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jazzitos · 4 months

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ʕ❀｡ i wonder 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 home

But we just said goodbye you

looked back at me once

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crylynnluv · 4 months

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𝒫𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝒽𝑜 !? ~ ``•📜☕︎𖦹~ 🖇️🗝️ ~`☯︎

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rosabie · 8 months

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- it's Gilmore girls season 🍂🧣

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uncxntrxllable · 8 months

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#henry visage ; 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑘 #fallout 4 #deathclaw

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lipsofbloodx · 2 hours

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𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓪 𝓐𝓭𝓪 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠.

91 year old vampire ⊱ forever 25 ⊱ owns multiple nightclubs ⊱ loves designer shoes & simple things in life

#fakevz #userfakevz #𝐼'𝑚 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚

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angel-cryptid · 4 days

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Random: Once my friends told me I look like the doll from "The hands resist him" ♡₊˚ ・₊

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t4dlat · 1 year

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‘ eh, ¿enviamos tips? ’

#* 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 / conversaciones.#nube me obligó a qUE SEA ONE LINER #ASI QUE SI SE LEE RANDOM ES SU CULPA #ni siquiera sé si tienen habilitado para enviar #pero como el acceso es solo a la app dije... Capaz...#pero sientanse libres de hacer q no se puede #o dejarlo hablando solo #en mi mente estaba en algun aula viendo al resto estudiar

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bitessback · 3 months

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@gamblingluck asked : “ who do you fight for? ”

( 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 ? ) it's a good a question as any, especially given there's not much to be known about the rather skittish survivor. although . . . no, perhaps skittish wasn't right. they were on edge, distrusting of even other survivors at first. opting instead to venture out and spend their time god knows where in the fog between trials.

stumbling into realms not their own in search of their friend -- their person? -- their 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧. implications of that phrase tossed aside, ( 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 ! ) always meandering.

( 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 ? ) the answer comes easy : 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. loved at a distance but always kept in their mind. & maybe it was eternally selfish, to ache to darken their doorway again when they knew it would mean danger. but they foolishly fantasized for it all the same.

but family would not save them here. 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝. anger keeps you moving, anger keeps you warm, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. gaze hardens, the quiet between the survivors broken as they part their lips. brows furrowed and jaw tight, steeling themselves to look the part : 𝐈 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄.

❝ I fight for me. ❞

& 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦 ! altruism held their bones together, some begrudging assistance. they were ready to lay down and die had it not been for another in need.

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#gamblingluck #me when the dog symbolism. me when the isle of dogs quotes. ghhrghrnh #I PLINK UP AT YOU SO BIGLY #╰ ( 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 ) / 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊. ❛ in chara.#╰ 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴 ! ❛ dbd au.

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sophiaharrington · 5 months

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@hargrove wrote: ❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

Sophia met Billy's stern gaze before backing away and crossing her arms. Sure, she had been a bit cold towards Billy ever since the events at Starcourt but that wasn't his fault. It was the first time Sophia learned about The Upside Down, and she was more pissed that no one told her in the first place, besides, it wasn't like Billy could've controlled himself in that state anyway.

"Wow, who knew you could weaponize interdimensional possession. It's so like you to pretend people don't care. You may think you're the only one with secret problems, but newsflash Billy, you're not!"

#* .⊹ 𝑦𝘰𝑢 𝑝𝘪𝑐𝘬 𝘶𝑝 𝑎𝘭𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝘪𝑛𝘴 › answered #* . ⊹ 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒 › verse one #hargrove

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dielogue · 6 months

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#⊰ ⊷ ◌ ⊶ ⊱ — ch. study ╱ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 ; 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 ?#⊰ ⊷ ◌ ⊶ ⊱ — aesthetic ╱ 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠 ; 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐 #⊰ ⊷ ◌ ⊶ ⊱ — inspiration ╱ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒 ; 𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒 #⊰ ⊷ ◌ ⊶ ⊱ — lore ╱ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 ; 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑡𝘩 #⊰ ⊷ ◌ ⊶ ⊱ — inumaki toge ╱ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 #⊰ ⊷ ◉ ⊶ ⊱ — ford ╱ ��𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 ! 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛' 𝑜𝑢𝑡 #⊰ ⊷ ◉ ⊶ ⊱ — music ╱ 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝 !#⊰ ⊷ ◉ ⊶ ⊱ — promos ╱ 𝑖𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ＃𝟷 𝑓𝑎𝑛 #⊰ ⊷ ◉ ⊶ ⊱ — memes ╱ 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 ?#⊰ ⊷ ◉ ⊶ ⊱ — refrences & resources ╱ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 #⊰ ⊷ ◉ ⊶ ⊱ — dash games ╱ 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑒𝑓 #⊰ ⊷ ◉ ⊶ ⊱ — inboxed ╱ 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 ?

