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raspberriesoda · 1 month
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whoever the fuck put jaemin in this fit better fess up right now cause i’m about to give them the most mind blowing head they’ve ever experienced
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odysseywritings · 3 months
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What Would a Point and Click Adventurer Do?
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(tw cult, dark comedy)
The mysterious island, with its beautiful sparkling ocean and pink sky, held the next important item for Sierra Lucas. Shiny jewelry, strange tools, a taxidermied head, and so much more filled her endless inventory. But a missing slot was reserved for the elusive pink rat, held captive in a luxurious building with an eight pronged sigil and a capital S in-between two overlapping squares.
Sierra rapidly walked to the front, aimed her lips at the golden complex, and said "Golly, these guys aren't short on donations."
Her eyes bugged out and saw the building's security. Sierra needed to be stealthy and clever to distract the armed guards. She sifted through her inventory, saved her progress in a diary titled 'Bomb,' and hoped for the best. She was ready to chuck the bomb until the sizzle alerted the guards and she turned into Swiss cheese.
Thankfully she loaded back to before that horrible event, and went for another item, this time throwing a gem in front of the guards. The two bickered about who saw it first, became impetuously angry, and riddled the other with bullets. She quickly sauntered by and entered the building.
The interior was immaculate and large, yet the the doorways stretched out to cartoonish degrees and she felt she could see the other rooms and a staircase from how compact everything looked. The members were deathly nervous and smiled with gruesomely gummy grins while their eyes shifted like a compass. Any information from them about the pink rat was irrelevant.
"A pink rat? Why, that's the silliest thing I ever heard! Next you'll say it's behind that door there! Oh, and if you see our leader, would you tell him how good I was at lying?"
Sierra continued to browse the gawdy, Escher-esque pastel nightmare house until she saw a door labeled "Get out!" It seemed to be enough for an obedient population.
Sierra opened it and found the cult leader trying to seduce a younger follower. She didn't want to create a scene, so she pulled out her inventory again, and tried finding the subtlest way to dispatch him.
She jabbed 8 poisoned needles into him and he convulsed on the floor. Sierra smiled like a gleeful child.
"You know what they say, it's the dose that kills you, so I brought every dose just in case. Just like Dad taught me!"
Grateful for the rescue, the follower helped Sierra find the pink rat, sad and bored in its little cage as it played a tiny harmonica. Sierra briskly acquired the rat and headed off and wore the leader's clothes.
"My people, you are under new management! Leave now or I will smite and sic my lawyers on thee!"
Most fled but the higher ups chased her and wanted to silence her for seeing too much. The fake religion wouldn't stop until she was dead, and she knew they'd target her to the ends of the earth. She managed to get outside and block the door with the dead guards, but the cult heads kept banging to get out. With little to lose, she poked and prodded the rat for help.
The pink rat squeaked and raised its skinny forelegs out as if to pray. The door was sealed shut with divine rodent energy with a large rat stamp of approval. Sierra sighed in relief and kissed the rat for its help. She could continue her adventure without those duplicitous charlatans hounding her.
Yet her curiosity got the better of her and went through different saves and loads to see what would happen. She decided to throw ordinary table salt on the building and it exploded into a smoking pile of rubble.
"I had a feeling that would work! And no one important died!"
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draguta · 11 months
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i finally had a minute to sit down and continue to reading ACOSF and all i'm gonna say is that i want SJM to not be afraid of killing off characters, but i swear i will revolt if it is nesta or cassian. my girl has been through enough.
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sparky-is-spiders · 6 months
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WIP TAG GAME
rules: make a new post and post the latest line in your WIP & tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
Got tagged by @ichabodcranemills, thank you!
From the end of that JE fic I kept mentioning and also keep Not Working on:
"He just signed."
Tagging @amythestvaporeonbackup, @in-between-nothing, @spaceoperajay, @tarotrans, and anyone else who might be interested.
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lovelyjaem · 1 year
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literally here to simp over mf na jaemin cause dude looks like the newest webtoon character and im here for it
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OMFGGGAJAKAK yk this is not good for my mental health…
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duckwithatiecomics · 2 years
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August 15th 2022
He wears the tie in the shower?
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njmnader99 · 2 days
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shadesinblue · 7 months
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Sometimes I look out the window and squint to see up the hill across my street,
You’re a 10 minute walk, 2 minute drive
I’m trying desperately to fill the hole in my heart
But there’s no denying it.
Your presence alone was always a blanket of serenity that soothed my racing thoughts,
My shaky hands, my anxious heart
I miss you so much-
I can’t stop thinking about the sound of our laughter, two melodies in sync.
Sometimes I look out the window wondering if it still feels like home to you without me there.
Am I holding onto a far away dream that only I’m envisioning? Does my name take up space in your mind? Does your future ever see glimpses of me?
