#Muhahahahah
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JUMPSCARE!
Alastor after he finally free from whoever own him or whatever going on...
freely showing emotions because he is in 'I don't care, I'm tired af' era and everyone scared a little
Bonus Charlastor moment
#It's fun drawing him frowning#cursed? maybe#BUT I WILL DRAW HIM MORE#MUHAHAHAHAH#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#charlastor#charlie morningstar#charlie x alastor#radiobelle
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⿻ ... ❨ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝ꜝ for @loveforum ❩
MAYBE IT’S THE TOO COOL, ALL TOO tough exterior --- oftentimes mistaken for an act --- which make hero appear to be all too avoidant of things like this. momentary glances, fleeting touches, unspoken phrases, and everything in between. well, on the contrary, hero sees it all. perhaps she isn't the most qualified to speak on the matter, they’ve fumbled over their own words when someone asked what it meant to be in love, but if hero has learned anything over the years it’s how much you can learn just by someone’s eyes. olivier gazes at saye when she leaves the room and it’s almost as if they’d count the steps it’d take to reach the door. it’s all too tender for it to simply be friendship.
“ well, when are you gonna tell her? ” when it’s just the two of them, hero poses the question & waits to see what’ll come. “ and don’t act like you don’t know what i’m talking about. ”
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me: ep 1 is finally finished!!! yes!!!!!! 🤩
also me: the script is 16 pages long........
me: yeah
also me: thats easily 200+ comic pages.....
me: yeah!
also me: and this is one of the shortest chapters in part 1….
me: yeaeh!!!
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Just found out that because of Simon not having the crown, He will inevitably die :(
I know it happens but.. Look at this face! Wouldn't you also want to protect this man at all costs too?
Don't mind me, I'm just sad :(
#simon petrikov#that better be Simon#adventure time#Muhahahahah#*evil laughter*#fionna and cake#Please don't die simon#i haven't slept in 2 days#I can't get this man out of my brain#Cries#I am suffering through 4 emotions at once at the same time#the 2 images perfectly reflects my left and right brain function
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FUCK EVERY OTHER FIC IM WORKING ON AM DOING A FIREWATCH AU FOR SEUNGCHEOL PLZ IM IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC ITS SO GOOD
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DOUBLE ATTACK @lynxfrost13
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When the doctor says your normal… 🤪 #imnormal #normalizeweirdness #doctordocumented #muhahahahah (at Renown Urgent Care) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjgQHrOvujT8yCRXeJXMjNcPDJC65lpH-sJQpE0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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you have so many wips I am so EXCITED
You should be excited. There's gonna be LOTS of drama 😉
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Die ARD hat keine Ahnung, was sie da in mir ausgelöst hat.
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I'm so ready for the weekend arrghhhhhhh
Since I've gotten used to posting random things about my life here, I think my science test went pretty good today and I'm hoping it redeemed my maths test.
We learnt about parabolas today in maths and I legit had no idea what tf I was doing, but I just studied it and it all makes sense now so yay still tho what is the point of curvy line on graph?
My brain is dead, my eyes are going to shrivel up and my spine is about to collapse into itself so it's a goodnight from me <3
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Hahahahaha STEVE RODGERS IS MAD AT ME I CONSIDER THIS AN ACHIEVEMENT!
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Me: getting ready to leave the holiday dorm
Instant coffee packets: exist
Me: freezes oh
Me: grins OH
Me: takes all the packets
-couple weeks later-
Hass teacher: screaming at kids
Me: whips of water bottle and packet of coffee
Me: mixes it and then chugs it’s to early for this sh*t
My friend: where did you-???
#muhahahahah#coffee#infinite quotes#I’m a coffee addict okay?#caffffinnneneeeee#infinite rambles#memes
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To chapter or not to chapter
I have 4300 words already. I could neatly post as chapter 1 or wait a few more weeks and post whole thing. Most likely around 8000 words. So what should I do? Post or wait? Its a FFXV pining Gladnis sickfic if that helps.
#social experiment if asking direct question will get response#doubt that it will#i'm but a blip on the social media scale but its still fun to try#i think i already know what i'm going to do but lets try this and see what doesn't happen#muhahahahah#i'm a nerd#that is a popular tag apparently#ffxv#writer issues#why do I sit and stress over hitting post#i'm so odd
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Hell yeah!!! Just created a portal to my own fucking personalized pocket dimension. I shall call it... THE MILEAN REALM!!! ~Saturna
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Brass & Strings [12.5]
Back to Chapter 12
Words: 928
You open your eyes to the bright sunlight drifting through the kitchen windows. It’s hot, melting your forehead until sweat beads roll down the side of your face. What the fuc-? You don’t remember getting here...and why are you baking?! You can’t even cook! Your thoughts, however, are interrupted when there’s a small tugging motion at the fruit-patterned apron tied around your abdomen.