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gyeonyeong · 1 year

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starter fechado com @yoyohajun.

as orbes escuras viraram enquanto colocava a mão na cintura, não estava surpresa. ━ primeiro: sem provas legais que foi você que bateu neles né? segundo: você bateu mais que apanhou né? terceiro: tá com fome? ━ perguntou de forma direita porque não era a primeira vez e duvidava ser a ultima, então só tinha aceitado, no inicio ela até surtava não com taejoon em si mas porque ela queria matar quem tinha procurado briga com o mesmo e se ele estivesse errado ela ainda o defenderia, mesmo que em casa o desse uma bronca. ━ mamãe me mataria se escutasse em falando assim. ━ comentou entre um pensamento alto e acabou rindo imaginado como a mulher reagiria, com certeza não seria uma cena bonita.

#𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ❪ min taeyeon ❫#min taejoon #game: golden age

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rosabie · 9 months

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uncxntrxllable · 11 months

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#henry visage ; 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑘 #fallout 4 #deathclaw

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deadvolce-a · 1 year

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we talking pastas? :) have my own design of Lord X & Pinkamena !

non-rp blogs may reblog, but don't use without permission.

#⸻ ⧼ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 :: NOAH'S ART ♊︎ 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ⧽#⸻ ⧼ 𝐕𝐈𝐒 :: PINKAMENA PIE ♊︎ 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠? 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓... ⧽#⸻ ⧼ 𝐕𝐈𝐒 :: LORD X ♊︎ 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐺𝑂𝐷𝐿𝑌? ⧽#( yes i know some of the features look wonky but 1) i havent drawn ponies in years )#( and 2) this is legit the first time i draw a sonic character in my life SOBS )#( i was gonna do a full body for lord x too but i got tired )

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momijiba · 1 year

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a little something to all you wanderer blogs.

#MY WORK.#✦ 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑥 ─ ┆┆ ─ 🇼🇦🇳🇩🇪🇷🇪🇷#//HERE YOU GO YOU STINKERS <3 #Youtube

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bitessback · 7 months

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@gamblingluck asked : NO! (hit me with ur best STUFF)

𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, echoes across the hollow imitation of the ski lodge as they collapse to the ground. the bite of the frigid air is what grasps them first, a low groan as the world spins and tumbles. a steady ringing in their ears and the lack of eye contact would give away their disoriented state, if their fumbled and weak grasps at the killer's hand didn't already.

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, that much was certain. they made it evident in every match they ran that they would do what it took. but sometimes it didn't matter. sometimes, as they knew all too well, you do everything right and 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦.

this match? 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴.

frank had never much been a fan of the smart mouth on jamie, and the feeling was very much 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥. despite the flimsy truce that existed between both killers and survivors alike during the 'off-season' at the Christmas party, there was a sort of lingering malice and vitriol that emanated from the two of them anytime they ran into each other.

but frank was always far too eager to remind jamie just where they sat on the food chain in a place like this [ . . . ] at a time like this [ . . . ]

jamie staggers to their feet, towards escape in some vain attempt to persist & barely misses the swipe of the blade that sends them tumbling forward. their voice is hoarse, a shout that seeps with a dread - a knowing - they're going to die here and there's nothing they can do about it.

❝ GO! JUST GO! --- ❞

because they wouldn't ask ace to stand and bear witness to this, wouldn't ask that he risk his life for nothing. for a sentiment that wouldn't mean much in a moment or two. they turn to block the incoming harsh metal as it sinks into their forearm and they cry out again, the cold grasping their breath in a heated huff that drifts as they shove frank off of them and stumble forward.

they were going to die, but like hell were they going to make it easy for this fucking prick.

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, how pain can snap you back into your own body. worse than any sting of the harsh snow against their skin, worse than the aching wound on the back of their skull. a blade enters, sinks into the flesh of the back of their heel and meets bone, and a strangled scream exits. Eye snapping open as their body kicks to life in some feeble desperation, nausea gripping their gut as they try to drag their body forth just for frank to drag them back by the blade. and they sob.

hot tears bite at their vision as he draws them in like a rabbit in a snag, a looming wolf's jaws, eclipsing their trembling figure as they roll onto their back just in time for it. -- eye widening in terror as they realize all too late. a hand tries to grasp, tries to catch his wrist or the blade or anything to stop what they know is coming. but they flinch, fingers brushing the side of his wrist as he plunges the knife into their chest. a choked noise escapes, soft and feeble. they feel their own gore rising in their throat again. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳, copper and bitter and metallic.

a bitter cough akin to a spit aimed at his mask is all they can offer as the defiantly grasp at franks wrists, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐫𝐞. tears are hot, sting their vision and they know frank is waiting - always such a fan of a captive audience - as he gives pause before wrenching the blade down from their chest to their stomach in one brutal sweep and jamie manages one last shriek.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭. frank moves on just as simply as ever and they peer up at the bleak grey sky. their breathing is shallow, short, it won't be long now. heat billows from their spilled guts, like some animal cut down in the cold and left to rot after the predator has had their fill. the dark starts to seep in at the edges, they barely manage a swallow, it's getting harder to focus.

the snow never stops falling, their face is cold, they always did like the winters in Utah [ . . . ]

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#INTO THE MEATGRINDER THEY GO #jamie waking up back at camp like: MAN #╰ ( 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 ) / 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊. ❛ in chara.#╰ 𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢 [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 -- ❛ asks.#╰ 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴 ! ❛ dbd au.#tw injury #tw gore #just in case dsfsdf

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