I wonder when I’ll feel like I’m home again.
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joycekpop2zunnyfelix · 9 months
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So fit👍👍👍👍😂😂😂
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Please don't shame me🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
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raspberriesoda · 30 days
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god gave me two holes for a reason and they’re both begging rn
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odysseywritings · 1 month
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The Dead Moth and Other Ghosts
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(tw insect cruelty imagery)
Christian passed by a church while commuting to the hospital and wondered when was the last time he prayed. One memory after another flowed into him. Some good, some bad, some funny, some embarrassing. The past had its place and he wanted to move on, keep his head on, and focus on the current, the here and now.
Pre-med made the time fly and gave him the need for exorcizing anxiety. It felt nice to contribute to the physical betterment of humanity without any nagging reflection. But today was slower and he needed to fill the time with studying. He honed in on vivisection, amputation, pain and other stimulation, and consciousness. All of it to help humanity but there was something else he walked away from.
Despite the blood and guts, medicine was the perfect example of humanity's scientific hand, to defy disease and ailment and even halt death. It was the cleanest arm in all of mankind's dealings. Christian believed it. But another part of him, nameless, shadowed him and wormed its way into his consciousness.
"Christian," the voice chirped. "Did I cause this?"
He peered deeper into his book to drown out the now echoing voice.
"Be honest with me, if not for yourself. Would you really want to become a doctor if you never saw me? How much I ignited the sparks of childlike curiosity?"
Christian accepted the voice existing but feebly ignored it until his steel fortress bent. He saw the apparition in full detail and magnified. A moth flying in front of him, missing limbs and a head.
"You can always change. No one has to stay ignorant of his actions. Or to deny his powerless understanding of the world. You thought an afterlife existed and that I was a step above a toy. A play thing. Like the ants you saw your cousin incinerate."
Christian swallowed in rage and sadness. He didn't mean to cause pain. He was a dumb kid who knew nothing. He wasn't a serial killer in waiting. He swatted the moth but his hand went through the wobbling sight.
"It's different. Your hands. Those tiny, curious things. The intimacy of it. Is that why you want to be a doctor? So you can control life and death in a nice, wealthy way? Bugs come and go, there's no hard feelings. But don't be surprised if a god exists and treats you the same."
Christian grabbed his book and slammed it against his wrist, again, again, again, until it numbed him. He trembled from the pain so he could transfer the guilt into something visible. The moth flew closer to his eyes in violent motions.
"All things want to live. Even if it means using something else to raise yourself. Don't kid yourself if you feel like a messiah. You can't bring back what you kill."
Christian breathed in ragged bursts, sweating, and ran his fingers through his dampened hair. The same fingers crawling down his face. The same ones that decide life and death. His blood froze.
"I don't know what this human emotion you're going through is. I take it it's not good by how many fluids are coming out of you, so take this. I'm already gone. No amount of life saving, or death dealing, or sulking, or avoiding changes that. Nothing."
Christian stood silent, shaking. The headless, limbless moth floated onto his nose.
"But what you can do is improve. Even back then, you saw and realized what you did was wrong without your mother or teacher or priest telling you. Maybe if not me, something worse might've happened. Who cares? You are alive and you can change. There are innocent children who never learn and become killers. If you do care, so be it. But history alone doesn't control who you are or what you must do to atone."
The moth ghost vanished once he blinked. Christian's senses were returning and the world stabilized. He closed the book in a hurry and walked inside the building to burn up anxiety. His trot stopped as he found a fluttering moth hovering by the ground. He thought about leaving it be or killing it to remove the pest, but he knew it was just a tiny bug that just wanted to exist.
He clasped his hands around the confused insect and carried it until he went outside and let it fly away. Deep down he knew this sentiment wouldn't amount to much, and that the moth wouldn't repay the favor and save his life in the future. But it got to live when death could've arrived just as normal. It wouldn't be an exciting life of heroism and triumph, and that's perfect for it, as life can win another day.
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noahjamesmass · 1 year
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njmdive · 2 years
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my nct dream bias list always change.. i mean i want to stay fucking loyal to the one and only na jaemin but i can't.. renjun is so damn cute, haechan is so nice and his personality 🤌🏼 i'm in love and jeno is stunning
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autonewsinsure · 2 years
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NJM expands commercial package coverage in Mid-Atlantic
NJM expands commercial package coverage in Mid-Atlantic
NJM Insurance Group has expanded the availability of its commercial package policies in the Mid-Atlantic region. NJM is now writing commercial package policies in Delaware, Maryland and Pennsylvania, with policy effective dates beginning Aug. 1. The company began offering the product to New Jersey-based businesses last month. “This expansion enables NJM to extend its mission of service to a…
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duckwithatiecomics · 2 years
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June 13th 2022
Maybe somebody will remember next year.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year
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You used to be my rival!
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