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(@ask-diane) Sammy: "N-North right? Um, you said you know a Zorua too? What are they like?"
✧ The fox hit the ground with a loud thud! You could almost faintly hear a groan of pain coming from the creature. North didn't seem too surprised at this result instead choosing to quickly attempt to pick the poor thing up.
North: Oh- I think I threw it too high again. He'll be okay! Yeah! I hope... Ummmm.
North: You're supposed to say hi to them!
✧ He seemed to stare at you for a long moment not quite understanding what North wanted him to do. After a long time, he finally figure it out.
✧ North obviously wanted him to take a nap.
North: I'm sorry Silas doesn't really know how to talk... I should have expected that, he's still just a baby.
North: He's still learning, he doesn't always understand.
-> Silas Rune's profile has been unlocked! You might not get many words out of him, he doesn't seem to know how to talk.
-> North seems to be getting a bit tired out.
#north varron#silas rune#wisteria ferus#chapter 1: familiar faces#The baby is hereeeee#ive been waiting to show this boy off!#There's like 2 continuation posts almost done so expect those this week as well!#hopefully that is I just need to add words and finish coloring them#HOPE YALL LIKE THE BABBBBY#Also if you recognize silas name from my other blog *EVIL LAUGHTER*#all chrono
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It's Not Easy Pt. 2 (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)
Summary: You and Bradley were friends for years before you became more, and had to go through a lot of trials and heartache before that. You were always there for him when he needed you most. This is the story of how you grew to love Bradley, and how he grew to love you in return.
TW: Swearing, drinking, death, talk of heaven and dead parents, SO MUCH CRYING. Sadness. Suggestion of *ahem* self pleasure. (That's right, we're getting SPICY over hereeeee)
Friends to Lovers requested by @iefitzgerald-blog
I hope you guys like it, please comment and let me know 🥰 I love reading them. Also let me know your opinion for Part 3 here.
*****
Knocking on Maverick’s front door, you waited quietly for the man to answer. When he finally opened the door, you realized that he looked like you: having gotten minimal sleep the night before. His face fell when he realized you were alone.
“Hi Mav,” you greeted awkwardly, and he moved out of the way to let you in.
“Is Bradley okay?” he asked, and you hesitated on whether or not you wanted to give him the full story. You loved Mav, you did, but Bradley was your wingman, and you weren’t going to let his uncle try and block him again.
“Not really,” you confessed, shrugging your shoulders at him, “I mean, how would you feel if someone you trusted pulled your chance to fulfill your dream?” He looked hurt, but it wasn’t your intention. The words came out as gentle as they could, but there was no way for it to be sugar coated. You put your hands up in defense.
“Listen, Mav, I’m only here to grab Bradley’s things. He’s made the decision to stay at my house for the rest of senior year, and we’re clearing out the extra room in the basement for him. I’m not part of this, I’m just trying to help him,” you stated, turning to move down the hall to Bradley’s room.
Most of his stuff was still at Carole’s house, which he could have stayed at, but there was no one there to pay for utilities every month. Without even bringing it up to you OR Bradley, your parents offered him a place to stay. You were happy that they were willing to help him, and that your mom was starting to get past her worries.
You grabbed the empty suitcase that Bradley had brought all of his stuff in, and began grabbing his clothes from the closet and tossing them into it. He had a few framed pictures that you placed in between all of the clothing to protect them. There was a picture of his mom and dad when they had gotten married, him and his mom at a baseball game in middle school, and a picture of the two of you down at Pensacola in Florida. For yours and Bradley’s birthdays your moms had brought you down to see the Blue Angels show that year. That’s when you two had absolutely decided you were going to fly, it was a done deal.
Ignoring the sadness in your heart that started to grow, you went back about your business, grabbing what little else he had around the room and closing the suitcase tight. Sliding his backpack on, you lifted the suitcase and turned to see Maverick standing in the doorway of the room.
“I know I’m not part of this… but I don’t think I’ll be seeing you for a while, Mav,” you said quietly, and apologetically. The hurt on his face only weighed your heart down more, and you moved forward to hug the older gentleman. Despite what happened and what was yet to come, you felt for him. Deep down you knew there was something going on that maybe you would never understand, and that was okay.
“I’ll try and keep in touch,” you promised, stepping away from him to lift the suitcase once more, you passed him and turned back only once at the door to whisper a small goodbye to him, tears now coming from both of you.
*****
Bradley had gotten a job at a small family owned grocery store in town, insisting that since he was living with your family that he could help pay for groceries and bills. Of course, they simply put a show on for him, accepting the money every month only to put it in a savings account that they planned to present him with once he went off to college. If he went off to college. Unfortunately, since Bradley had been hoping for admittance to the naval academy, he didn’t apply anywhere else. There were only two places whose deadlines didn’t already pass. UVA was his goal, and the two of you had been waiting anxiously for a letter to appear in the mail.
The lights were turning off for the night, and Bradley had another hour of work before he could go, but when he was mopping the floor behind the deli counter where he worked he heard banging and a surprised shout.
“Ma’am we are CLOSED! We close early on Sundays!” his boss said apologetically, and Bradley had poked his head around the corner to see his boss had opened the door to speak to someone. What he didn’t expect was for you to be that someone. When you caught his eye, you shouted his name and raised an envelope over your head triumphantly.
“UVA!” you informed him, and he ran over to grab the letter.
“I am so sorry, Mr. Als, I couldn’t wait to get this to him, it’s too important,” you apologized, watching him open the letter, “I’ll even help you guys clean if that helps at all.”
Mr. Als shook his head, chuckling now at your antics, and was thoroughly invested in what the letter contained.
Bradley read the letter, his face showing no emotion as he did so. Finally, he looked up at you with joyful eyes.
“I got in,” he smiled, and you tackled him into a hug. Mr. Als whooped and his wife clapped from behind you guys, as she had witnessed the interaction.
“Congratulations, son,” he said, clapping him on the back. Bradley was a hard worker, and he was fond of him.
“Dear, why don’t you head home early tonight. You and your girlfriend can go celebrate together,” Mrs. Als smiled sweetly. Both you and Bradley made the same sounds of protest.