“Mommy! When are the cookies done?”
“Pardon?!”
Did she actually say what you think you heard? “Inha, what are you talking about?”
You drop the silver bowl and whisk on the unfamiliar kitchen counters. The cute, little house that you’re in is cozy but strange and foreign. Though, you don’t have time to dwell on the surroundings when you crouch down, meeting her at eye-level. She’s somehow shorter than you remember, younger too, perhaps three or four years old. The girl has a different appearance as well. Inha has dimples on her cheeks that you don’t remember existing before, perhaps you simply didn’t notice?
On closer inspection, you wonder if it’s Inha at all.
“As much as I would like to be your mother, though I’m thankful that I’m not since I’m way too young,” you ramble on and the girl with big eyes blinks with her eyelashes, “I’m not your mom.”
The little child draws her lips into a silly grin, completely unrestrained and her rosy cheeks swell even more. “Nooo….” She timidly shakes her head. “You are my mom!”
“I’m too young!” You argue with her and she giggles in a sweet tune that sounds as gentle as the flute. “I said I would never have kids!”
“But you are!”
“Are you lost?” You attempt to reason with the strange girl. “Do you need me to help find your parents?”
The child leans in closer and wraps her arms around your neck, squishing her cheek against yours and laughter bubbles out of her mouth. “Stop kidding around, mommy! It’s not funny! I’m going to tell on daddy!”
Daddy?
Right on cue, there’s padding footsteps down the hall and someone leans against the refrigerator with crossed arms and a tinkling laugh. The shadow looms over you and your eyes travel upwards from the shiny loafers to the suit pants, the fitting blazer and all the way to the man’s coffee brown hair gelled back. His proportions are jaw-dropping and he looks as dandy as ever. You’re trapped in absolute awe as you gaze upon his cute face, the boy next door aura but he’s not the same boyish person you remember. He’s become older, chiseled jawline and faint wrinkles creased into his skin; he’s finely aged like a nice wine. Time has done him well.
“Namjoon?!”
“I never thought I’d live to see the day you cook. I’m always the one burning down the kitchen these days….”
The little girl lets go of you and stumbles over, using her entire weight to bounce up to the man. He chuckles and catches her within his arms, a playful shout escaping his throat as he heaves her up to carry her. You realize that the two of them have an odd yet striking resemblance to each other. “Daddy! Mommy’s being strange…”
“Is she now?” He looks over to you and suddenly reaches in, planting a peck straight onto your lips. You’re unable to register the plush feeling pressing on your mouth before he’s gone and your chin drops to the ground. What the…
“Namjoon….” You put a hand on your forehead, ignoring the heat spreading through your body. “Did we get high at a party or something?”
He laughs and sets the girl down. “What?” She ends up skedaddling off somewhere and you’re left alone with the harpist, standing and facing him with disbelief.
“What the hell is going on, dude?! Are we tripping on acid, right now? Did Jungkook slip something weird into my drink? Maybe Rose injected me with something to finally try and kill me cause...holy shit….”
“Are you okay?” He frowns and takes one stride up to you. He clasps his palm onto your forehead in an affection, intimate manner and hums, pulling away a second later. “Your temperature is normal…”
“I-...what the fuck…”
“Stay home, okay? You should clear your schedule. I can call Jennie to come by after she’s done with her lessons.” He pecks your forehead and smiles. “I have to go down to the studio with Yoongi. There’s something he wanted to discuss with me. I’ll see you later tonight, though?”
Namjoon soon departs, his silhouette disappearing behind a shutting door. You’re stunned in your spot, melting onto the ground in a mind-fuck state. The smell of something burnt from the oven wafts horrendously in your nose but you’re unable to move from your position on the floor.
“WHAT IS GOING ON?!”
You scream, tugging on the strands of your hair. Your eyes shut tight and-
A humongous gasp leaves your mouth as you jolt upwards in your bed. The covers are pulled to the ground and your hair is wrapped around your face, sweat sticking to your forehead. Your bleary eyes struggle to open but you whip your head in all directions, sinking in the darkness and cityline lights twinkling it’s luminescences into your bedroom. The satin sheets are underneath your body, the modern apartment complex vacant of other human beings….
You flop back down onto your pillow with a groan.
That was one fucking weird dream - and one that you’ll never talk about even if it lingers in the back of your mind.
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