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a playlist for hyena therians!
this one is for the hyenas with big teeth and strong jaws. the rockers, the hunters, and the PUNK!!!! keep it up!!
#therian#spotify#therianthropy#theriotype#therian things#otherkin#otherhearted#therian music#alterhuman#therians#hyenakin#hyena therian#Spotify#theriotype playlist
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"Things are gonna change around here
When I get my head clear
Not gonna smoke less weed
Not gonna drink less beer
I'll just try a little harder not to fall in love with every girl
Whose only interaction with me is
Eye contact or the way they say my name"
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boys who need therapy: a playlist of songs that made me determine that the singer/writer probably would benefit from therapy
primarily midwest emo and pop punk but there’s some other alternative artists mixed in there. updated whenever i come across a song that i feel fits.
your graduation by modern baseball
constant headache by joyce manor
blond hair, black lungs by sorority noise
yer killin’ me by remo drive
really? by prince daddy & the hyena
i forgot to take my meds today by prince daddy & the hyena
if it makes you happy by michael cera palin
i wish i could crtl+alt+del my life by prince daddy & the hyena
nineteen by movements
*equips sunglasses* by hot mulligan
nobody, not even the rain by la dispute
when you are not around by the band ice cream
destroyed by hippie powers by car seat headrest
a portrait of by sorority noise
the last by microwave
plane vs tank vs submarine by tigers jaw
what more can i say by ‘68
you will be held accountable for your actions by shin guard
done right discount flooring by joyce manor
i feel bad by i hate myself because
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7goKy0Chtp9lfg6kZ4x1JI?si=mwV2366KQN6feDrSCLISyA
#spotify#playlist#music#spotify playlist#pop punk#midwest emo#alternative#csh#car seat headrest#therapy#mobo#modern baseball#joyce manor#sorority noise#remo drive#prince daddy and the hyena#michael cera palin#movements#hot mulligan#la dispute#the band ice cream#microwave#tigers jaw#‘68#shin guard#i hate myself because
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Hmmm... So I was thinking on how I might make an early "vibes" playlist for the "Spirits AU" Sometime soon aaand
Should I multitask and try and make similar playlists for "What's Left" (The "Lefty" AU) and "Through the Static" (The "Species Swap" AU) At the same time?
(Oh! Also I added a new lil page tab to this blog to list the main AU's I'm kicking around at the moment, and whatnot, while I'm only actively writing A Wound Left Bleeding right now, It still includes "What's Left", "Through the Static" and the "Spirits" AU on there as well. :3 Lists when AWLB is updating next and such too! Though I don't plan to do any sort of rigid scheduling for fics after AWLB, mostly for my own sanity lol, when I do start work on these other AU fics, I'll try and give an idea on how work is going on them there as I go. :3 )
#insomniac hyena rambles#insomnia hyena fnaf aus#I'm slow af with making playlists#but I could certainly work on multiple at a time
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#playlist#music#i made#this#because i have feelings#its a lil jaunt#through#feeling#PUP#mom jeans#Microwave#prince daddy and the hyena#Spotify#okay actually tho a weirdly motivating playlist#i want to say#im totally fine :)
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“ Give me your liver
And I’ll give you my heart ! “
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September 18 2022
Against the Kitchen Floor- Will Wood
El Scorcho- Weezer
Andrew in Drag- The Magnetic Fields
Mad IQs- IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
I Forgot to Take My Meds Today- Prince Daddy & the Hyena
Boy Division- My Chemical Romance
Boggle- Mega Mango
Amy aka Spent Gladiator 1- The Mountain Goats
Imposter Syndrome- Sidney Gish
#enjoy the babie#I’m feeling a lot better today!!! going back to work masked up tomorrow#hopefully get to see my friend on Thursday spending on how tests and stuff go >:3c#not looking forward to going ti work but cest la vie#journal playlists#playlist#will wood#weezer#the magnetic fields#idk how but they found me#prince daddy and the hyena#mega mango#my chemical romance#the mountain goats#Sidney Gish#spotify playlist#almondmilk posting#almondmilk#jams.mp3
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And for Devin--how about 13. Favorite Song? (Definitely doesn't have to be an actual song from the Wild West, but I'm curious regarding their music taste--if they hypothetically had access to modern music)
interview my characters
13. Favorite Song?
Devin had to think for a long moment, pondering the question. They tipped their head down, brows furrowed. "Hmm... to be completely honest, I... can't say that I've listened to a whole lot of music. Not of my own volition. The vast majority of my exposure to music is through humans––whatever happens to be playing when I'm around.