“She’s not–”
“We’re not–”
“No dating–”
“We’re friends–”
“Friends–”
Mr. Als winked at Bradley and you blushed, and Bradley announced that he would go put his apron away and that he would meet you outside.
While you waited in your truck, you saw Mrs. Als pull Bradley aside for a few seconds, then pat him on the back before letting him go for the night. His face went red and he was laughing when he opened the truck door. The bronco was currently getting repairs, so you had been bringing him back and forth to work for a few days.
“What was that about?” you chuckled, and Bradley shook his head.
“Nothing,” he assured, but when he looked at you, his breath hitched and so did yours. Something about the way he looked at you was different now, and you weren’t sure what it was, but you didn’t want it to stop.
*****
Thursday after school, Bradley pulled the bronco into your driveway, the both of you hopping out with backpacks in tow. You were two weeks away from graduation and you couldn’t be more excited. Things, although difficult, were starting to look up for Bradley, and he had been so happy since his acceptance to UVA.
Dropping your bags on the dining room table, you both made your way into the kitchen while chatting animatedly.
He grabbed some waffles out of the freezer and threw four in the toaster. Bradley grabbed the butter and you opened the cabinet to grab the syrup. That's when you saw it.
The stamp was the official Naval Academy logo, and your name was printed in neat little letters on a label that was placed in the dead center of the envelope. Shaking slightly, you reached out to grab it, staring at it when Bradley noticed your silence.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned, and you turned the paper to show him what it was; unsure of how he would react. He swallowed, nervous, but altogether he seemed to be alright with it.
“Open it?” he asked, wanting to hear the result for your own future.
Slowly, you tore away at the envelope corners, running your thumb through the paper until the letter inside was revealed. Pulling it out, fingers unfolding the page, your eyes scanned over the paper, not wanting to miss a single detail. If Bradley couldn’t hear your heart beating, you would be surprised. Finally your eyes found the words you were looking for.
“I was accepted,” the words filled the kitchen and Bradley stepped forward to envelop you in a hug. Your apology came out of your mouth before you could stop it, and Bradley pulled away to hold you at arms length. Behind him, the waffles popped out of the toaster.
“Do not apologize,” he ordered, wiping the tears from your cheeks tenderly, “you completely turned everything around for me in the past couple months, you deserve to have a victory. I know we won’t be together like we wanted to be, but you deserve this. Every bit of it. You have always been in my corner, always, and now it’s my turn.”
He was brushing his thumb on your cheek, which slowly had moved down to your jaw. His other hand tucked your hair behind your ear, and he was looking at you the way he did a few days ago, something different in his eyes. Slowly, he brought his forehead to yours, noses brushing softly. Your eyes fluttered closed just as his lips came to barely touch yours.
The door slammed and you practically pushed Bradley away from you in surprise. He also looked shocked, and the whooping of your brother filled the house.
“Guess who’s home fuckers!” he shouted, and you huffed.
“You, unfortunately,” you groaned, and your brother appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Shut up, you know you love me,” he chided, dropping his bags and grabbing you into a hug that you tried to resist.
“Let go of me, buttmunch!” you pushed in vain at the bigger man child who was attempting to hug you, and Bradley just laughed. You had forgotten that his college let out today.
“Hey! Bradshaw! Nice to see you man!” he fist bumped Bradley, “sorry to hear about the Naval Academy, man, I’m glad you’re staying with us though,” he said honestly, “congrats on UVA!” your friend scratched the back of his head shyly.
“Thanks,” he simply said.
Your brother turned to grab his bags, pulling them along into his room. When he closed the door, you cleared your throat and walked off towards the toaster.
“Waffles are uh– gonna get cold,” you mumbled, putting them on a plate and Bradley agreed, grabbing the ones you handed over to him with a thank you.
For the rest of the night, you awkwardly kept the ball rolling, hoping for absolutely no free space in which Bradley could address the elephant that now filled the room. Only when you closed the door to your bedroom that night did you let yourself think about it.
You had grown to be somewhat attracted to Bradley. He had ended up handsome, of course, but you never thought anything would come of it. In your mind, Bradley had other girls he was interested in, and while you were his best friend, you would never be more than that.
The beginning of senior year, the attraction had gotten really bad, especially after the shower incident. The way he looked at your body had embarrassed you at first, but you had actually decided you liked it. Only once did you allow yourself to imagine what it would be like with his mouth on your breasts. Sometimes you wondered if he thought the same thing. You usually hoped he did when you had a hand between your legs. Those thoughts would always end the same way, though, you’d shake your head to get them out of your mind, and pretend like you never thought of them. It was Bradley, after all.
Tonight was difficult, thinking about the almost kiss from earlier. You laid awake in bed, thinking about what could have happened if he had gone through with it. That's when it really hit you. Bradley tried to kiss you. Bradley. Tried to kiss you. He was the one who started it. Did he like you back? Could you even call it “like” at this point? Cause you sure as hell were hit with the brick that you loved him. You loved Bradley Bradshaw. Maybe, perhaps, he even loved you? You didn’t know.
*****
Both you and Bradley had backed off, unsure of how to proceed now; but that was okay. You both had so much going on in the next week and a half that you almost completely forgot about it. Prom was later that week, and you and Bradley had agreed to go together months ago. You had bought a red dress for the occasion, and Bradley had a red vest and tie to match. When you two were ready to go you told Bradley you had a surprise for him, but he had to take off his current tie. He obliged, and closed his eyes while you replaced it.
When he opened his eyes, he turned and looked into the mirror in the hallway, surprisingly touched at what he found. It was his dad's wedding tie, he had insisted on wearing a Hawaiian themed one; and Carole thought it was hysterical so she encouraged it.
“I found it while we were cleaning out your mom's attic,” you smiled, “I know it doesn't really match, but I don’t care.” Bradley turned to look at you, a smile lighting his own face.
“I look hot,” he said, jokingly, and you laughed. He deeply appreciated it.
“You should think about growing a mustache,” you stated, and Bradley considered this.
“Y’know, I just might,” he looked in the mirror, debating.
*****
After graduation, summer was in full swing, and you and Bradley were doing well. The two of you were becoming closer, and you were both happy with the way it was going. Between work, friends, and preparing for school, you were both having an excellent time. But when the fall rolled around, you were both hit with the realization that you wouldn’t be able to see each other everyday anymore. It hurt, so you decided to spend as much time together as possible before you had to leave.
