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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 (╥﹏╥)
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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 💞
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<@597828516406493225> 🦋⋆。°✩ *sys name* ✩°。⋆🦋 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 **collective info** 𐀔 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ .𖥔 __collective name:__ .𖥔 __collective prns:__ .𖥔 __body age:__ .𖥔 __headcount:__ .𖥔 __partner sys:__ **⊹** __host:__ **⊹** __co-host:__ **⊹** __gatekeeper:__ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 **frequent fronters** 𐀔 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ NAME ⋆ **age** ⋆ e NAME ⋆ **age** ⋆ e NAME ⋆ **age** ⋆ e 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 **boundaries** 𐀔 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ꕤ __touch:__ ꕤ __nicknames:__ ꕤ __dms:__ ꕤ __pings:__ ꕤ __frq:__ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ -> ᴘɪxᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ_ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏɴ ᴅɪsᴄᴏʀd search pixelated_thoughts for more!
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you guys are being so delusional rn . i'm js trying to find some emojis and I see a war going on this random ass website . you guys are immature and weird tbh . all i see at this point are free palestine protests and ppl fighting over absolutely NOTHING . saying "FREE PALESTINE" won't do anything . you think we'll look at your post and say "omg! i have to do something! i must donate and really make a difference!" ? NO ! They won't . i js know . now stop being hypocrites and actually be peaceful for one ? lemme find stray kids combos in peace .
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..
( ╹ -╹)? 💌 📪 ________________________ 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!! 🎀🍮
ᴍᴜᴍᴍʏ😊where’s George🤔I cooked him🤪PEppA🤓….*ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴜʀɴ ʀᴇᴅ* GOErGEE👹 𝘈𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏✨😱
yall i once stepped on a pufferfish and it exploded poison everywhere 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤯🤯🤯🤯
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youuuu mfs are crazy!!! why the HELL are we having discourse on a fucking emoji combos website.. over SMUT!!!! "ehmmm kids r gonna see this" it is SOOO obvious it's actual kids writing ts. this is some 2020 wattpad lemon type shit. this is crazy... get off emojicombos.com wtf!!!
✧:・゚( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ・゚✧𝙈𝙮 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙚✧:・゚( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ・゚✧ ╭───────· · ୨୧ · · ────────╮ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽: ╰─────── · · ୨୧ · · ────────╯ ⠀⠀ ⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ `· . ꔫ ╭──────────.★..──────────────────────────╮ ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ ⋆。‧˚ʚ Name: 𝑲𝒂𝒊 ɞ˚‧。⋆ જ⁀➴ Age: 𝟙𝟠 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ Pronouns: 𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖎𝖒 ✮˚.彡⋆。˚ Height: 𝟝'𝟜" ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚.˳·˖✶✶˖·˳.๋࣭⋆.ೃ࿔*:・˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚.˳·˖✶✶˖·˳.๋࣭⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ ˚₊‧꒰ა Name: 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 {𝓡𝓳} ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ °❀⋆. Age: 𝟙𝟡 *・⋆.ೃ✧ Pronouns: 𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖎𝖒 * ੈ✩‧₊˚ Height: 𝟞'𝟙" ⋆꙳·̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•❅*‧ ‧*❆ ₊⋆⋆꙳·̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚ ✂ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ ๋࣭ ⋆。 °✩ Name: 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 ✩⋆° 。 ๋ ✧°⋆˚୨୧⋆。 Age: 𝟙𝟟 ‧₊˚જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑ Pronouns: 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ‧⊹♡☁️ Height: 𝟝'𝟚" ๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧୧⋆ ˚。⋆ ⊹⋆ꖛ`ʬ۪꒰ Age: 𝟙𝟠꒰ʬ۪`ꖛ⋆⊹ ๋࣭ ⋆。 °✩ Pronouns: 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 ꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・Height: 𝟝'𝟛" ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿ ╰─..★.───────────────────────────────────╯ ♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ 🌠 ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ㅤ ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮. ( ) ♡ ( )☆ ♡ ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡ . ☆ ㅤㅤ( )☆ ♡ ♡   ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╯ . ☆ /) /) ପ(˶•-•˶)ଓ ~ If you want to view the story, please press the "M.B.I.I.W.M" tag /づ づ
(¬_¬") no.. (—o— ᵕ) hey sis, can u help me find a dress for prom?.. (˙ ​-˙​) i cant sorry.. Ask [crush] (—o— ᵕ) bestie, pls help me!! ( 💭 (˶˃⤙˂˶) i cant do that!! but i have no other choice..) sure! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა can u help me find a dress... ( 💭 (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑) he said yes?!!?!?!?!?) ( 💭 (≧ᗜ≦) im going to have a heart attack!!) ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! (—o— ᵕ) is this good? 👗🥼🧢 💕 (≧⤙≦) .. well (•́ -•̀๑'') if you dont like it, just say it (* °ヮ° *) no i love it!! (shes so pretty..) (-/////-) really? ( ^ ֊ ^„)♡ ..yes ( > 〰 < )♡ t-thanks!! the end!! give creds if use <3 search @astrocat! for more!!