"The Snakeskin man played awful stuff. It... heh, it kinda sounds like the shit Dutch plays sometimes. Grating." They shake their head in disapproval, but there's an amused twinkle in their eye.
"I guess, though... sometimes the music around the campfire is nice. Not the stuff where everyone is drunk and singing––that's almost as bad as Dutch's music––but when Javier is strumming away on his instrument, playing peaceful tunes... that's nice. I've caught myself stopping to listen to it once or twice."
#hyena ask#hyena ocs#devin clarke#i'm tellin you rn if they had access to modern music#they would be into lo-fi stuff#like those study music streams & chill playlists on youtube#heavily instrumental stuff with little to no singing
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Listening to the playlists I made ages ago for the deities and demons I worked with, I discovered a bunch of songs I don't remember putting in them.
#i don't remember putting hozier in hades' playlist#nor i remember putting 'man areas' in asmodeus' playlist#[shrugs] oh well-#hyena's yapping
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In the meantime everyone listen to this
#more songs should have parts where women start yipping like hyenas. i am often saying this#this one isn't on the playlist i just remembered i like it#and you are all living at the mercy of whatever thought happens to pop into my head at any given moment
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Check out my new artist playlist - Az-Approved Tracks!
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7hv8wgqgPEmQRG7cvEh9et?si=732effb4f23b4c27
#music#rock#playlist#Spotify playlist#musician#theazureskies#spotify#indie#prince daddy and the hyena#puptheband#punk rock
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What my Spotify Wrapped 2022 thinks my favourite song of the year is: Rainy Day by Ice Nine Kills
What I think is my favourite song of the year is: HYENA by KMFDM or PUNCHLINE by Jaguar Jonze
#If i had listened to hyena earlier it would be in the top ten songs in the 100 songs playlist </3#anyways the album/s of the year is scoring the end of the world + BUNNY MODE :3#shallow rambles#thoughts on queue
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my personal playlist of all ur favorite midwest emo essentials (i’m going through it rn)(there is also a little bit of pop punk mixed in) link at bottom as always
THIS IS PART TWO!!!!!
crash test rating by remo drive
i thought you didn’t even like leaving by prince daddy & the hyena
fake blood by heart attack man
father by the front bottoms
falling in love again by joyce manor
really? by prince daddy & the hyena
anatomy of a crush by caving
art school wanna be by sorority noise
*sobs quietly* by mom jeans
rock bottom by modern baseball
fine, great by modern baseball
broken cash machine by modern baseball
our apartment by aaron west and the roaring twenties
harry by macseal
downhill by lincoln
sleep in the heat by pup
summertime by remo drive
straberita by remo drive
i feel bad by i hate myself because
*equip sunglasses* by hot mulligan
acolyte by slaughter beach, dog
out on my feet by the wonder years
please don’t tell my father that i used his 1996 honda accord to destroy the town of willow grove, pennsylvania in 2002 by pet symmetry
danger can’t by mom jeans
lonely eyes by the front bottoms
art school by remo drive
rats in a bucket by heart attack man
ender by dogleg
dirty office bongos by hot mulligan
mediocre at best by sorority noise
see you at your funeral by pup
the choking game by heart attack man
no halo by sorority noise
nika’s got it wrong by prince daddy & the hyena
done right discount flooring by joyce manor
pothole by modern baseball
peach by the front bottoms
feal like crab by hot mulligan
funny you should ask by the front bottoms
out for blood by heart attack man
cold raviolis by graduating life
i wish i could ctrl+alt+del my life by prince daddy & the hyena
playlist linked below
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/26kpssTCAOWCzPCCGY9aCN?si=tSeD6JXIT9-VufD_0QQsiw
#spotify#playlist#midwest emo#mom jeans#pop punk#prince daddy and the hyena#mobo#modern baseball#hot mulligan#the wonder years#remo drive#heart attack man#tfb#the front bottoms#joyce manor#caving#sorority noise#aaron west and the roaring twenties#pup#macseal#slaughter beach dog
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your lips, my lips, apocalypse ☆ heeseung lee
☆ non-idol! heeseung x fem! reader
☆ summary: sex, love, and romance tasted like poison on your tongue, a secret that you held close to yourself for years. unfortunately, when heeseung kisses you, he, too, could taste that poison.