Eventually, the time came, and Bradley saw you off at the academy with your parents. It hurt him that he wasn’t going with you, but it was okay, he’d be where he needed to be in the future. Bradley made some friends at UVA, and when you met them they told you about how he wouldn’t stop talking about you. He showed you around campus, and you became a regular face, making an appearance at least once a month.
One night, you and Bradley were at a get together for the ROTC kids, and someone suggested playing a game called Paranoia. Basically, everyone sat in a circle and someone whispered a question into someone's ear. They would answer it out loud, then the asker would flip a coin. If it landed on heads the question was revealed, if it landed on tails the next person went and left everyone wondering.
You and Bradley were sitting across from each other for two reasons. One, you had grown popular with the group, being from the academy so people wanted you to sit next to them; and two, the both of you were blocked from your shenanigans that way.
Hanson was currently whispering a question into Bradley’s ear, and without skipping a beat he said yes as the answer. The circle ooh’ed and whooped as you raised an eyebrow at him, in curiosity.
“Bradshaw’s seen your tits before?!” Hanson cried in surprise, without even flipping the coin; the circle erupted into chaos.
Your mouth dropped and Bradley covered his face in shame. I mean, you weren’t mad, it was true, he had seen your breasts by accident.
“Oh my God, Bradley!” you shouted but were cracking up, as was he.
Everyone was begging to hear the story, but you just put your hands up, calming them and explaining that it was an accident and it was through your shirt. When everyone had settled down, it was now Bradley’s turn to ask Marks a question. You shook your head, still embarrassed but finding it funny.
*****
You had just completed your second year of the academy, and Bradley was onto his junior year. Today you both had time off from work, he had devoted his summers to Mr. and Mrs. Als, who greatly appreciated his help. Every sunday you brought in a baked treat for them, and they loved having you around. You ended up working at the store that you and Bradley hid in forever ago, helping out Mrs. Silver.
It was a beautiful day, hardly a cloud in the sky. Driving your old truck down to the beach, you and Bradley were singing at the top of your lungs. Normally the windows would be rolled down, but it was too hot; that was your only complaint. You were on the brief stretch of highway that brought you over to your favorite spot when the sound of metal on metal filled your ears, and your truck shifted. You whipped your head around to see an SUV pushing you along the highway, the driver unconscious.
It’s like the next few seconds happened in the span of a minute for Bradley. You whipped your head to look at him, eyes fearful and wild, shrieking his name in panic. He felt his own eyes go wide. The SUV pushed past your truck and the wheel was yanked out from your hands, the other vehicle colliding once more with yours as it spun. The driver's side door was now crushed and you were screaming, desperately attempting to grab and hold onto the wheel, when the SUV pushed past your truck one more time. Your own truck spun now, hitting the barrier a few times and your truck resumed its upright position after flipping once. Neither you or Bradley were conscious when paramedics arrived.
Your eyes cracked open when you felt a hand running against your forehead, and you awoke to find yourself in the driver's seat of your truck in your driveway at home; not a scratch on the vehicle. Your window was rolled down and the birds were chirping pleasantly in the trees.
“Hey,” the owner of the voice was gentle, and he spoke like he was sorry he had to wake you, “you’re okay, don’t worry.” Your eyes focused on the man who had woken you from your deep sleep, and you instantly recognized him from his Hawaiian shirt.
“Goose?” you questioned, and the man nodded politely, grasping your hand in his. You felt so heavy, like you were made of concrete.
“Don’t panic, you’re not ready for us yet,” he soothed, still brushing his right hand on your face and you nodded peacefully, “you’ll be back to your family in no time, you’ve got big things ahead of you, kid.” Smiling tiredly at him, he gripped your hand, calling your name to make sure you were listening, and you gave him your full attention.
“Thank you for taking care of Bradley,” he said, tears in his eyes.
“It’s alright, Goose, I love Bradley,” you mumbled, smiling truly at the mention of your friend, mind still hazy, and he put his other hand out to grip your shoulder.
“Alright, brace yourself, kid. This is gonna hurt,” he warned, and before you could ask what he was talking about, a fiery electric shock ripped through your body.
Your eyes opened, and you were faced with the sky. Goose was right, that did hurt. Several paramedics stood around you, working on getting you back. You were aware of AED pads stuck to your chest. While one called out that you were back, the other informed you that you were in a car accident. Everything flooded back to you, and the only thing you could focus on was Bradley’s panicked face before you had blacked out.
“Bradley,” you called out, your voice strained. You attempted to sit up but paramedics held you down, instructing you not to move. When you became angry with them, you felt a prick on your arm. Your voice slowly began to slur and drop in volume as you fell back to sleep.
Bradley was alright for the most part. Now, anyway. At the scene of the accident, when they had pulled you from the vehicle and announced that you needed CPR because you had gone into cardiac arrest, Bradley couldn’t think straight. You were, ultimately, the only thing he had left. He wouldn’t be able to bear it if you died.
The deep cuts on various parts of his body stung, but he refused to get in the ambulance until he knew your heart was working once more. When they finally called out that you were okay, he was shoved in the back of an ambulance. Their reassurance that you were alive did little for his anxiety.
Now, he was sitting in the hospital, in his pajamas; next to your bed. Since Bradley was a patient here, only staying overnight, visiting hours did not apply to him. You had woken up an hour ago, and now the two of you sat in silence, appreciating the fact that neither of you were dead. Worse than Bradley, but only a broken arm, you fared extremely well considering the circumstances; and not counting your almost death. Your parents would visit tomorrow morning, as they had already been by and Bradley promised to keep them updated.
You had attempted to apologize to Bradley several times, but he assured you that it was not your fault. He held your hand, rubbing circles into the skin to keep the anxiety at bay as best he could.
“Bradley?” you finally whispered, and he hummed in response, “do you believe in heaven?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed, “I do. I believe that my parents are there… Why do you ask?”
“If I tell you, I need you to know that I’m being honest– and serious,” you stared at him, and Bradley had never seen you so firm and sincere in his whole life, so all he could do was agree.
