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turnipoddity · 5 months

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I don't even go here (have only watched analysis videos of saw traps) but I need u to know I am a chainshipping disciple 100% bc of ur art and how insanely gorgeously heart-stopping and compelling it is thank u for lightening my worth with this light of truth

CHAINSHIPPING DISCIPLE????

#I HAVE TO LAUGH HOL UP AKSHSKDJDKDKFK #oh my god genuinely THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!! i literally cant thank you guys enough y’all keep me going fr!!! 😭❤️❤️❤️#this is truly one of my longest hyperfixations ever #just literally look at my art tag dawg #they have been plagueing my mind and my art tag for months #i hope when i eventually moved on to another hyperfixation my work here will clench all yall thirst 🧎‍♀️#i hope future pals of saw out there like my legacy #asks #saw #chainshipping

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fluxydrawings · 5 months

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False. A WRONG thing. A pseudo-being which exists as a mimic of something better

#rapid eyes #id tag the chara but i have no clue if this thangs got a name. o7 #Creature ThingTM #fanart #my art #hi people who followed me for rapid eyes a while back. heres fanart again #drew this on call w my pal just now while loopin that song i linked. said at one point out loud 'i think this songs giving me anxiety' so l #ke! it works! LMAO #fucked w this alot. not the Happiest with it but whateeevver ylal can have it #thank u once again ta pj thumbprint brush cause i thought itd be funny for that ta be consistant between my rapid eyes fanart #also good texture lmao #tried ta make this creepy lookin hope i succeded. thumbs up!

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hazbinned · 3 months

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Plotted with @compelledcurator

The room should have been very dark, but it wasn't.

There was no proper lighting; not even a single window to allow some of the redness of the outside sky to seep in. Instead, there was just an unholy amount of TV screens, which hung from the ceiling and lined the walls— a TV ocean, vast enough to drown in.

Their blues and reds and other flashing colors had to have been migraine-inducing to anyone who wasn't used to it.

In the center of the room, there sat a sleek black table with a massive chair at the head of it. To the side, in a much smaller chair, (as if whoever was seated there was meant to feel insignificant on purpose), was Angel Dust: Valentino's little star.

Vox practically loomed over him.

The sinner with the television head was gesturing wildly at the screens behind him, surrounded by flashing lights and mock-ups of merch that didn't exist yet. Footage of Angel's own career played out silently on some of the monitors— just an 'Angel Dust's Top Ten Moments' thing Val had slapped together— while most of the other TVs were the same shade as Vox's face, or had color bars.

One was a live recording of the current scene.

"Imagine your body on every billboard, your face on every channel!" Vox was saying, "Val agrees: why are we keeping a cash cow like you confined to such a small scale? I'll make you a REAL celebrity; a superstar, a household name!"

The speed at which the Overlord spoke would have been overwhelming even without so much going on in the background. Angel had been subject to this for a while now, with little room to get a word in edgewise.

It was intentionally disorienting.

Vox suddenly thrust a tablet, with a digital contract displayed on it, in Angel's face, and pointed a few times at it in rapid succession.

"You'll get twelve percent of the profit if you agree right now. Sign here, here, and here!"

It was scrolled all the way to the bottom, so reading it seemed like an afterthought.

#compelledcurator #♠️ : old pal / vox.#{ Hope this works. I could keep trying to change it forever but I'm excited for this and want to get it started! }

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good-beanswrites · 4 months

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Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖

Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!

Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.

Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.

“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”

He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.

On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.

(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)

He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.

“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.

“How are you holding up?”

Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.

Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.

“I’m still working on it. These things take time.”

“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.”

“Your interrogation… I know.”

Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?”

Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.

“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”

“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”

“...Everything.”

Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.

Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.

“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”

“You can’t be so sure. The–”

“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?

“I would.”

Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it.

“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”

Minato cracked a smile.

“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”

Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”

“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?”

Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing.

“Well, it should be impossible. But…”

They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato.

“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”

“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”

Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.

“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”

“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’

“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.”

Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him.

“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”

“As if you could stop me!”

He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.

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After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.

Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax.

The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people.

Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance.

He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past.

“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”

He inhaled sharply.

It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations.

Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.

His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.

Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him.

“You did it. My god, you did it.”

He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears.

For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest.

Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.

Talk about impossible.

