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introspectconnect · 5 months
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Deja Vu Love: Why We Repeat Relationship Patterns and How to Change
Love, while enchanting, can often feel like running in circles. Have you ever found yourself drawn to the same kind of partner time and time again? With a sense of déjà vu as you repeatedly find yourself with eerily similar partners. Why is this?
Once upon a time, I can confess I had a "type." I was irresistibly drawn to people's pain. It wasn’t a drive to 'fix' them or some dark intrigue, but rather, seeing a mirror image of my own internal turmoil. I could see it in their eyes, it was evident in their smile, it peeked through in their laugh, and it was obvious we wore the same burdensome mask to hide our scars. I naively believed building a bond based on shared trauma would help us understood each-others better and that we would guide each other on a road to healing. Instead, our pain inflicted more wounds on each other, that reinforced our negative beliefs and justified our unhealthy behaviors.
At the time it made sense, though looking back the flaw in my logic seems clear: Like the blind leading the blind, how can those equally lost, lead one another to light? This personal revelation reflects a challenge many people face in relationships. Chasing after partners based on idealized fantasies rather than real-world truths. It's easy to say, "I have a type," confidently stating our preferences, but do we ever pause to ask why? Are we genuinely yearning for a compatible soul, or are we simply seeking the traits of a person who idealizes a fantasy?
We must find the courage to question our desires. Only then can we uncover whether we're pursuing shallow ideas, or true compatibility and genuine connection. Consider someone who's always wanted a stable, money-wise family because they didn't have that growing up. They might be drawn to a potential partner’s flashy lifestyle. But does a flashy exterior equate to genuine financial security? How can they spot traits of financial stability if they've never known what it looks like? This logic can be applied to many different scenarios.
The cure to break free from that same old love loop comes down to being brave enough to dig into our wants. Learn what the healthy version of our desires looks like, so we don’t get lured by cheap imitations of it. Failure to do this keeps us entangled in familiar, yet potentially toxic patterns. The path to healthy, sincere, and nurturing relationships begins when we discern the real needs beneath our desires.
If you’re stuck in a loop of similar romantic choices, remember acknowledging the pattern is the first step. Dive deep within, challenge your reasoning, and aim for authentic connections. Together, we can break the cycle of déjà vu love.
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toxiclovevn · 4 months
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Imagine Fani making a pie for MC and having a separate one full of the pain apples for anyone who tried to steal a slice. >:D No pie for you that’s for MC!
oh he would absolutely make two separate pies. She made that by specifically for you! No one else gets to touch it! *cue Fani secretly swapping a stolen slice with a pie of pain and putting the original slice back in the tin*
But someone remind me to draw this tomorrow
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aquavenus12 · 30 days
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Happy Pokémon Day!
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From our toxic-loving World to yours!
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dwippingbun · 2 months
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My friend Strawberry drew this for me and I'm so so so so so so so happy
This is my Hazbinsona, Eden The lamb!
he's a mix between a lamb and a gloomy bear UwU
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(this is his main fit)
He's 4'10 (my height) and he's a demiboy! afab!
he's shipped with Husk, Angel and Vox.
His story is actually really sad, he grew up in an abusive family and after killing one of them in self defense he took his life from shock and guilt. Cue him being sent to Heaven without them realizing what happened, and when they discovered he took the life of someone, they decided even if in self defense he didn't deserve ordainment. So, he was cast out and crashed into Hell...which, is when Vox found him, battered and injured.
He's even missing a horn from the fall.
Vox found him injured and just couldn't leave him there because something about it bugged him too much. Plus he could get use out of him!
The ship name is SpecialFeature because it represents how he's like his special feature item you find in the end of a DVD or vhs back in the day. He absolutely is his side piece/poly. Val *kind* of is romantic with him but it's mostly sexual with him. Think of it as dressing him up like his little poodle and then carrying him around because he's just so tiny sodkkdmdkdkemd
He absolutely has a crush on Alastor when he goes to the hotel to spy on everyone. He can't help but fall for that serial killer charm the little bastard
He has a crush on Angel and Husk too and eventually it's just a big polycule sammich Vox office and protection after when he was injured, always putting his insignia on his clothing to let people know Vox owns him by a leash.
Vox calls him his little Tamagochi out of affection (an ex once did that with me and it stuck for nicknames I've gotten over the years I swear) Eden loves baking because despite relationship him and his mother have, he cherishes the fact he grew up in a bakery with her and loves to bake in fondness of the good times before things went dark in their relationship
He's actually a fallen angel! No actually he went to heaven for a short time but then when the Angels found out just what he did they shot his ass back to Hell. So he garnered the name Eden because he was kicked from Heaven.