“I saw your dad, Bradley,” as soon as the words left your lips you started to cry, because saying them out loud meant it was real. You had died, and that was very scary, but Carole and Goose were there and also they were okay. “He told me I was going to be okay, and that medics were trying to bring me back,” your voice was now a few notes higher, and you shook with sobs, which pained you, and Bradley couldn’t help but join you in your emotion. His dad was okay, and he had made sure you were alright.
That was not something that Bradley or yourself would ever share with anyone else for many years, and the only other person who would come to know was Maverick: during one visit to his house for the holidays.
*****
It was your first Christmas after graduation, and you and Bradley had lucked out with leave for the week from flight school. You two were thrilled to be in the same class again. The both of you made your way up from Pensacola, and the next day it was snowing lightly, and you pulled up to a familiar house.
You had lied to Bradley and told him you were going Christmas shopping, but in reality you just wanted to see Mav. It had been a long while since you and him had gotten to chat, and you wanted to check in and catch up. With his little christmas gift in hand, you knocked on the door, ignoring the fact that it had been over a year since you last saw or called him.
When the door opened, you smiled and gave him a little wave. Despite the long absence from his life, he smiled and pulled you into a hug. You looked so much older from the last time he saw you, and it made him both sad and proud. You held out the medium sized box to him, and he accepted it with teary eyes. It was the first Christmas gift he had received in years, with you and Bradley gone from his life.
He poured you a cup of coffee while you chatted away, updating him on everything going on in your life. You shared how Bradley was doing, and that you both were pretty good in flight school. It wasn’t your fight, so you weren’t going to tiptoe around the fact that Maverick hadn’t succeeded in keeping him out of the sky. Besides, he knew anyway.
When he asked about the scars on your face, you recounted the tale of how another driver had apparently had a seizure while driving and pushed your truck around and you and Bradley had flipped. You forgot that you hadn’t mentioned that to him, electing not to scare him; but now that you were alright you felt safe to share.
“Don’t worry, Bradley’s not as bad as I was, I actually died for a second, so y’know,” you shrugged it off as if it wasn’t a big deal. Mav just stared at you, mouth gaping; and you decided to tell him.
“Can I tell you something, Mav?” you asked, the sudden emotion in your voice made Maverick shut his jaw and put his mug down and focus on whatever words you had to say.
“Anything,” he reassured, still rattled from your confession and you bit your lip. If that was bad, what you were about to share was worse.
“I saw him, when I died,” you whispered, remembering the kind face of Bradley’s father. Mav knew who you were referring to, and he couldn’t help the tears that filled his eyes again, “he was so kind to me, Mav. But he’s okay,” you concluded, swallowing the lump in your throat. Ever since that day, you had wished that Goose was still here; Bradley deserved him to be around.
He nodded, the tears falling. He wiped them off and turned to grab something from the counter, which was really just an excuse to collect himself.
“I better get going, my family is going to see the lights later,” you sighed, standing from the little stool you had perched on for a while.
“It makes sense, y’know,” Mav said, and you cocked your head to question what he meant, “Goose would definitely be looking out for you, given how much Bradley loves you.” You shrugged, and shook your head a little a breathy laugh huffing past your lips; feeling awkward at the mention of love. “He loves you, kid, I mean, really loves you,” Mav continued, making it a point. You nodded at the older man, thanking him for the coffee, and leaving his house.
You didn’t want him to open his gift while you were there, knowing it would make him cry even more; and it did. It was an old picture that you and Bradley had drawn of him and Goose in art class, you had found it while cleaning out your room before you shipped out to Florida. An hour later your cell phone vibrated, and you flipped it open to reveal a short thank you text from Mav.
*****
Back in Pensacola, you and Bradley were pinned with your wings, graduating flight school. Receiving the call signs Rooster and Knuckles, you were so proud of each other. You had finally made it, and your childhood dreams were achieved.
After celebrating with family, you were out with your class, piling into a local bar for some drinks. You, never changing, drank only a little; a light buzz filling your body. Rooster on the other hand, was shitfaced. When you went to collect him, to bring him home, he shrugged you off.
“Bradley,” you tried to coax him into leaving as he pounded one more shot.
“What? I’m having a good time,” he slurred, and you shouted over the music for him to hear.
“Hey we have to go, you’re drunk,” you stated. Bradley was an emotional drunk, and you often liked to get him out of public places before he had a meltdown. Tonight he was being difficult.
“Can you just let me have fun please?” he ripped himself away from you, and hurt filled your eyes. He was usually emotional, but not like this, and never towards you. That's when you saw Hughes sitting next to Bradley, her eyes pointedly and guiltily ignoring the interaction. Her callsign was Vixen for a reason, all the women knew that she liked to stir shit up, using her looks to get the men’s attention; you had never been a target, until now. That’s when it clicked that she had been taking advantage of Bradley’s vulnerable state.
“Bradley,” you stated firmly, wanting to get him away from her.
“No!” he shouted, and now some people were looking, and you stood there awkwardly. “Y’know?! What is it you want from me? You constantly act like you want me, then you turn around and act like I don’t exist!” He turned to look at Vixen, and you knew those words were the outcome of whatever conversation that had taken place, and not his true sober thoughts. It still stung, and you flinched at his words, because they were a little true.
You never understood how to navigate your feelings for Bradley, and as a result the two of you had been in limbo for the past few years. Not quite an item, never kissed, but an understanding that something was there; and honestly, you’d never even kissed anyone else. In your heart, there was always this ridiculous expectation that Bradley would be all your firsts. You just hadn’t planned on it taking years to figure out. After all, you both have been kind of busy.
“Y’know, I’m getting tired of you not being able to make up your mind,” he slurred, stepping towards you to get in your face, and some of the guys in your class came to stand next to Bradley, to keep him from doing anything in his drunken state. Your eyes filled with tears and your lip trembled at Bradley’s outburst. “I’m tired of being left in the dust, grow up.” Bradley grimaced at you, and you saw red.
Before you could stop yourself, you clocked your best friend right between his eyes; knocking him out cold. Several of your classmates shouted in surprise, but no one blamed you. You glared at Vixen, who was just as shocked at your action, and turned to leave the bar before the tears started flowing down your face. How could this have happened? You knew it wasn’t true, how could it be? Did you really frustrate him that much? No. Bradley didn’t actually think that.
Right?
