never forgetting that we are all a part of the same grand equation!" The algebralians cheered, raising their cups. 2 felt a sense of belonging wash over them. They were not just a host, they were a catalyst for change. They had brought the playground together in a way that transcended their own number, and in doing so, they had discovered a piece of themselves they never knew was missing. The party continued into the night, with stories, dances, and even a little algebra magic. 2 watched as the equations they had crafted grew more complex, the relationships between the guests evolving into something beautiful. It was a night that would be remembered for a long time, a night that had started with a simple idea but had turned into an unforgettable experience for all. And as the last guest left, 2 stood in the quiet forest, surrounded by the glow of a job well done, feeling more whole than ever before.

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Somewhere, on a rutted, nearly impassible back road in rural Monroe, Connecticut, stands what locals call the House of the Faceless People. This ancient farmhouse is enclosed within a forest of gnarled, bent, and bony-looking trees, and all of its windows are boarded up. If visited at night, the house will be entirely dark. However, on certain occasions a dim kerosene lamp can be seen through the slats covering one of the windows. This, it is said, is the caretaker's room. He's an old man who oversees the faceless ones. Though he is occasionally spotted working around the yard or chasing away cars that pass by too slowly, his faceless charges remain nothing but a mystery. Some believe the house's inhabitants are the fabled Melonheads, however, no one truly knows who, or what, can be found inside the House of the Faceless People…

Thump, Thump, Drag A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV, the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Later that night, the children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stubs of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. www.facebook.com/strngeworld

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Skibidi Toilet stared at the reflection in the mirror, his eyes red from crying. It had been a rough week, and it was only Tuesday. He had to make a decision he never thought he'd face. The room was silent, except for the occasional drip of the faucet echoing through the emptiness. It was a stark contrast to the usual laughter and banter that filled his house when LankyBox was around. LankyBox, with his awkward charm and gaming prowess, had captured Skibidi's heart. But the cracks in their relationship had started to show when Skibidi realized that Lanky's 'gyatt' was at a mere level one. It was something he had tried to overlook, but in the hypercompetitive world of gaming, it was a glaring weakness. The lack of confidence in Lanky's voice when he played, the way he'd shrink away during raids - it all pointed to the same thing. No rizz. Skibidi knew he had to face the music. He took a deep breath, wiped his tears, and opened his computer. His fingers hovered over the keys, composing a message in his mind before he finally started typing. "Hey Lanky, we need to talk." The words felt like lead as they materialized on the screen. He stared at them for what felt like an eternity before hitting send. The minutes ticked by like hours. The anticipation was unbearable. Finally, a notification popped up. Lanky had seen the message. Skibidi's heart raced as he waited for a response. The seconds stretched into minutes, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the chat bubble flickered to life. "What's up, Skib?" Skibidi's fingers trembled as he began to type. "I don't think we're... compatible anymore. I need someone with more... presence in the game." The words stung as he wrote them, but he knew he had to be honest. Lanky's silence was deafening, and Skibidi felt the weight of his words hanging in the digital void. He waited, his eyes glued to the