He has a baking show!!! It's called Lamby Nommies and it's in the vein of Nerdy Nummies. His shows often end up with him traumatized having had to chop up an cook another demon cannibal style. He doesn't like meat.
Vox and him often get tabloids written about them. His special power as a demon is turning into a small puffy lamb ball like a squishmallow so when he's hit he bounces like a ball....think of it as hells punishment turned defense mechanism.
His voice claim is Flonne from disgaea! I had a lot of difficulty choosing his voice claim but fuck it
Valentino treats him like an owner would treat a Chihuahua and that's the best way I can describe it in the most funny way possible Think of it as he just carries him around as a little accessory to show the public 'see I can be a sweetheart~' and just buys him cute outfits to dress him in. Or has Velvette make them.
holy fuck does he love Velvette. They're besties and that's an understatement. They always go shopping together and spill the tea on the latest gossip on town, but he also has a protective side to her she shows him when people are fucking with him.
She's no idiot and she picks up very quickly even with Vox and him trying to hide it they're an item and she flusters Eden MERCILESSLY over it.
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stunfiskz · 1 year
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idk i just think they should kiss or something
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cotton-candy-jester · 6 months
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Making Aspen be mituna for Halloween out of spite /silly
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olivermarinkoski · 6 months
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bloodyblow-blog · 14 days
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I'm alive! Hooray!
Also I'm coming to you with toxic thai BL. What a way to return 😂
Please, give this short a go (if you like this kind of stuff). I put love and effort in it 🥰
Have a great day!
P.S.i didn't read the notifications for ages... so... 😅
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tita1988 · 1 month
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The essence of me, you've taking
My energy, you've consumed
My faith, knocked down
My will, I question if I have
Death, is something I sometimes dream of
Freedom, my craving
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raebrialc · 3 months
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A Syracuse Serenade: Blossoms and Cigars
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Story Mansterlist / A Syracuse Serenade Masterlist
A Syracuse Serenade - In a new town, a girl seeks refuge in her relationship with her boyfriend, the only source of familiarity. Yet, their connection is marred by toxicity. As she grapples with loneliness, her boyfriend's tendency to ignore her intensifies during conflicts, leaving her in emotional isolation. The story delves into her struggle to find solace, navigate toxic dynamics, and yearn for connection without revealing too much.
Chapter 1
My footsteps echo through the hallways click, click, click. In the midst of my thoughts, I am distracted by the sound of my shoes filling my ears. Being busy with my classes at the University of Syracuse keeps me from being alone for long periods of time. The feeling of being alone is one I like, but it's much different when you are alone in a big city compared to being alone in a small town. It’s like you’re wrapped in a cocoon, the small towns of Oklahoma are warm and filled with love like a giant woman wrapped her arms around you. Your head in her hands, the familiar smell of her never leaves your heart. The cocoon of Syracuse is different, colder. It's as if the city itself is an intricate tapestry, beautiful and complex, yet each thread seems to unravel in isolation. The embrace is not that of a nurturing woman but rather the distant hum of millions of lives intertwining, a collective heartbeat that both includes and isolates. The city lights flicker like distant stars, and the symphony of traffic becomes a constant background melody. The streets, once bustling with the pulse of urban life, now echo with the footsteps of solitary wanderers like me. The anonymity of the crowd intensifies the solitude, making each step a silent assertion of individual existence in a sea of faces.
The city's heartbeat is a blend of diverse rhythms, a cacophony of stories and dreams colliding and merging. Yet, in my solitude, I find myself yearning for the warmth of those Oklahoma plains, for the simple embrace of a tight-knit community where everyone knows your name. Where people will say, “Oh, your David’s Little girl?” where everyone knows you, where you feel seen. The memories of the giant woman's arms linger, the smell of home etched into my soul. Here, in Syracuse, I navigate the maze of my thoughts, the city lights casting long shadows on the sidewalks. The occasional passerby becomes a fleeting companion, a transient connection in the vast expanse of urban life. The cocoon feels both expansive and confining, a paradox that leaves me caught between the desire for connection and the comfort of solitude.