*****
The next morning, bright and early, Bradley was violently awoken at the sound of a rooster crow being cawed through a megaphone. He reached up to cover his ears, groaning at the movement and the pain he felt when he scrunched his nose involuntarily.
“Up and at em, Rooster! Cock a doodle doo, Motherfucker!” He cracked his eyes open to see his bunkmates and yours standing over him. He wasn’t sure where you were, but he wished it was you and not them. At least you’d be nice about harassing him while hungover and do it around noon.
“Oh my GOD, did I get hit by a truck last night?!” he moaned, the heat of liquor sitting in his stomach still. He was still in his dress whites, which were now wrinkled.
“You got shitfaced. If that’s how you are when you’re drunk, I would recommend never drinking again,” your bunkmate stated, stone cold.
“What do you mean?” he asked, and caught sight of himself in the window, “What the FUCK?!” he shouted, noticing the fact that his nose was now bruised and probably broken. Several chuckles filled the small room, and someone muttered.
“Here I thought we called her Knuckles from all the cracking…”
Bradley looked up at the mention of your new callsign, and realized your absence was purposeful.
“What?” he asked, hoping for clarification; hurt filling his eyes.
“Oh, she cracked you a good one, dude. Remind me to never get on her bad side,” his bunkmate stated.
“What happened last night?” Bradley pressed, he was ignoring the churn of his stomach as he waited for the answer. He was absolutely going to throw up within the next hour.
While everyone reminded him of what happened, horror filled his face. He believed none of that. He didn’t even know where that came from.
“Where is she?” he looked to your bunkmate, who pursed her lips in anger.
“She left last night, man, she couldn’t stop crying,” she shrugged, “I haven’t heard from her since, sorry.”
Head pounding, and cursing himself out, Bradley quickly changed out of his whites, into civvies, and ran out the door of the dorms to the bronco. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say to you, but he had to make it right.
He fucked up bad.
*****
Part 3
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YOU-!! KAMISHIRO, GET HERE RIGHT NOW, WHY IS HALF THE FRIDGE FULL OF SWEETS??
... oh? hehe, i did us all a favour~ transforming those awful, awful veg into something actually edible~
... how exactly are we meant to cook dinner with this?
Rui...
never thought i'd say this, but maybe the stuck up royals sometimes have a point about getting rid of magic. maybe.
hey...!! not all the royal family is bad... Princess Emu is quite nice...
HELLO?? back to the topic, Kamishiro turned every vegetable in this place into cakes and chocolate!! which wouldn't be a problem, if that wasn't the only thing left to eat!!
... i don't really mind, as long as the noodles aren't affected...
gooood news, Kanade-chan, they're a-okay!!
aha, i love to see you all so lively, but let's all calm down a little, yes?
very true!! ahem, hello to all viewing this blog, a pleasure to welcome you~
let's hope this doesn't get too out of hand...
now, now, you can only ask for so much, Nene~
OOC time!! hiya, it's Ace, whose main is @ace-and-the-rpg-horrors and i also run one of the Rui RP blogs, @kamishiro-rui-phoenixwonderland !!
this is a blog based on the witch characters from my fantasy AU!! you can find the current lore i have written about hereeeee
right, just a heads up, since there's a whopping eight characters to write for as well as colour coding and all that, i will be slower at responses in this blog!! please bear in mind that i also have my Rui blog to be active on, and this is my first time having two blogs on the same account, so i may slip up sometimes!! the character tags are as follows:
shizuku speaks~
fight fight minori!!
cutie smile haruka~
it's airi!!
nene's rambles...
hello world~
k online...
enanan online~
#shizuku speaks~#fight fight minori!!#cutie smile haruka~#it's airi!!#nene's rambles...#hello world~#k online...#enanan online~#ooc posts#intro
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CASSIE MY WIFE......SHE'S RETURNED FROM WAR....
i get so excited u pop up i MISS you to death actually
IM HEREEEEE ARI I AM HERE .!!!!!!! I HAVE MISSED U HORRIFICALLY I NEED U TO KNO THIS. I WILL BE HAVING A SCROLL THRU UR BLOG TO SEE WHAT LEGENDARY POSTS I HAVE MISSED.. I AM BEHIND THE TIMES
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GRabs.
i cant begin to describe how OVERJOYED i am for once for tumblr radar bringing your blog to me not once, not twice, but three times. at first i was too anxious to follow. i didn't think any of our muses would click- and while i'm comfortable just following to watch a muse flourish, i wanted to have something worth while to consider. and then the second time, i was less hesitant but i wanted to make sure i could be a decent presence in the writing side. third time? u got me dingy. the insistent pressure from tumblr to go "get over hereeeee" was real. and i'm glad it did. because it brought me to a new friend! and a funny one too :p
Share with the Class ^_^ / accepting
#x. therapeutic chain of events. / asks.#x. my lady doesnt wilt. / games.#STARTS SHAKING YOU LIKE A RAGDOLL. WELCOME TO THE DECIMA LOVE CLUB.#even if our muses didnt click believe me id find a way 2 make it work. do not test me.#IM ALSO SO GLAD U CONSIDER ME FUNNY AND A FRIEND. MY BRAND CONTINUES 2 GROW AS THE SILLYMAN OF THE DASH.#ONCE AGAIN SHAKING U LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!! YAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!
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hi rae <3
i’ve come to realise that our last few talks were about me!
so i wanted to know more about u!!!
i remember reading once that u live in Canada? right?i assume it’s very cold there! r there a lot of moose around? we don’t have those here in new zealand. i think they brought them over but they went extinct :(
do u have hobbies? play an instrument?
oh! i seen u reblogged the post for a anonymous message saying what we think of u!!
sooo i’ll do it while i’m hereeeee
i feel u r a very warm person. u probably pay attention to the very last detail. your blog reminds me of the warmth from a campfire if that makes sense. i bet ur a very attentive listener. i like how u respond to anons and stuff because it feels u actually read what they said and took the time to responded accordingly. i find u very funny and omg ur writing!! very well done. trying not to overkill here but ur vv cool.
anyways i hope ur well <33
hello!!! :> we did talk about you in our last talks but there's nothing bad about that, though im happy to tell you anything you wanna know about me!! <3 im really rambling here too it's rly early and i have a lot of energy so this is a forewarning !!!