screen. After what felt like an eternity, Lanky responded, "What do you mean?" His avatar's expression was a blend of confusion and sadness. Skibidi's chest tightened, but he couldn't take it back now. "I need someone who can keep up with me, Lanky. Someone who doesn't hold me back with your low level gyatt." The words felt like a betrayal, but he had to be firm. Lanky went offline without another word, leaving Skibidi to face the cold reality of his decision. The house was eerily quiet, and Skibidi couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake. He tossed and turned in bed that night, plagued by thoughts of Lanky's hurt expression and the hollowness of their once vibrant relationship. The next morning, Lanky was gone. His side of the bed was cold, and his gaming chair sat empty. Skibidi felt a pang of regret, but he pushed it aside, telling himself he'd done what was best for both of them. He went about his day, trying to focus on work and friends, but every time he looked at his gaming setup, the void was glaring. That evening, Lanky returned home, his eyes puffy from crying. He'd spent the day scouring the internet for answers to his gyatt woes, determined to prove himself. He had bookmarked countless articles and YouTube tutorials titled "How to Level Up Your Gyatt in Record Time," avoiding the clickbait promises of overnight transformations. He sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding eye contact. "Lanky," Skibidi began tentatively, "I didn't mean to hurt you." Lanky looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and determination. "I know," he said, his voice small. "But I want to change. I want to be someone you can be proud of in the game." The next week, Lanky threw himself into training. He watched videos, read blogs, and even signed up for an online gyatt boot camp. The house was a blur of energy drinks and furious typing as Lanky competed in the World Gyatt Olympics, an intense digital competition where contestants battled to push each other out of the virtual ring using their charm and wit. Days turned into weeks, and Skibidi could see the change in Lanky. He was more confident, his laughter grew louder, and there was a spark in his eyes that hadn't been there before. The WGO finals approached, and Lanky's dedication paid off. He found himself in the final round, his heart racing as the virtual lights shone down on him. The contestants were all skilled, but Lanky had something extra—desperation, hope, and a love that fueled his every move. The match was intense. Lanky's avatar, once a noobish representation of himself, had morphed into a force to be reckoned with. His quips were sharper, his strategies more refined. And then it happened—Lanky pushed the last player out of the ring with a flourish of digital finesse. The chat exploded with congratulatory emojis and cheers, and there it was, the gold gyatt medal appearing around his avatar's neck. Skibidi watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling with pride. He couldn't believe it. Lanky had done it. He'd gone from a level one to a champion. The TV broadcasted the final moments of Lanky's victory, and as the camera zoomed in on his triumphant face, Skibidi felt a pang of regret. He had underestimated Lanky, and in doing so, had hurt the person he cared about the most. He knew he had to make amends. The crowd in the arena roared as Lanky's victory was announced. Skibidi's phone buzzed with notifications—messages from friends and viewers alike, praising Lanky's performance. But it was the one from Lanky that made his heart skip a beat: "I did it for us, Skib. Can we talk?" Skibidi took a deep breath and typed back, "I'm watching you right now, Lanky. You're amazing. Let's talk when you get home." The anticipation was palpable as Skibidi waited for Lanky to return. He had so much to say, so much to apologize for. When Lanky finally walked through the door, clutching his gold gyatt medal, Skibidi was there, ready to listen, to understand, and hopefully, to make things right.