The quietness, once a solace, now felt like an echoing void waiting to be filled. As I wandered through the hallways, the subtle creaks and sighs of the aging structure seemed to mimic the sighs of my own solitude. I find myself in the school library, the shelves lined with books, standing as silent witnesses to my solitary musings. In their pages, I sought refuge, escaping into worlds crafted by the imagination of others. Yet, even among the bound companions, the shadows of loneliness lingered, reminding me that the characters on those pages couldn't bridge the gap between me and the quiet ache within. Seeking solace in the written word or the stroke of a paintbrush. Literature becomes my refuge, a realm where characters unravel their tales and the confines of reality yield to the boundless landscapes of imagination.
In the quiet corners of the library, I find companionship in the whispers of poets and the musings of novelists. The world of books, with its myriad stories and voices, becomes a realm where loneliness dissipates in the company of kindred spirits. The weight of isolation is momentarily lifted as I lose myself in the artistry of language, each word a brushstroke painting the canvas of my thoughts. The city pulses with life, and I, in my own quiet way, dance to its rhythm. The journey through loneliness becomes a pilgrimage of self-discovery, a pursuit of connection through the brushstrokes of art and the written whispers of literature. And so, in the heart of Syracuse, I navigate the delicate balance of solitude, finding solace in the pages of a book and the strokes of a painting.
The city lights had long replaced the afternoon sun as I navigated the streets. It’s Thursday, the day that brought a bittersweet mixture of anticipation and reluctance. Thursday evenings meant dinner with Lucas and his family. His house, a place of contrasting energies, held within its walls the intricate dynamics of familial relationships. Lucas's family home stood as a silent sentinel, its exterior a blend of warmth and stoicism. As I approached, the porch light beckoned, casting a gentle glow on the swing that had witnessed countless family gatherings. The door creaked open, and I stepped into a world that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Lucas's father, a man of few words, exuded an air of formality that cast a subtle chill in the air. The distance he maintained spoke of unspoken expectations and unexplored complexities. In stark contrast, his mother greeted me with a warmth that felt like a comforting embrace. Her eyes sparkled with kindness, a stark departure from the reserved demeanor of her husband. The lively chatter emanating from the dining room revealed the presence of Lucas's siblings—two brothers and a sister, each with their unique energy. Frank, the elder brother at 26, carried an air of responsibility, his gaze often drifting to the patriarch of the family. Nick, the 20-year-old, was a beacon of youthful exuberance, while Melody, the sister at 25, exuded a quiet strength.
As we gathered around the dinner table, the air buzzed with a blend of familial warmth and unspoken tensions. The clinking of utensils against plates harmonized with the exchange of pleasantries, creating a delicate balance that hovered between connection and constraint. Lucas, ever the mediator, navigated the familial terrain with practiced ease. His eyes, stormy and reflective of the familial complexities, sought mine briefly, offering a silent reassurance that I wasn't alone in this intricate dance.
Yet, with every passing moment, I couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider peering into a world that was both inviting and elusive. The dinner table became a stage for unspoken narratives, where glances held hidden meanings, and the space between family members seemed to widen. As the evening unfolded, I found myself caught between the warm embrace of Lucas's mother and the subtle frostiness emanating from his father. The laughter and stories shared between siblings became a mosaic of shared histories that I, as an outsider, could only observe.
I have known Lucas for two years now, but have just met his family. There are times when I find myself reminiscing on the first Thursday dinner. His mother's welcoming smile and his father's stoic acknowledgment had set the stage for an intricate dance of connection and divergence. In those initial moments, the chatter and laughter of siblings had resonated with familiarity and a subtle undercurrent of history. Frank's watchful gaze, Nick's infectious energy, and Melody's composed presence had all added layers to the mold of Lucas's life.
The tradition of bringing flowers for Lucas's mother and sister, and a box of cigars for his father and brothers, had become a cherished ritual. The blooms and the rich aroma of cigars had woven themselves into the fabric of our Thursday dinners, becoming symbols of connection and acknowledgment within the intricate dynamics of their family. The flowers, carefully selected each week, carried the language of appreciation and warmth. As I presented them to Lucas's mother and sister, the vibrant petals seemed to reflect the unspoken beauty of their familial bond. The flowers, arranged with care, became messengers of gratitude and a silent acknowledgment of the role they played in Lucas's life.
His mother's eyes would light up at the sight of the blossoms, and Melody would offer a gracious smile, creating an ambiance of shared appreciation around the dinner table. The flowers, in their ephemeral beauty, became vessels of unspoken sentiments, enhancing the warmth of familial connection.