some smvt i wrote (very bad) characters: y/n: you y/c: your crush It was a normal day, like always. You are wearing a oversized hello kittysweatshirt, no bra, and your n1pples are poking thru. you arent wearing any shorts, not even panties. You decide to just relax on your bed, watching the new Mean girls movie, then you hear a knock. ‘’Whoever could this be? ‘’ you thought. You open, and you see y/c. He smirked. ‘’hey baby. didnt know you would be here.’’ He runs his fingers thru his hair, making u blush. ‘’Ye, i came home early from France. After 10 min of straight up chatting, he grabs your boobs. ‘’Ohhhhhh ‘’ u gasp, as y/c rolls your n1pples thru ur sweatshirt, and he shoves his hand under ur sweatshirt. ‘’Is this okay? ‘’ he asks, for consent. ‘’yep. ‘’he carefully nips ur boobs with his teeth, underneath. He snaches the sweatshirt off you. Your nipples are taut, and pink with arousal. He smirks, happily that u arent wearing any panties. ‘’imma find your g spot ‘’. He flips you over the bed, and takes off his compression shirt and sweatpants. His abs and muscles contour his whole body, and his heavy breathing catches u. His calvin clein boxers were on the floor, no condom. He gets his tounge out. ‘’be a good girl and open your legs.’’ u do as he said, reaviking the pinkest, most jusicy with pussy juice dripping, and deep pussy. he puts his head close to your thighs, and begins to lick, circling ur clit slightly, making u twitch in pleasure. ‘’Ohhhhh ughhhughh😩…y/c..’’ you moan. he smirks, as you arch your back. the squelching noise is getting louder from ur pussy as he plunges his tounge in u. ‘’AHH OHHHHHHH AUHHSHHH ‘’ u twitch violently, spasming, and pussy throbbing. He smirks again, and fingers you, 5 fingers at once. u grip his biceps, as your juices start running down your thighs. he grips both of your boobs and rolles the nipple. You had enough of him teasing you. once he stops, you widen your legs as much as possible, and you start making the ‘ahegao face ‘, and moaning loudly and whimpering y/c name. You start rubbling ur clit, throbbing and enlarging. y/c gasps, and you see him getting hard. ‘’Ohhhhhh’’ u squeeze ur nipples and pump ur fingers in and out of you, and.. ‘’PSSSSS’’ you squirted. all over him. ur juices were all over his face, and abs. frick, he looked so hot. he licked ur juices off his face. ‘’omg…im so sorry… ‘’ u blush, embarrassed. ‘’its fine. ur a good sauirter. ‘’ he saids. he takes his 10 inch dick out of his boxers, which looked hard, and pointed upwards with precum dripping slightly. ‘’imgoing to shove this right into u.’’ he saids. ‘’m’kay, y/c’’ ‘’call me daddy.’’ he plunges it in in u, shoving it in and out and in and out super fast. his cum starts shooting all over ur pussy inside you, and ur face. « ‘’OHHHHHHHHHAHHUHHHHHHHHHH😩😩😩😩’’ you moan, and ur face twists into imennse pleasure as ur eyes roll back to the back of ur head. you start turning him over and grind him down, causing u to squirt, with ur pink pussy throbbing and him cumming all at once. ‘’lick this.’’ he puts his hard, 12 inch dick to ur mouth. u carefully handjb him, making him moan. ‘’y/n…’’ u bounce his balls together, and he grips onto ur boobs. he orgasms violentky, so violently he squeezes ur big, juicy boobs and u explode milk all over, and he starts sucking while fingering u, and he licks his fingers. u deepthroaut him, and the cum banging against u neack made u so wet. u both slept after 3 hrs of fcking, and u wake up the next day having the walls, the caroet, the bed, and everything coverd in cum, and other liquids. he wakes up too, and sees a vibrator, and sticks it in u. « OHHH » u moan. he picka u up, to the showers, and u both shower together, having him wash ur boobs and pussy, and u washing his dick. he secretly sticks the shower head under ur thighs, soraying it on full on mode, having u orgasm, squirting AGAIN. wow, u think. another thing to clean. the end (its so bad this story is the first story i wrote) 😭😭 (btw this will also be the last time im writing) -greenbean💎