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My first Warriors Fanfic piece: written on 11/28/24 DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT ASKING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Greenkit lay curled up in her nest, but sleep refused to visit her. She yawned and stretched, but her eyes remained stubbornly open as she gazed up at the stars twinkling through the den entrance. She tried counting them, but she lost track after the first dozen. She tried closing her eyes and picturing a warm, cozy place, but all she could see was the darkness around her, and the silhouettes of her slumbering littermates. She was getting more and more frustrated by the minute, and she couldn't help but let out a pitiful mew. Sootcloud, Greenkit's father, heard her cry from the other side of the nursery den and padded over to her. "What's wrong, my little one?" he asked tenderly. "I can't go to sleep, Dada," Greenkit replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've tried everything I can think of, but sleep won't come." Sootcloud smiled knowingly and sat down beside her. "Ah, I remember those nights," he said. "When I was just a kit, I used to have the same trouble. But I learned a trick that always put me to sleep." Greenkit's ears perked up. "What trick?" she asked eagerly, her stubby ginger tabby tail swishing. Sootcloud licked her forehead affectionately. "I sing," he said simply. “I sing just like my mother did. I sing, just like the Sisters.” Greenkit rolled her eyes. "Daddy, I know you're a great singer, but I doubt that will work." Sootcloud chuckled. "Not just any song, my dear. A very special one, a song about the wonders of the night and the mystery of the northern wind." Greenkit looked at him skeptically. "I don't know that I've ever heard that one." "Of course, you have," Sootcloud said. "It's the song I always sang to you when you were just a tiny kit, remember?" Greenkit thought for a moment, and then she nodded. "Oh, that song! I love that one." "Good," Sootcloud said, and began to sing softly: "Hush, little one What do you hear? The wolf's howl deep in the forest, And the foxes' yowl in search of food. The owl screeches as she flies above, A symphony of sounds, all sung in nocturnal rhyme. But don't be afraid, dear For the night is a friend She covers our fur with her dark pelt, She wraps us in her stealthy embrace. With peaceful darkness, a calm, gentle wind The northern wind whispers in the trees Its chilly breath, the midnight breeze Feel how the wind blows through your bones! See the treetops shake and shiver...! So, close your eyes, and let dreams take flight. As you drift off to sleep in the beauty of the night. For the stars will shine and the moon will glow And the wonders of the night will forever call. The wolf howls through the forest. He wants to but cannot rest. His pack is hungry, and it’s cold in their den. The north wind ruffles his fur as it brings the scent of prey. The wolf raises his savage head, ready for the kill. Hush now, little holly berry, sweet slumber to thee May the mysteries of the night be yours to see The northern wind has tales to tell, of lands beyond where spirits dwell. Mysterious and unknown to all Yet the wind remembers them…as the leaves fall…” Greenkit felt her eyes start to droop as her father's voice wrapped her in a warm sense. She snuggled down into her nest, feeling the rhythm of the song like a lullaby. The words were like a story, a tale of mystery and beauty that captured her imagination. Gradually, she felt herself drifting off, the edges of sleep tugging at her mind. Sootcloud lowered his voice, slowing the tempo of the song, until he was hardly singing at all. His eyes were closed, and Greenkit couldn't tell if he was still singing or not. She lay there for a moment, listening to the silence, and then glanced up at her father. Sootcloud's eyes were open, and she could see the moon reflected in them. He smiled down at her, his face touched by the light of the stars. Greenkit smiled back, feeling her eyelids drift shut. The last thing she heard was her father's voice, soft and gentle as a breeze, singing to her of night and wonder and the mystery of the world beyond. And then she slept, peaceful and content, dreaming of all the amazing things the nighttime held.