On the other side of the spectrum, the box of cigars for his father and brothers introduced a different cadence to our Thursday gatherings. The rich scent of tobacco filled the air as I presented the gift, a nod to the shared moments of relaxation and camaraderie that unfolded over cigars. The box, replenished monthly, became a symbol of continuity and shared indulgence. The ceremonial opening of the box marked the beginning of an evening where conversations flowed freely amidst tendrils of smoke. The ritual of sharing cigars became a bridge, a language of bonding that transcended words.
Hopefully, as weeks turned into months, the flowers and cigars transformed into more than mere gifts; they became tokens of our evolving connection with Lucas's family. Each bloom and every puff of cigar smoke became part of the shared narrative, binding us together in a language that resonated with the unspoken nuances of familial ties.
In the quiet moments between sips of coffee and the gentle swaying of the porch swing, the flowers and the cigars served as anchors, grounding us in the shared rituals that defined our Thursday dinners. In the dance of petals and the curling tendrils of smoke, I found a language of connection that transcended the complexities of familial dynamics, weaving a tapestry of shared history with each passing Thursday. In those quiet moments of reflection, I recognized the significance of those Thursday dinners. They weren't just meals shared around a table; they were glimpses into the complexities of Lucas's past, present, and the intricate tapestry that bound us together. The memories of that first dinner lingered, imprinted in the corridors of my mind like a vintage photograph capturing a moment in time.
Authors Notes: HIIII!!! OMG I'm so excited and scared to share this story with you guys. I know that this is a shorty story, but it is only they start. I will be posting new chapters every Friday! (Hopefully). This story is my baby I would love your opinion and thoughts on my story and my writing, but please be nice about it. I promise that the next chapters will be longer!!!!!!!!! Also I want to thank my two friends for reading my story and boosting my ego!
While you are waiting for new chapters go check out @sammysbiggestwhore!!!!!!!
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savemefromtoxic · 1 year
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🖤💣 Lovebombed. All that attention at the beginning of the relationship? The declaration of soulmates and love? Someone has never understood them like you do? The crazy sex? The gifts? The thoughfulness? You're not like their ex's? That wasn't real. Inline with their child mentality - you're the new shiny toy that they want to play with all the time, until they get bored. It was a way of trapping you in the Narcissists game, they give a little at the beginning, knowing they'll get a lot later. ~ Rick dC // @SaveMeFromToxic #lovebomb #lovebombing #love #fakelove #notreallove #narcissism #narclove #toxiclove #attention #crazysex #gifts #exs #allgames #lovegames #shinytoy #by #rickdc https://www.instagram.com/p/CpiY6utJoQ5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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haninabz · 1 year
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A sip of you
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toxiclovevn · 10 months
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" We have got to stop meeting like this, my Iris ~ "
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Welcome to the official page for the passion project Toxic Love. A story where you become the main interest of a botanist that knows a little too much about you and poisonous plants. Will you be swept off your feet voluntarily, or would you need some... convincing?
WARNING : THIS PAGE WILL CONTAIN CONTENT DEEMED NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS. You WILL be blocked if your profile is blank, you don't have an age/year somewhere on your profile, or you don't dm me. Fani does not care and will not be with you if you're under 18.
That being said, this page will contain themes like:
Manipulation
Stalking
Obsessive behavior
Sexual content
Disturbing imagery
Implied violence
More will be added as time goes on, but if any of these are triggering for you, please leave. /nm
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As for rules and guidelines :
- Anonymous asks are on, but I will turn them off if too many problems arise
- If you are going to send a NSFW ask, please turn off anon or dm me the question. I will not answer it if you keep anon on.
- I will try to answer as many as I can, but I refuse to answer ones that contain : explicit gore, n0nc0n, watersports, etc.
- Please be patient
- Fanart is allowed and encouraged! I'd love to see how you interpret the plant nerd.