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #ahhh this was so much fun!!!#i dont usually do oc stuff but i really hope i did minato justice ;-; hes really cool!!#thank you for your answer to my questions btw -- i really appreciated the detail! it was super helpful 👍#sorry its not like fluffy valentines-y? but i still hope its sweet... the ending made me so happy to write :3 #i loved the whole concept!#as someone with a non-prisoner non-warden milgram oc i was so interested in his role in the story 👀 i think thats so clever and cool!#i wanted to try my hand at this prompt but i really loved the other one too omg 🏳️‍⚧️🥺#and thank you sm for putting on this event!! ive seen so many people getting really excited about their gifts #so many of my milgram pals had an awesome time working on theirs - we appreciate you running it :)#drabbles

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the-kipsabian · 22 days

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i havent seen a fic comment in ages it feels like 🫠

#given i havent posted in over a month and whenever i promote my work it leads to nothing but hey #a pal can still hope i guess #night is an absolute mess on main

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dreamings-free · 5 months

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#johnny from dma’s telling nme that the band will 'mainly be hiding away and writing' for 2024 #but also that they 'have done a couple of collaborations' 👀#'there probably won’t be an actual dma’s release for 2024.. there will be.. we will release.. something'#he mentioned one specific artist they’ve worked with 'and a few other people as well'#i mean.. could be anyone but might be.. someone we know 👀#here’s hoping!#johnny took #dma’s #nme aus #dec 2023 #industry pals #louis #lt collaborators #maybe?!#m #.#FITF tour 2024 #australia #also for my fellow louis x dma’s shippers haha:#they’re playing a show in melbourne on jan 27th as part of the australian open celebrations #(it’s the AO finals weekend)#which is also the day before louis’ melbourne show #jan 28th #so louis might go to that show #unfortunately dma’s are playing a festival in adelaide the day of louis’ melbourne show :(#they might catch him in sydney tho :)

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soullessjack · 10 months

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anyways 4:30am wip updates!!!!!!!!!!!! can you tell i love rendering hair :3

#grayscale rendering you are my best friend my rotten soldier my good time pal my sweet cheese #cal scribbles #wip #art wip #digital wip #photoshop illustration #jack kline #spn #spn fanart #spn art #rendering #grayscale #I think his glowing eye is the wrong size for a big socket but I can fix that later #Sundays my morning shift so unless my family has plans I’ll probably work on it then #I love being able to see the skull sockets on peoples faces it’s my favorite feature I think #two hexagons basically #guess who one of my main art inspirations is guess guess is it obvious I hope it is

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heatobrienswife · 3 months

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@cosmic-kaden s oc nocturne with my pyrin i named after him!

#my work #nocturne #pal world #palworld #pyrin #i hope this is ok if not let me know n i'll delete it!

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spearxwind · 10 months

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sorry not sorry for posting abt my bf so much i just like him a lot. but on a more serious note damn like, spending more time irl with someone and also hanging out with people irl has me feeling like a regular person so much

#all my mental illnesses are gone <3 its crazy how much things change with being social #disclaimer; i worked super hard for this i just didnt decide to just be like this one day. fought tooth and nail for it #and now im reaping the rewards (fun time with pals on road trips and also a swag as hell bf god bless)#thunderclap #i WILL be posting more so i hope people arent too annoyed lmao

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whotellsourstories · 5 months

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dusting off my bootleg-finding skills… lawd it’s been a while

#i am looking for dk xcalibur if anybody has one #i will pay handsomely (aka trade something i have)#maybe i should just continue working Where I Do til we do a frank wildhorn show #bc then i can just corner him & be like hey pal i’m looking for a slime tutorial #anyway #signed a baby carat who has hopes to find this leg of boot #ashley speaks

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crimeronan · 1 year

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finished the princess luz fic with the power of inflammation and hyperfixation on my side :) this final chapter involves hunter and luz arguing about a wide variety of important things once the dust has settled after the whole belos murder thing. and hashing out some of their issues.

first chapter is here if anyone wants to read from the beginning - it's a 33k mostly-horror-suspense fic about luz having been raised by belos as his daughter, with hunter having been raised to protect her as a captain of her guard. & the shit that happens when belos decides to project a lot of terrible horrible no good very bad feelings n expectations onto luz. it DOES have a happy (or at least very hopeful) ending, but there Is quite a bit of horror and murder on the way to get there.

dunno how to end this. enjoy and i hope the resolution is satisfying for u guys ❗️💕🙏