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~ hus x wife smvt story 🤍. : smvt / prn / 13+ : ~ heres for all u freakss (u play the wife <3) its a gorgeous day, the sun is shining brightly in puerto rico, where you and your husband are on your on your honeymoon your limo arrives at your stunning clifftop villa, overlooking the crystal clear, shimmering blue sea stairs down from the cliff give you the option to head to the beach below whenever you want, making this getaway truly romantic you squeeze your husband's hand tightly in excitement as the door of the limo is held open for you, and you both climb out, taking deep breaths of the ocenic, salty air crashing against the cliff below your chauffer carries your luggage inside, and the breathtaking view of the house's interior, complete with a spiraling staircase, almost challenges the outside landscaping. the chauffer wishes you both a lovely stay before he gets in the limo and drives off leaving you and your new hubs alone. ········· ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ········· later, you both get ready for dinner, putting on nice outfits and you pick a tight-fitted, sexy red dress that is cut short well above the knees the dress enhances your slim body with it's curved, tempting features. it captures every single curve and dip in your delicate body. after doing your hair and makeup, you walk into the entry way, where your husband waits for you. his jaw drops ever so slightly and his eyes scan your body, every delicious inch. for a moment, you think hes going to get mad about the amount of body your showing. but he pulls you in by the waist and french kisses you, one hand cupping your cheek and the other- the one that was on your waist, slips down to grip your ass and hoist it up. you let out a tiny moan and this turns him on more than ever, you feel the buldge in his pants as he presses his body against yours. you hope you dont get wet in this dress. after a few more minutes of making out and tiny gulps for air, you pull away and you both are breathing heavily. "h/n.. w-we have dinner reservations~" "fuck the reservations," your husband says. "i want you. your body. your love.." he says shakily this surprises you because he's only seen you naked a few times, and you two have never gotten intimate. of couse, youve touched eachother PLENTY, but a tiny state of shock still washes over you. "im hungry, tho.." you whine. "fine." he mutters. you call the limo and a new chauffer drives you to the fancy, exquisite restaraunt. the glamour and luxury of the place is genuinely gorgeous in your eyes. you both are seated next to each other at a table, the chairs against the wall and the front of the table facing the rest of the restaraunt. after ordering drinks, you both begin talking about the activities you'll be doing on the honeymoon. you pick up your phone as the conversation dies, and suddenly you feel a tight grip on your inner thigh. your eyes flutter back in pleasure and delight as your husband rubs your inner thigh in hard circles, massaging a spot that makes u see stars~ "baby..~" you whine. "were in a restaraunt..." he smiles slightly. "i dont care, love." your hubs continues to rub harder, making you squirm in pure pleasure. you feel yourself starting to get wet in your tight little dress, and you make a tiny moan of despair. the last thing you want is to have a little 'accident' in this dress. when you sit down, your dress goes even farther up, and now it's so short, your bikini line is practically exposed- but only to your husband. your big breasts move up and down for each shaky breath you take, and he cant contain himself anymore. "[name..]" he whines, slipping his hand up the bottom of ur dress and feeling your soaked thong, barely covering your pvssy. youre feeling incredibly horny yourself, so you nod and he takes your hand and you both get the fuck out of there. the limo is waiting for you both out front, and you climb in and press a button, letting a private wall come down between your seats and the drivers so you both have privacy. chauffer starts driving and your hubs hoists you on his lap so you're facing him, you feel his boner in your ass through his pants. he pulls up your short dress and gets a nice view of your soaked (now transparent) thong, as well as the juicy pink pussy thats buldging underneath. he slips off the thong and pulls down his pants, before hoisting you up as wetness drips down your inner thighs he moans in pure desperation to taste pussy... his dick sticks up, precum dripping off the delicious tip. he then lets your body ease down, his dick going in your pussy slowly. you make little moans and gasps and whimpers as it's inserted into your tight little clit~ this turns him on even more and he hoists your body up and down.. up, down, up, down, so your'e bouncing and riding his big cock. he shoots cum into your tiny little pussy and you moan, grasping onto him as you ride his cock. cum drips out of your clit and you whimper and whine, the pleasure is amazing..~ he begins kissing you as you bounce up and down on his sex, one hand beginning to take your shirt off and the other helping you ease his cock inside and out, inside and out. you feel the hot sensation of his tongue swirling inside your mouth, his hands explore every dip, curve, and inch of your perfect body, running down it and touching you in places you love. your shirt comes off and your bra unclipped, he begins to give you hickeys on your big, pink breasts, dripping with slight milk and precum. he licks it up and bites your bottom lip, swirling his tongue in your mouth as you gasp for air in between kisses. you bounce harder, making him gasp and moans escape his mouth as he massages and rubs your breasts in aggressive circles, moving them up and down before biting your nipples, making you moan, he goes harder and harder, forcing your body to bounce and bounce as he grinds his hips against yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy and ass filling the air. good thing the wall is sound proof. he throbs inside of you, making you moan intensely but not too loud, and wonder if you can handle this. he fills you with an unbearable amount of cum, and you wonder how he's been holding it this whole time. he finally takes out his huge cock and the minute you have no support, cum comes pouring out of your pussy, flooding our laps and the carseats. i moan in despair "its okay little miss waterfall~" your husband says. "we'll get you cleaned up~" "mhtmm~" you whimper and he begins massaging your outer lips to comfort and pleasure you. you sigh in relief and pleasure... but suddenly the car stops.. you realize the limo has arrived at your villa !? "oh fuckk..~" your husband groans, knowing we're both naked and any second now the doors will be opened... part 2 coming if u guys want it !! reply by tagging .peach saying u want a part 2 <3 thank uu xo ~ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