☆ genre: hurt/comfort, angst, veeery suggestive but no smut, implied college! au, unclear relationship status but can be viewed as friends to lovers
☆ warning(s)? implied s*xual abuse, hypersexuality as a coping mechanism, if youre not comfy with these topics don't read!
☆ word count: 2.0k
☆ atp im just writing my entire playlist... based off of apocalypse by cigarettes after sex <3
Heeseung should have known the moment that your first instinct was to lower your head in shame and unbutton your shirt, revealing your lacy undergarments and bare skin, because you thought your then-boyfriend was angry at you.
He should have seen the signs when you had no problem shoving your tongue down every team captain's throat for everyone to see, but danced around the topic of sex, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you clutched onto his sleeve.
He should have noticed the way you changed, how you slowly showed more and more skin, yet said less and less, shrinking into yourself whenever a pair of eyes glazed over you, almost like you were afraid.
But most of all, Heeseung should have known the moment that you attacked him with your lips, hungrily kissing him like a starved hyena.
He hated himself for realizing so late into the night.
There the two of you were, sprawled across your bed. You had your back flat against the soft, white sheets, your bare skin so pretty under the warm light. Heeseung, shirtless in his own right, hovered over you, admiring you.
Both of you were breathless, lips swollen and eyes blown out as you ached for each other, spending the last hour teasing each other.
What started as a calm night with his dear friend became an impromptu makeout session, that then became the two of you half naked in your bedroom.
The first sign should have been how you faltered at Heeseung's mindless mention of his love-life, the way your expression pinched briefly. You let out a few sad words, yet your tone was so happy that Heeseung didn't notice the way your brows furrowed, sinking your teeth into your lips pensively.
The second sign should have been the cloudy glaze over your eyes the moment Heeseung's hand accidentally brushed up against your thigh, and more importantly, the way your eyes were glued to his hand as he pulled it away, a small "sorry"falling from his lips.
The third sign was the way that you paused for a moment, giving him a confused look after you crawled on top of him, your lips attached to his neck. Heeseung's hand ghosted over your hips and waist, asking breathlessly, "Can I touch you here?"
This should have been the nail in the coffin, the way you looked so quizzical just because he asked permission to touch you.
But now as Heeseung pinned you under him, his large, doe eyes gazing down at yours, he felt his heart pound. You looked so beautiful. The sight of you under him was something that he could only dream of, but now that you were right in front of him, Heeseung felt dizzy.
All these years, he'd been waiting for his moment— to be so close and intimate with you, you who he never really escaped from.
Heeseung could feel the warmth of your skin against his, the feeling being so delicious that he wanted to bask in it forever.
As his long fingers slithered down to the hem of your panties, dipping into them, Heeseung watched your face.
Your head was thrown back, gazing up at him like he was a god. Your pretty lips were wet and parted, sucking in sharp breaths and letting out small sighs as Heeseung worked on you.
But what made Heeseung falter was the look in your eye.
He'd always known you to be bright-eyed; it was within your eyes that he could see the universe unfold before him, without a single speck of dust obstructing it.
But this time, your eyes told something different.
Earlier, they were filled with excitement and desire. But now, they were dull; storm clouds shrouded the sky that was your eyes, shedding a murky and foggy cast that was so dark that it bled onto the rest of your face.
Heeseung was no stranger to your past.
It was no secret that you had many sexual partners, almost to the point of being rumored to be a 'whore' or 'slut.'
Heeseung didn't know for sure, but he was perceptive enough to understand the link between the older boy that you dated for years in high school who was known for preying on younger girls, and your transition into being more sexually-charged. He had a feeling that your sudden change into being more sexual had something to do with the predatory nature of your relationship back then.
All this time, you'd told him that you were okay, that you'd moved on and did things because you wanted to do it, that you were no longer haunted by the memory of your sexually abusive ex-boyfriend from when you were seventeen years old.
But Heeseung could read you better than he knew.
From your eyes, he could tell that you were desperate.