#toh #my writing #luz noceda #belos toh #philip wittebane #hunter toh #princess luz AU #if youve been interested in reading this but didnt want to until the relief/resolution existed: now u can #i say 'at least very hopeful' bc luz and hunter will have some WILDLY awful ptsd to work thru plus a bunch of other Hashtag Struggles #but theyre in a place where they can finally start to deal with that. and theyre communicating better and love each other. so. happy ending #as far as i'm concerned. if i write more about all of that or other aspects of this AU i will continue to be annoying here #horrible mindscape trauma pals

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palfriendpatine66 · 1 year

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Your Pal’s Movie Review: August Osage County

Since I have promised more than one mutual my thoughts on this after watching, maybe it will be of interest to more (?) hope this helps. Edited to add: I've done more Ewan movie reviews! Find them here

Ewan content: he’s a minor character, mostly quiet and in the background, separated husband to Julia Robert’s character. No sex scenes, some heated arguments. He’s got his awkward American accent, which is a minus in my book, but is at peak dad appearance - which I consider a plus

The movie itself: Meryl Streep and Julia Roberts really bring it. It’s a family drama about everyone’s lives falling apart, without a happy ending. It can be slow at times, but is realistic.

#your pal’s movie review #august osage county #ewan mcgregor #working my way through his filmography #hope this helps?#also do we want more of these or yall good?

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good-beanswrites · 10 months

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Heyo!! :D uhh I was just thinking about prompts!! I have two that I've just been thinking of! You can do one or the other, I don't mind ^^ Yuno with Blanket (if you havent done that yet :o) and Muu and Yuno with Honesty :D

Thank you so much :D!! Your writing is so funky I love reading it, it's like my daily newspaper abejfncjcn

Hi Mug :D thank you so much aah!! I really loved these combos, that's so sweet for both of them ;-; Here's Yuno and Blanket -- something lighthearted from the beginning of t1, with a bit of her unfortunate people-pleasing habits.

“Requests are in!” Mikoto’s voice sang from down the corridor. The prisoners perked up from where they’d been lazing about. One would have thought he'd announced a jailbreak with the amount of energy that rippled through the room. Yuno leapt to her feet.

"You seem excited," Kazui chuckled as he stood. "What are you getting?"

She suddenly felt a twinge of shame for her reaction. Things weren’t bad in Milgram by any means, but the atmosphere was beginning to creep under her skin now and then. There was an old comfort she’d been dreaming of the past few weeks. It felt embarrassing to say to someone as concerned with his maturity as Kazui.

"Oh, nothing much,” she said. “Just something that reminds me of home, like the cigarettes you ordered." She didn’t know him well enough to say so, but she was secretly grateful for his request. The smell of smoke was familiar to her as well. "But mostly it's something new around here -- isn't the whole thing exciting?"

It was the first time they’d received a delivery, and everyone was eager to see if they got what they ordered. Though Yuno found the system surprising, it made sense. Milgram allowed more unique freedoms than a normal prison, given it also inflicted more unique restraints.

She joined the group heading down the hall, all chattering in anticipation.

"Yuno!" Mahiru waved her over. The woman had talked about the products and creams she'd requested, in the hope of keeping up her skincare routine. Yuno would be following suit soon, though she wanted those things to keep herself feeling refreshed rather than looking a certain way. There was no one here to impress. With her looks, that was.

Mahiru’s eyes gleamed. "What did you order?"

Yuno knew she wouldn't satisfy her appetite for gossip as much as Shidou testing his luck with medical supplies or Amane’s taste in high-level study materials had.

"Something real cute~" was all she needed to say to get her giggling.

Es instructed them to line up in front of their room to distribute everything. Yuno found her place behind Haruka.

"Hey, hey! What are you getting?" She wasn't immune from that same gossipy curiosity…

His cheeks immediately reddened. "Uh, well, I h-hope I can get some c-candy. It -- I mean, it's kiddish, I know."

"Don't worry, some might think my request is childish, haha! Plus, I think Muu ordered sweets, too."

This seemed to calm him a bit as he walked ahead. Fuuta nudged her from behind.

"Oi, what did you ask for?"

She'd overheard him and Kotoko discussing what would likely be caught as a tool to escape, and knew her answer would disappoint him.