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guys if ur gonna post smut or wtv pls put warnings,, and proshipping + paraphilia is fvcking disgusting. atleast make your smut good you little horndogs 💀 it's ok to have sexual feelings and to write abt them but make sure there's tags!! ^_^ the main problem is ppl putting random tags like 'star' and 'coquette' underneath it, put relevant tags so when ppl wanna see it that's what they find and when they don't, they see silly littel emoji combos !! - alienkat :33

"disabilities aren't aesthetic" Yes, but you don't need to say this under the posts of disabled people showing off cute mobility aids, decorated med organisers, a cute bed set up, the art piece that represents their disabilities, etc. Whether theyre your fellow disabled folk or especially so if you're able-bodied/neurotypical, allow disabled people freedom of expression and the little joys they can. People cope with their disabilities in diverse ways, and sometimes that means you will see a disabled person romanticizing their life, or making their aids aesthetic. Someone existing and expressing themselves, making their lives more comfortable and enjoyable, should not be seen as ”glorifying” anything. I’m not telling anyone to go make themselves disabled, nobody should take their health for granted.

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respectfully, write a heartwrenching suicide note and blame it all on your parents because they couldnt buy you v-bucks, grab a knife and cut your arms so much that you look like the american flag, go to the nearest tower and on the roof, throw the knife down upright before jumping so that when the knife stabs you mid-air, the pressure of the knife will rip your organs apart and the air pressure will send them flying out of your body to create a bloodied mess raining down on earth. When you reach the ground, the impact will crush your bones and create a pancake in which a homeless man buried roadkill in it. Thank youuu 🤗

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Story of the wonder girl: I was a depressed freak. No one in school wanted to play brookhaven with me. They're all fake, I thought to myself, I should shoot up the school. I had long black hair that reached all the way down to my thighs. I have bright blinding blue eyes that could make anyone blind if they stared into my eyes for too long. But no one ever stared at me anyway, I was just a freak in their dull black and white eyes that couldn't see the world how I saw it. I slowly walk to the closest gun store. I lived in America, so there was always a store that sold guns around the corner. "aren't you a little too young to be here?" the owner asked. My blue eyes slowly turn into a shade of blood red. I couldn't take the daily ridicule of not just the cruel high schoolers, but now also workers who were clearly below me on the social ranking. I curl my hand into a fist and smashed the glass that kept me away from the AK-47. "NO" the broke worker who probably had nothing left to live for cried. The minute my left hand managed to take ahold of the AK-47, the underpaid worker knew it was over for him. I shuffle back holding the gun as my hands slip into position, then boom. I fire the gun at the worker sending him crashing into the wall. A small smile appeared on my face. "heh..time to shoot up the school," I whispered reassuringly to myself while laughing quietly. The blood red color in my eyes were hard to see at first, but now they were easy to see from a mile away, meaning I craved blood. I calmly slip the AK-47 into my bag, then realize that I should get more people to shoot up the school with me, which meant I needed more guns. I kept smashing the glass and taking more and more guns. a mini gun, a rifle, a sniper, a pistol, and much more. I looked up at the workers body, which had now slid down to the ground and was bleeding out at a rapid rate. That fool, I thought. He dared to question me, and now he faced the cost of it. I walk out of the gun store as if nothing happened, knowing it was quite the opposite. I close my eyes for a minute and take full control of my inner demons that I let come out when I got mad at the worker. My bag gave me a lot back pain since most of the guns were extremely heavy. "I must suffer a bit in order to accomplish a goal.." I said to myself. But while I wasn't looking, an old man had crept up behind me. "Watcha doin' lil girl? Girls like you should't be thinking." I couldn't control my inner demons. I instantly start levitating and strike the old man down. I saw 10 people on the sidewalk, staring, like they'd just seen Satan himself. They weren't just anyone though, They were witnesses. They all had to die. My inner demons now in full control grab the minigun from my bag and shoot everyone there. "NO WITNESSES." My inner demons chanted over and over again. "NO.. WITNESSES!!!!" Once everyone on the sidewalk had been shot up with the minigun, I take control of my demons, put the gun back in my bag, and continue walking. I knew no one would notice a few dead bodies on the side of the road, people always got shot up in America so this was normal. I look up from the bloody sidewalk as my hair flew in the wind. I had to go home, and plan how I was going to shoot up the school. (part 2??)

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Hi guys! I'm Gutz, and I'm gonna be a writer! (NOT SMUT RELATED, DO NOT ASK!) You will be able to find my stories under the tag DeadWolfGutz. Talk with me, read things, whatever the hell. I'll mainly be writing mystery, horror, action, fantasy, that shit. I'll try to post frequently, but I can't promise I will. And to verify it's me, I'll use the emojis 🐺🩸🧠 in the beginning of all my stories.

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they're just like me. but different. now that im gone.. i can FINALLY be alone. its like a wish i never asked for..! im finally in peace, in peace. in peace.. ‘ WAKE UP ’ huh??? what.. what happened?? im. back??? but i was alone a minute ago???? now.. THEY GANGED UP? SERIOUSLY???? YOU KIDDING ?? ' you should leave. karmas coming ' WHAT??????? THEY WERE FOLLOWING ME ALL THIS TIME.. THEY.. THEY..... THEY. they. erm.. RAHHHHH THEY FOUND ME. TAJSJSHSJSJSNSMSHK.!!! I CANT HELP IT. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. AHHHHH. IM . IM. IM. ERM.... GOD SAVE MEEEE RAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHÁ i, WOKE UP??? IT DOESN'T LOOK THE SAME..!!!!!! Part two soon <3 - mina!