yep i live in canada!! it's relatively cold but not colder than other places that get regular winters and stuff. i live in the very south part of canada so im a bit warmer here, tho vancouver and especially the north like nunavut and yukon are very cold, so i also see why the entirety of canada is generally viewed as colder than most places
which actually may or may not be true idk but where i am it's not soooo bad, except we do get pretty intense winters here and there. actually this winter a lot of people in my region had a bunch of power/heat outages etc etc for a few days, so winters r usually very cold.. is that normal for people outside of canada?? like on average? 🧐 there is a funny stereotype where we live in igloos and stuff LOL in quebec there's a huge winter festival where people can go to ice hotels and stay there, and those desserts where people pour maple syrup onto snow and eat it is actually real tho i've never tried it
hehehehe that's funny about the moose 😭 i've never seen one!!! i think it's also a popular idea that there r a lot of moose! not around where i live but more secluded nature-y parts of canada, which is mooooost places i think?? i have a bit of an uneducated view maybe because i've always lived around toronto which is very city-like. they're huuuuugeee actually and run super fast god i would wanna see one in person but keep my distance for sure. i have a friend from new zealand! i've never talked to anyone from there before him and his accent was a real mix of things i thought, never imagined i'd hear scottish and australian sounding accents in one person! my friend and i were just talking about how weird it is how there r animals all over the world, like cats in russia or bunnies in egypt or something,, like how did y'all get there for real what are u even doing there (i mean the answer is obvious but it's a slightly weird thought)
ummmm hobbies ah i like to read and write uuuuhhhmm i like graphic design! like i used to do it on adobe photoshop tho i haven't done it in a while, i like to swim (even though it's very rare that i get to) and no i don't play any instruments! took piano lessons for a few months (ish?) before tho. what about you? do you play instruments and what r your hobbies?
thank you so much for saying that T_T that's really really nice of you to say and i think i do make an effort to put that energy across sometimes, it's just nice to be kind and it makes me rly happy to imagine being able to make people feel seen and comforted! i personally really value comfort as well :D ehehe thank u for saying you think im funny that's very sweet and im glad, i think sometimes my humour may not rly reach people 😭 😭 i think you r a really cool and very lovely person too <33
im doing well yes!! thank u for checking in and i hope you've been doing alright too 💓💓💓💓
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anyway i deleted my about after some reflection on several posts. i’ll always keep my age up but for internet safety reasons would actually like to think critically about the information available to me online, just as i highly, highly encourage my younger followers to do, as while i see some of the utility of the carrd/info card culture currently at play i think there are also some significant internet safety risks especially for other minority kids/kids of color/lgbt+ kids. a lot of info is already available about me and available to people who just like. ask.
#blog policy#i don't mean this to be condescending i realllly don'ti it's more of a reflection on me#i do mean this from the bottom of my heart: 14 year olds get off of hereeeee#i would make 16 the limit#speaking honestly i was on here at 15 and looking back even some internet friendships that were /fine/ make me super uncomfortable in#retrospect even from the more /progressive/ or whatever parts of fandom#it took me several years to get mutuals closer to my own age anyway
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HEY i posted this on twitter, might as well post it hereeeee
i wanna propose a new term (and flag) for my Very Specific Identity that i’ve actually had quite a few people relate to: CARICAN: for gay transmasculine people whose attraction to men is connected to, and strongly influences, their gender in some way (and possibly vice-versa).
the label stems from the scientific name for figs; “ficus carica”, and the flag is also heavily inspired by the colors of the fruit. figs are often associated with achilles, and i don’t think i need to elaborate on that front lol.
i wouldn’t feel like a trans man in the same way if i wasn’t gay. my attraction to men and masc nonbinary people is what led me to discover my gender identity, and it continues to fuel it. that’s why i wanted to make this!
PLEASE feel free to use this for yourself if you can relate! but if you’re going to repost it/showcase it somehow, i’d appreciate if you credited my blog!
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Help i finally got my hands on a copy of les mis in my native language cuz i don't want to read it in that old complicated english, but THEY HAVE SHORTENED IT AND THE ONLY AMIS ARE COURF, FERRE, ENJ, GAVROCHE and ofc Marius AND IM SO UPSET-
Enjorlas died alone but they had an illustration of him and grantaire (who was never mentioned even once) holding hands while getting shot
The thing is that the only complete translations i can find in my language are in series with the brick in 13 pieces, from the beginning of the 1900s for like 233$ or something
I hate it hereeeee
(Sorry for barging in yr inbox like this, i had to talk to another les mis fan and i dont follow a lot of les mis blogs)
So i think i will have to read it in English afterall *sigh*
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WHAT??? H-HOW???? They’re still relevant characters and it’s so weird that they cut them out like that... like I can see how they could cut some of the Amis but GRANTAIRE????? They must’ve completely re-written that scene then. Ay man, whats your native language? maybe I can help you find another version?
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guys can I just real fast
shoutout to my man @gh0stquartz… blog enjoyers, you enjoy my content, now all I ask of you is to go, go follow them, enjoy his content, he is one of the kindest people youll meet on this website guaranteed :,] ves if you see this, I’m sending you many many many many hugs from hereeeee
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Hi, this is a weird message but I'm just wondering if you're okay? I have followed you on this blog and your main one for a long time, and I used to check in on your blog almost every day. I noticed that you haven't posted in several months! Anyway, I hope your life is going well and that you're staying safe in these strange times. This isn't meant to pressure you into returning to tumblr, I just get worried sometimes when people disappear!
HI HELLO TO YOU AND TO EVERYONE ELSE I ABANDONED THE PAST FEW MONTHS.
So the tl;dr is that I’m doing well, there’s just been a LOT going on and tumblr just kind of got lost in the crossfire.
The longer version is I just had a LOT of stuff happen all at once and I just didn’t have the time/energy for the tumblr life. Basically........
I have a boyfriend now!!! He was my very first Tinder date on the very first day of the year and somehow it all just worked really well and I am SUPER happy. It is a little bit trickier because he has a daughter so that’s just a new layer I’ve never dealt with in any kind of relationship but it’s all very exciting and seriously he is a gem of a human.