The bright smile she’d given Haruka angled into a more jaded smirk. "Eh, just something to get me through the night, you know? A practical comfort."

Fuuta grunted, respecting the choice.

Her attention returned to the front of the line, where Haruka was returning with loose treats spilling from his hands. She took his place in Es' doorway.

"Prisoner 002," Es scanned a piece of paper. "For you… ah,” They read it again. “Just a blanket? Was that all?"

She beamed. "Yup! Just a blanket."

“You strike me as the kind to ask for a lot…”

“Mmm, you’ve read me well, Warden! Not this time, though. Gotta start small, then see what I can weasel out of you!” She winked. As usual, Es pretended to be unimpressed. Yuno knew she was wearing them down, bit by bit.

She offered a bouncy bow as Es handed it over. She hadn’t given many specifications, but it certainly looked as big and fluffy as she had hoped. Milgram had gone with pink -- the same shade as some of her uniform accents.

"Thanks!"

The prisoners' excitement died down fairly quickly afterwards. Amane began reading in silence. Kazui retreated to the smoking room alone, though Shidou and Mikoto promised to join him after the next round of requests. Haruka had nearly finished eating all of his candy by nightfall. Kotoko sat by herself to jot things down in her new notebook. Yuno’s good mood lasted much later.

Once the bell had rung and silence fell onto the prison, she could feel the usual chill start to creep into her cell. It had gripped her with fear the first few nights -- that unshakable coldness that reminded her why she was here in the first place. Sometimes, when her body jolted her awake with the feeling of falling, she'd blame it on the temperature rather than a universal human experience. It brought up too many painful memories to be something so ordinary, after all.

But not tonight.

Tonight there would be no falling, and no chill. No stepping into bed with enough skin showing to make her shiver. No more crafted conversations or flashing certain expressions.

A goofy grin spread across her cheeks. Yuno unfolded the blanket with a flourish. She swept it around her body, then flopped down on her bedding. With nothing more to worry about, she sank into the cushy blob.

‘Just a blanket’ her ass. This was the warmest she’d felt in a very long time.

#milgram #yuno kashiki #and others but shes the focus #thanks pal!! this made me so happy :))) it was so fun!#sorry if the tone is all over the place -- ive stared at it too long this weekend and i cant tell RIP #i wanted it to be cute and have some chill t1 vibes #and when youre homesick or just really going through it even the smallest physical comforts can be a huge deal #but also shes So Deep in the habit of changing herself to please others while also goin through it ;--;#i wanted to include my hc that when she gets that body-falling feeling its even more stressful because... well...#i hope you enjoy!!#ill be posting the honesty one soon -- i wanted to today but work completely fried my brain into scrampled egg -_-#i know i can do one or the other but i always get so imspired by both asdfsdfs #i have an idea and definitely want to keep running with it!#a liar and someone whos a bit too honest...#oh and i forgot to mention that the smell of smoke thing was mentioned in one of the timeline conversations!#she likes it but she never elaborates on why #im projecting because i really like the smell of cigarette smoke because it reminds me of my grandfather so i think itd make her think of #home/family :')#i couldn't remember if it was an interrogation question or timeline but im almost positive it was the latter #drabbles

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farouchestray · 1 day

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It was your birthday, wasn't it! 🎂 Happy belated!! ♥

!!!!!! It was in fact my birthday, tysm!!!!!!!! My gosh!

It was a nice day me and mama went to a location here's some pics

Saw many many plant friends and animal friends also! Hawks and songbirds and quail and snake tracks!

#very good very good #walked apparently 5 miles and did a up and down stairs cleaning favor the day before so im tired now!#amazing how that works #thank you again #hope you are well #feel kinda like im writing pen pal letters :p #💖❤️💜💙

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asmo-cosmetics · 11 months

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hey demoncest girlies the tag is dead and idk where any of you are so if you're a demoncest shipper/proship om! fan reblog this post and put in the tags

your favorite brother pairings/groups

any other favorite ships

your favorite character(s)

artist/writer/reblogger/lurker

age (range) (please)

plus whether or not you post:

non-gender-neutral mc (mc who is explicitly gendered, including explicitly nonbinary mcs) & is this tagged

nsfw & is this tagged

fandom wank & is this tagged

character/ship hate, for who/what, & is this tagged

idk what you're looking for in a mutual?

we're playing tumblr matchmaker in the tags is what i'm getting at. please i'm so lonely