The Mafia Hearing someone weeping in Jade, her sister's, room, Trisha quietly and silently, like her father taught them, went in. Jade was actually crying about Jason, her boyfriend. Trisha scowled, "Him, again, Jade? I swear you gotta break up with him. He won't stop breaking your heart and then trying to repair it again." Then she continued, "One of these days, if he does this again, I swear I'm going to use all of the methods Dad taught us on him," Jade sniffled, "Well, I guess you won't have to do that," Trisha, who was previously casually leaning on the wall, stood up straight and prompted, "What do you mean by that?" Jade said, "What I mean is that Jason broke up with me so we're not together anymore!" Trisha was shocked, Jade's boyfriends NEVER and she means NEVER EVER broke with Jade before. Only Trisha had to convince Jade to break up with them because they weren't deserving enough for her. "I'm gonna k!ll him," Trisha was about to walk off but Jade pulled her, "Please. You know it's bad enough that some people are making rumors that we're part of the Mafia. Doing that will only just prove their assumptions." Trisha scoffed, "So what? It's not a rumor anyways, it's true," Jade said, "How about this? I need some time alone and then I'll think about it, and maybe you can make a decision?" Trisha said, "Jade, do you know why I think you're adopted?" Jade shook her head, "-because you have a soft spot. You're so overly nice to people. We're the Mafia, we gotta be strong and we DEFINITELY will do something when someone breaks our heart." Jade laughed lightly, "Haha, I'd rather not listen to your advice right now." All her life, Trisha had been cold-hearted to everyone and tough. But to Jade, she had a soft spot for her. Trisha softly said, "Hey, I know it's hard to recover from a break-up. When I had to break up with boys, unlike you, I didn't have a sister to help get revenge," Jade looked at her, "You had Dad, and you know how strict and tough Dad is." Trisha said, "Whatt, that's a dad thing! All dads are overprotective of their daughters when stuff like that happens." Jade smiled, "I'll think about it, and if I agree, I'm doing it myself." Trisha exclaimed, "WHOOP WHOOP! That's what I'm talking about! Top-notch daughter of the Mafia!"

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+ The Operation On the farthest point of Long Island, the last scrap of land that still counts as New York, there sits a tremendous, abandoned building. Protected by its own isolated location, there is also at any given time two to three Security Guards there. However, if one approaches the cast iron gates on the night of December 4th, you will see that on this night, even those few security guards refuse to work. The gates are left unlocked, and the wind will be utterly still, a nearly opaque fog filling the peninsula. Go directly to the main doors and step within, there will be a single long hallway, the end occluded by that fog. If you look to either side upon entering, you will see a modern operating room through a glass door. The further in that you walk, the older the equipment will get and the more old fashioned the doctors will be dressed. When you can finally come upon the end of the hallway, the screams of the patients will be nearly deafening. The hall will terminate in an open door leading to a single wooden table where a man in woolen medical clothing, stained brown from blood, will be bent over a corpse. The body's face will be covered, and the man will turn silently, screwing the top onto a cloudy jar of liquid, filled to the brim. He will hand this abnormally heavy object to you, before turning back to his work. Instantly, you will be outside of those cast iron gates. From that point on, disease and injury will never affect you, but if you ever open that cloudy jar and pull out the contents... you will find a heart, pulsing and beating loudly in your palm. A sudden feeling of horror and revulsion will pass through you as realization strikes, that you have just pulled your own living heart from your chest.

It has been said that the definition of insanity is "doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results". I understand the sentiment behind the saying, but it's wrong. I entered the building on a bet. I was strapped for cash and didn't buy into the old legends of the hotel to begin with, so fifty bucks was more than enough to get me do it. It was simple. Just reach the top floor, the 45th floor, shine my flashlight from a window. The hotel was old and broken, including the elevator, so that meant hiking up the stairs. So up the stairs I went. As I reached each platform, I noted the old brass plaques displaying the floor numbers. 15, 16, 17, 18. I felt a little tired as I crept higher, but so far, no ghosts, no cannibals, no demons. Piece of cake. I can't tell you how happy I was as I entered that last stretch of numbers. 1 joyfully counted them aloud at each platform. 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 44. 1 stopped and looked back down the stairs. I must have miscounted, so I con- tinued up. 44. One more flight. 44. And then down ten flights. 44. Fifteen flights. 44. And so it's been for as long as I can remember. So really, insanity isn't doing something repeatedly and expecting different results. It is knowing, that the results will never ever change; that each door leads to the same staircase, to the same number. It's realizing you no longer fall asleep. It's, not knowing, whether you've been running for days or weeks or years. It's when the sobbing slowly turns into laughter

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