Work got really busy. Like.........just REALLY busy it was insane. But it was normal.
Then a global pandemic hit OOOPS.
And I work in an industry that was heavily impacted by coronavirus, and my role in particular meant I was basically working........allllllll the time. All the time. Seriously who are these people who say that working from home is a breeze and they never do anything because I was working from the moment I woke up until I went to bed way after my usual bedtime and at one point I actually had a mini-breakdown and my boss insisted I take a (free) day off. Shit’s HARD. Things are finally calming down now but
We’ve also started announcing layoffs. I’m not really concerned about my job being impacted (other than the fact we were already told we’re not getting merit raises this year), but.........just not a great environment to be in.
And I worked at a place a few years ago that went through massive layoffs where my role WAS eliminated so.......it’s icky.
And all through this.......honestly, tumblr kind of started feeling like work? Maybe if I were someone who could be casual about anything it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but just.......keeping up with tags......and content....and adding commentary......even at my MASSIVELY reduced level compared to what I used to do years ago........was just really draining me. So when things started getting busy, first with the happy things with the bf and then with the more stressful things, tumblr was just a really easy thing to give up. I’ll be honest, I missed the people a LOT A LOT A LOT and I’ve thought about all of you a great deal, but tumblr itself.........I’ve been ok without it.
Real talk, at times tumblr just really stressed me out, in ways I didn’t even fully realize until I left. Like.....I’m currently on S4 of a CXGF rewatch and I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I’m not dissecting it or thinking about what other fans are saying or getting caught up in ship wars and I LOVE IT. And don’t get me wrong, I loved all the analysis and such in the moment, I really really did, but........idk I think it just took a certain amount of ~effort and I always knew it did but I didn’t realize quite how MUCH of my energy I was using. I think fandoms are wonderful and amazing and I have a million positive things to say about them, but I think for me personally, it was just using more of my energy than I really had room for at this stage in my life.
And that’s just FANDOM. Don’t even get me started on current events, etc. that circulate. And I know I could just curate my experience and make my dash the place I want it to be and that’s all well and good but........idk, I think at the end of the day right now I really only have room for a casual commitment to this platform and I’ve never been able to be casual about, um, anything, so just leaving was a better option.
And I’m not saying this is forever either, I literally just logged in and was like OOOOOH WHAT IS GOING ON IN HEREEEEE MAYBE I WILL STICK AROUND. But for the time being, really, I just don’t have the time. For reasons good and bad.
But I’m doing well and I hope you all are too and I love you dearly and stay safe and healthy and happy and well.
(Also I just Don’t Do social media in general??? But if you’re on insta I at least check that regularly so if we are mutuals feel free to reach out and I’ll share my name.)
SENDING ALL KINDS OF LOVE!!!!!!
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get to know the mun ~!
repost, don’t reblog.
——— basics! ♡
(PEN)NAME: hannah / red / raven
PRONOUNS: she / her
ZODIAC SIGNS: virgo sun, scorpio moon
TAKEN OR SINGLE: hella single
——— three facts! ♡
i horde art-of books like a dragon. current count around my art desk is 42 but i have maybe 4 or 5 over in my bookshelves that won’t fit in my desk drawers. if i hear an artist i love/follow is kickstarting a book, i’m on it. and i’m currently trying to slowly collect the Spectrum: Fantastic Art series as well as the annual Illustration series published by Shoeisha. in addition to art-of books, i also love collecting enamel pins and old fashion keys. i really love keys.
my favorite pokemon types are ghost types, and i tend to prefer sticking to the first 2 generations (though i have a handful of later generation pokemon i like, the designs just don’t tickle my quite as much). my FAVORITE would probably be haunter, if i had to choose. also i’ve had pokemon: moon for... cripes, 3 or 4 years? and i’ve barely gotten past getting my rowlet because i kept starting the game over because i really wanted a female, goddamnit. she’s mine, now. ...i just gotta actually give myself permission to play the actual game l m a o.
my webcomic is totally gonna give it away but i have a fascination with forests, trees, and especially old/ancient trees. i can’t quite put it into words, but the concept of a living thing being so MASSIVE and looming, winding, tall and beautiful whilst being thousands of years old... like... what stories can you tell? what have you seen? what have you lived through, felt, sheltered--just... a really love trees and what they can symbolize and/or bring to a story. and the idea of an old forest... auhaufhdskgd.
——— experience ! ♡
been RPing since ye ol’ neopets days (i wanna say i was 11-13?). went from there to RPing in various chat spaces on deviantart, then mostly did one-on-ones with my bestie, JM, over skype and nowadays discord. think i joined the tumblr RPC early my freshman year of college? with this blog, actually (the original blog is now archived but same handle, same muse). aaaand a decade later i am stillll hereeeee.
——— muse preference ! ♡
can’t say i have one, really? i’ve written a super wide range of personalities over the years and tons of canon AND OCs alike. most of my tumblr muses have been canon, but this is mostly because OC blogs tend to take more leg work (icons, detailed bios, etc; seriously you guys are badasses) and since i started RPing around here in college going forward i generally just... don’t have the free time anymore to dedicate to the stuff OC blogs need. my free time goes toward my comic and other art because i really would like to make THAT my career, and i can’t justify to myself spending time i could be putting into that into an RP blog. --and i really hope that doesn’t come off as “dissing” OC blogs because seriously you guys are fucking incredible and in a lot of ways i do envy you because i wish i had the time and headspace to write my OCs around here--i love dol, but christ, sometimes it comes to the end of the day and you realize he’s not your own actual character and it all just feels super hollow lmfao. i continue to be in awe of the OCs i encounter around here. one of these days i’m gonna write a strongly worded letter of love.
——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡
FLUFF: fluff is my shit. let me write disgustingly wholesome sweetness all day. i’ll give all you bitches cavities. you’ll hate me for it. my blog doesn’t come with dental, i’m so sorry, i’ll make it up to you somehow. GOD, i’m fluff deprived right now.
ANGST: i’m chill with angst so long as i get breaks. >xD it’s great for development and character exploration and all that jazz but as soon as we get grimdark for grimdark’s sake, i start checking out. i just. i can’t. i’m too tired, the world’s on fire, how ‘bout yours, that’s the way i like it and i never get bored.