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Links :
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Fani's bio
Camille's bio
Aspen's bio
Cast & dev's genders and sexualities
Bella's bio
Character playlists
Understand my ship in 5 minutes
Dev's personal blog
ARC (other story I'm working on)
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# ❓- Lab Secrets - asks/content related to TL lore
# 💭 - Conspiracy - theories/headcanons/AUs about the characters of TL
# 🖼️ - Letters from home - fanart and anything else you guys make for TL
# 🔞 - The sin bin - NSFW content
# 🌼 - The garden - fluff or wholesome content
# 🥲 - Murky waters - angsty content
# 🃏 - From Matty - input from the creator :P
# 🥼 - Dorky botanist - Fani-related content
# 💚 - Assistant's assistant - Aspen-related content
# 🍥 - Boss's orders - Camille-related content
# 👁️ - An intruder - Bella-related content
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dwippingbun · 2 months
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·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ EDEN HEADCANONS AND RELATIONSHIPS˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾  how he gets along with everyone ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
Vox- bestie, his boo, his love of his everything. He's die for him (and almost has) and he is his little lamby baby boy who's spoiled and he can't get enough of him. However because of his kind sweet and demure demeanor he's always the one Reigning in mister angy television when he has his fits. His calming voice and sweet personality will always make box settle his shit sooner than anyone. Even if he's used as a stress ball after.
Val- Valentino treats him like an owner would treat a Chihuahua and that's the best way I can describe it in the most funny way possible
Think of it as he just carries him around as a little accessory to show the public 'see I can be a sweetheart~' and just buys him cute outfits to dress him in. Or has Velvette make them.
Velvette - holy fuck does he love her. They're besties and that's an understatement. They always go shopping together and spill the tea on the latest gossip on town, but he also has a protective side to her she shows him when people are fucking with him.
She's no idiot and she picks up very quickly even with Vox and him trying to hide it they're an item and she flusters Eden MERCILESSLY over it.
Charlie- when he first gets to the hotel he admits he was kinda confused by her idea and called it to question.
Vaggie- she protects him from Alastor trying to EAT HIM all the time so yeah take that as you will sldmkdmdn he adores her for it
Angel- oh it was a crush at first sight. Eden is NOT immune to being flirted with and when angel put on his works he was a blushing and squeaking mess. Instant crush. He feels so bad for what Valentino is doing to him and often comforts him over it. He's a sweetheart and angel needs that support.
Husk- husk is an annoyed grouchy old man.... So needless to say they didn't get along at first. Eden kinda argued with him a bit about his attitude and then it eventually turned to them becoming a sneaky link Then fucking turned to feelings
Niffty- he and her get along! He's a bit freaked out by her but he also finds joy in another shorty squad member he can be taller than for once
Alastor- oh Boy
These two
Immediately upon seeing him it's as if Alastor wanted it to make it his mission to make him his new snack. All he did every day was loom around every corner to try and freak Eden out and taunt him saying that he's going to eat him all the time and how he's going to cook him.
Eventually the two got into a long night discussion after a lot of drinking together and Alastor discovered...really how this demon was unfairly sent here. Murder or not, he did it in self-defense against his abuser. So for once, he questioned whether he wanted someone to succeed in the hotel or not.. And boy did that bother him. Cue a small crush from the lamb, and reciprocated within return. His little lambchop.
eventually the two would meet out late at night and find time with each other.
Now….Vox didn't like that. At all. He hates Alastor. Wants him dead.
But…he also can't fucking talk. He has a sneaky/side piece relationship situation with Eden and he's with Val.
So he kinda has to just bite his tongue and say fuck it to this one. So long as Eden is still his lover. Maybe he can get Intel through him anyhow. Who knows.
Sir pen- he loves him. Oh wow does he love him. Sir pen is kinda like an older brother to him! Maybe a dad even.
NOW THE HELLUVA BOSS CHARACTERS CUZ I CAN'T BE CONTAINED
Blitz- essentially he meets the imp because he's roaming around pride and they got into and scuffle. He was offered to work for IMP cuz of his long sharp claws and how well they can slice a bitch up. Cue him explaining sinners can't leave pride. STOLAS then comes in and fixes that issue with a special trinket necklace (which he also gives his friend Lianna to match so she and him can travel together) that allows multi-ring travel. Great!
He finds comfort in Stolas' presence and honestly Views him as a kindred spirit, as Edens had his fair share of heartache. He turns him into a goetia demon to help him travel the rings and to seem inconspicuous about being with him.
Due to his naturally white coat and being albino he takes an appearance similar to Stella which makes very awkward interactions at first with Stolas. They bond over tarot and zodiacs together under the stars.
Fizz and Ozzie immediately recognize him as working for the Three Vs and he suddenly feels intimidated when they meet. However after hearing his story they kinda feel bad and take him in as his dads. They Garner him an imp form to hide into. They often bug the 3Vs about him whenever they can go check on him.
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rondetristeza · 8 months
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Siento que yo misma me estoy quitando una parte de mi alma.
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