Not desperate for sexual gratification or pleasure.
Not desperate to be touched.
Not desperate to be satiated by some sort of sexual hunger.
No, you were desperate to be healed, desperate to be held.
Of course. You were turning to sex to fix your problems. You were finding value in relationships and yourself through sex.
You didn't want to have sex with him.
Slowly, Heeseung removed his hands from you, pulling up your panties and getting up to find your shirt. Without a word, he slipped your shirt back onto you, his hand fixing your disheveled hair.
Sensing that something was wrong, you gently grabbed his face, pressing your lips against his. For a second, Heeseung forgot everything, only relishing in the way that your lips felt. His body was begging him to relieve him of his desire. Atlas wanted you. Oh, he wanted you so bad. He wanted you selfishly.
But Heeseung wasn’t going to have sex with someone that didn’t want it.
“No,” he mumbled against your lips as he tried to pull away. “[Name]-”
You only pulled him closer by the shoulders, squeezing them. Your lips were now crashing against his aggressively and with a passion that felt artificial.
“[N-Name],” he tried to pull away. “No.”
“I just—” you said in-between kisses, “I just really want you.”
Heeseung could have easily pushed you away, given your strength difference. But he refused to hurt you. With a firm jerk, he was able to get himself free of your grip.
"I can't do this with you," was all he said.
You looked like you were about to cry. Heeseung felt a pang in his chest, but all he did was shake his head. Heeseung silently got off of you, finding his pants on the floor and slipping back into them. He went to your bathroom to get a warm wet cloth to clean your wet thighs up, his hands gently grasping your skin as if you'd fall apart if he was too rough.
Just as Heeseung was about to throw the towel into your hamper, you grasped onto his bicep, digging your nails into it. You looked up at him with tearful eyes, your brows knit together as you began to sniffle.
"I-I'm sorry," you whimpered. "Did I do something wrong? A-Are you mad at me?"
Heeseung immediately tossed the wet cloth aside somewhere on your bedroom floor.
"What are you talking about?" He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head to your chest, feeling your tears stain his bare chest. When Heeseung pecked your forehead, you wailed even harder, your arms coming up to pull him closer to you, holding him like he'd save you. "Why would I be mad at you?
"W-Why don't you want to h-have sex with me then?" you shakily choked out. "Am I— Am I not good enough?"
"No," Heeseung's eyebrows crashed together, his eyes narrowing. His words were serious, but his voice was soft, as soft as a feather for your delicate ears. "I could tell that you didn't want it, Baby. I would never get mad at you for that. I hope you know that."
The sound of your sobs must have been the worst thing that Heeseung had ever heard in his life. He didn't like it one bit. Those hot tears were tiny droplets of all the pain and abuse that you've suffered from.
"I'm s-sorry," you whimpered. "I-I'm s-sorry."
What did they do to you? What have they done to you that you apologized so much?
Heeseung clenched his fists. His chest burned with a different type of anger, an anger that was so great that it was overwhelming, eating Heeseung alive and chewing him into dust. He'd kill them, he'd kill the son of the bitch that hurt you so much like this with his bare hands.
"Fuck," Heeseung cursed under his breath. In a single movement, Heeseung hoisted the both of you up, so that you were on top of him, your head rested on his chest. As tears spilled from your eyes, clinging to Heeseung, he petted your head.
Heeseung was warm, warm in a way that you couldn’t describe. You wanted to fall into him, let your eyelids flutter down peacefully, and relish in what was his essence.
You felt apologies prickle the tip of your tongue. After all, other than letting others use your body, saying sorry was the only other thing you knew how to do. You felt weak, helpless, like a wet dog at the mercy of its owner, yet you felt more sorry for Heeseung, who was now stuck with you.
“S-Sorry—“
“Shhh,” Heeseung whispered into your ear. “Don’t apologize, Baby.”
“But—“
Heeseung hushed you.
When your breath didn’t slow, in fact speeding up to the point that you were huffing in quick breaths and pushing out even shallower ones from your chest, Heeseung grabbed your hands.
It felt like the entire world was crashing down into your shoulders, hitting you all at once. Everything hurt, your body was trembling yet you couldn’t feel anything. You should be okay, right? After every one-night stand or sexual partner that inevitably used you like a doll, you were always left alone and cold. You experienced this exactly, and you’ve dealt with it every time alone. You can do it again, right? If you’ve been alone all this time, you can deal with it this time alone, too—
“Hey.”