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It was one of those nights when the sky was so black that it seemed to be sucking in all the light around it, as if even the stars were afraid to shine. The wind howled like a hungry wolf, searching for something to devour. The air was cold and biting, making even the bravest of souls shiver uncontrollably. In the heart of this desolate landscape, a small figure shuffled along, her arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders in a futile attempt to ward off the icy chill. She was dressed in tattered rags, her once-white dress now stained and dirty from God knows how long she had been wandering. Her long, dark hair whipped wildly around her face, obscuring it from view. Her name was Lily, but that was all she could remember. She couldn't recall how she had ended up here, or where home was. All she knew was that she had to keep moving, to keep searching, in the hopes that she might find something - someone - who could help her. As she trudged through the desolate landscape, her bare feet aching with every step, she caught a glimpse of a faint light flickering in the distance. Her heart leaped with hope, and she redoubled her efforts to reach it. The light grew brighter as she approached, revealing itself to be a crackling fire, its warmth beckoning to her like a beacon. Lily drew closer, her weary body practically collapsing with relief as the heat enveloped her. Around the fire, she noticed a group of figures, their eyes gleaming with emotionless fury. They were dressed similarly to her mother, their robes embroidered with symbols of prestige and power. As she approached, they parted to make way for her, their expressions shifting from anger to curiosity and then back again. "Who are you?" one of them demanded, her voice cold as ice. "And how did you find your way here?" Lily looked up, meeting the woman's gaze. She was tall and regal, her hair a striking shade of silver that seemed to glow in the firelight. Even though she was old, Lily could sense an aura of power and authority emanating from her. "My name is Lily," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire. "I... I don't remember how I got here. I just keep walking, hoping to find someone who can help me." The leader of the group, an elderly woman with silver hair, cocked her head to the side. There was something about Lily's innocence and vulnerability that struck her as peculiar. Most people who stumbled upon their secretive society were either terrified or angry, but Lily seemed to feel neither emotion. She was simply confused and lost. "Very well, Lily," the elderly woman said, her voice soft and gentle. "You have found your way to us. And now, it is our duty to help you find your way home."🔮
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Well I guess we're making fanfiction on here now so hefe you guys go. Y'all can call me Sol btw. Enjoy this fanfic. NORMAL? by Sol What was it like, being normal? Angel had never known. Every day was the same for him. He got up, went to school, got bullied/harassed, and went home. It was the same, all day, every day. He had just wanted people to like him But he'd messed up. Angel couldn't go back to school now...not anymore... He sighed as he looked over the river, standing on the old bridge. This was it...he was going to see his friends again. He took the necklace his ex-boyfriend had given him, and tossed it aside. After that monster had killed all of Angel's friends? He didn't want anything to do with him So, taking a breath, he got one last look at the world, before jumping into the river...
https://www.wattpad.com/story/369282927?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=strawberriReads 💕
hey i understand you wanna spread awareness with the whole "no horny stuff" or whatever but i just wanna use this site at school to decorate my work and things and i dont wanna get in trouble for like "viewing inappropriate things" when i just wanna decorate my work since they don't block this site <3 ᡣ𐭩 𝜗 ʚ ✿ ɞ 𝜚 ᰔᩚ and a cute combo <3 ༝༚༝༚
When I was five years old, My family moved really far from home, because of my father’s work I started hearing things at night I would wake up a lot in the middle of the night One night, I looked out the window and saw something run on all fours outside I got really bad insomnia after a while I saw the silhouette of something vaguely human-shaped in the corner of my room at night Eventually, we moved in with my grandma The hallucinations and insomnia stopped and never visited me again Not long after, we see the disappearance of a little girl from that area on the news Many missing people are reported near those woods I still have nightmares sometimes about that thing I saw when I was five
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!
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heyo! /ᐠ ̥  ̮  ̥ ᐟ\ฅ a new writer here! ill be writing about stories relatd to romance! 12+ only ! search up “_chibi..bunnii” for the stories! ( it may not show up now as i am writing this now on july ) i dont do nsfw or anything inappropriate, i just do my stuff! ( bl/ straight) baii for now and have a nice day ahead! [ note - i might post some sparkles and stuff! ] ₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡
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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.
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