SMUT: my willingness to write smut is 100% dependent on my relationship with the other mun, tbh. i was a bit looser with this when i started RPing and i kind of regret that in the sense that i think i let myself get pressured into it because tumblr RPing was newww and my partner and i were excited about our shiiiip and suddenly things were happeniiiiing, and now i’m like. ...idk, i just need to feel completely safe and in transparent communication with the mun before we can do that. it doesn’t help that i’m sex-repulsed and, while there’re some aspects of smut that i don’t bat an eye at there are others that’ll squick me out real fast. i got nothin’ against how often or unoften anyone else partakes, but ya gurl just needs that solid ground on a mun-to-mun level, y’feel.
PLOT / MEMES: i’m totally grand with either, my guy--i love plotted stuff with a basic “outline” of events that we just let our characters find their way through like they were on a roadtrip OR just ... throwing them to the wind and seeing what happens organically. sometimes meme-starters can take real interesting character turns, sometimes plots just up and die... LONG AS WE’RE HAVIN’ FUN.
tagged by: stolen from @aemiliiu because eeehhhhHHHHH??? it mundai.
tagging: i stole it, you steal it
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girl, tell me how can i get followers hereeeee. I want to be like you, you are doing amazing with this blog .
I would post minimum 15 posts a day and add many tags. Eventually I created a following and it worked.
I think a lot of people followed me from my old blog and @themakeupbrush @gucci-mess helped promote me when I created this new blog.
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Tagged Thingy
Tagged by - @hlmmmm Sup, dude. Thanks for the tag. 👍
Nicknames - Well my name is Elizabeth and I was named after a Betty (ironically) but I go by Liz and occasionally by just my last name
Height - Went to one doc and they said 5’3” but I went to another one today and they said 5’4” so I don’t actually know lmao
Hogwarts house - Gryffindor (though all my friends say Hufflepuff because I’m a sensible softie) and my patronus is a Basset Hound ☺️
Last thing I googled - Designated Survivor cast because I started that show yesterday and I’m already on the second season
Fav Musicians - AJR, Khalid, Mamma Mia! Cast, others that I can’t remember right now
Song stuck in your head - idk. The entire Mamma Mia! album (the sequel was the cast reunion I needed and the emotional distress I didn’t need)
Following - what does this even mean? Uh, a good amount of people I guess? Less than the amount that follow me. Whatchu want me to say?
Followers - 227 and I only truly keep track of it for my bio on my page 😂
Do you get asks - Not really. Like seriously, it’s been dry for WEEKS. They’re always open and I’d always love a friendly ask but I never get any. (And if you wanna fill up my inbox with further questions about other stuff in this post, go right ahead. I have no secrets from this blog).
Amount of sleep - Varies, man. I have to take melatonin to get to sleep easily, so it honestly depends. One night I’ll get twelve and the next night I’ll get seven. Idk man. Generally it’s 8-10. So technically enough.
What are you wearing - well, as a proud future (as in next semester) student of Virginia Tech, I’m wearing their merchandise for pajamas and socks. The shirt is grey and Jockey I think lol. Men’s shirts are just nicer sometimes
Dream trip - I’ve been to Orlando, but I’ve never been to Universal Studios (I want to live out my goddamn dream of being a wizard for a day, don’t fucking judge me... and I want robes too). I wouldn’t mind a river cruise in Europe. I think that’d be cool. Or a Mediterranean one either.
Instruments - So glad you asked. I was a band nerd first and foremost. I play the alto saxophone, a little piano, and I can conduct (2x award winning drum major right hereeeee). And I also sing but not in front of people. Me and my dogs’ ears only.
Favorite song - Start a Riot - BANNERS (Bughead feels)
Languages - English and enough French to get a 3 on the AP Exam
Random facts - Nobody believes me when I say that my middle name is Virginia (which it is) because I’m going to Virginia Tech in August. Same goes for when I say that I’m named after a Betty (because people know I’m a Riverdale nerd) - Betty is my grandmother, y’all - and Betty is derived from Elizabeth, so I’m Elizabeth. I’m on ROTC scholarship for the next four years. What else you wanna know? I can impersonate Stitch and Yoshi. I have endless useless talents. I’m good at solitaire. I can keep doing this all night.
Aesthetic - scuffed converse, graphic tees, messy and curly hair, bright eyes, randomly staying up until one or two in the morning, wearing pajamas until noon, Netflix over human interaction, ice cold sodas, infectious smiles, jokes only for people with the same attention to detail as myself, needing to perform every number from Mamma Mia at midnight before I hit the sack, secret journal, colorful pens, hogwarts house sweatshirts, always trying to lighten the situation, etc.
Tagging - Uhhhhhh... @leandraderaven @lizzy92rc @theheavycrown @lilibug--xx Have fun, friends.
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@anradh
can i be the omega porn bot
[ bUT WHY OWNER-SAN ??? WHY ??? you remain the only one who had ever written something nsfw w/ me so yep ]
@noctispostmortem
it seems to be happening to everyone
@nottingale
same
@pariahic
same here my friend.
[ ohhhh i see ... so i’m not the only one ... good to know it’s not just me but not good to be happening ;; pls get away from rp community p.orn bots ... pLS LEAVE US ALONE ]
@silvxcs
//same here and it's on things that's nothing of nsfw; which in less than a month i blocked a good number of 20 or so?? just?? wtf. -saves pupper also from the nasty- #savepupper2k18
[ omg 20 ?? jkljl that’s a lot. i’ve noticed they were liking my posts in the past few days & like why are you hereeeee ?? hUGS YOU & NUZZLES. YES PLS SAVE THE PUPPER FROM ALL THE NASTY. THIS PUPPER SHALL REMAIN PURE ]
@grailsxmmoned
DAUGHTER WHY ARE YOU IN THE CONE OF SHAME
[ pUPPER IS SO DONE WITH THINGS SO SHE PUT HERSELF IN THERE IN HOPE TO REPEL ALL THE P.ORN BLOGS. pLS HELP THE PUPPER CHASE THEM AWAY ]
#;ooc#;tbd#[ oKAY SO APPARENTLY I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE#STILL --- PLS GO AWAY P.ORN BOTS#THERE'S NO TAINT OR SIN FOR YOU TO SEE HERE ]
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