Heeseung’s voice forced you out of your head.
“Hey,” he repeated, rubbing circles on your back. “Breathe.”
You swallowed down the sob that threatened to spill out. “I’m o-okay.”
“You aren’t,” he said simply. “I know you aren’t.”
You shook your head, pulling away from him. You wanted to shrink back into his warmth, to be sucked back into the paradise that was the comfort that was Heeseung, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You were scared.
Why would he want to be around you? Why would he even want to have a burden of a person like you to hold? You were a mess, a wreck that had too many problems to count. You were unlovable, broken, fragmented and with missing parts because of all the men that have robbed you of your identity, your autonomy, your ability to love, and—
To your surprise, Heeseung simply pulled you back in. His hands gently slinked to your wrists, pulling you back into him. Your mind told you to run away and hide, but instinctively, you melted into him.
“Let me take care of you,” Heeseung said. His voice was calm, light on your ears in a way that made your heart ache. He took your hand again, squeezing it. “I don’t care what you say, I’m not leaving you.”
“Please d-don’t,” you whispered back, so softly that your voice was barely audible. “Don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” was all Heeseung said. “You can count on it. I won’t.”
#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen fluff#enhypen imagines#enhypen fic#enhypen angst#enhypen drabbles#heeseung lee#heeseung#heeseung x reader#heeseung fluff#heeseung imagines#heeseung enhypen#heeseung fic#lee heeseung#heeseung angst#heeseung smut
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// Battle Scars AU Masterpost //
Anything and everything BS AU related will be linked here! There is,, a lot, but I’ll prolly be dumping like two posts a day till I can get everything currently made out :3
About
BS! Tiktok Playlist (Click for more info, shitposts, & angst lol)
* @in-th3-v01d (Interactive RP Blog)
Prologue
Character Sheet/Trauma Info
Donnie & Shelldon
Raph
Leo: 1 2
Mikey & Void
April O’Neil
Human Disguises
The Jones
Liz (Mona Lisa)
Animations
Chapter 4 Animation (Cassandra causing havoc)
TMNT AU Comp: Hockey Game (Turtles get clobbered)
Art Gallery
Chapter 3 Cover— Home.
Chapter 4 Cover— Reunited
Kraangified [Comic]
The Problem [PB+J Comic]
Turtle Tots (plus 2): 1 2 3
Don & Ozzi: 1
Donnie's Prosthetics: 1 2
Splinter & Co.: 1 2
Disaster Twins: 1 2 3 4
Angst (Donnie): 1 2
Dynamic Poses
Raph, Mona, & Casey
Hyena Fam: 1
K! Don
TMNT AU Comp Series: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15
The Hug Archives/Ask Shenanigans: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 || Hug Wars
(please catch this mf/lhj)
Doodles: Timothy, Void Sketches, Jennika, Twins Spar, Void..?, Leon's Leo Doodles, RIP, Mikey hates L, Doodle Dump, Nightwatcher, Leo, Green
#battlescarsau#digital art#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt art#rottmnt au#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#tmnt fandom#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph
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ok I’m sorry about having you write those heartbreaking Grayson hcs, I’m gonna be honest they made me sob so hard 😭 so let’s get some happy Grayson ones (I loved that last one by the way, he’s so cute)
happy grayson head canons
of course, i have made another grayson post (some are happy, some are sad), but i'll make another one bc he's everything (it might be shorter though).also i have no idea what 'happy' head canons are so here are some that aren't sad (some funny, some happy, some embarrassing, etc). hope you like them <3. @lanterns-and-daydreams helped with some of these
he doesn't smile often, but when he does you see his little dimples (idk if this is canon but, if it isn't, i like the idea of him having dimples)
he talks to their dog, tiramisu, in a really high pitched voice
he works out religiously. he has like a schedule and everything, and he sings when he works out.
he watches my little pony as a guilty pleasure. xander knows and is using it as blackmail material.
he desperately wants a cat but doesn't want their dog to kill it.
he has an obsession with is ass. he takes pride in it being big and juicy.
he's jealous of jameson bc he's an inch taller than gray is, and he uses it against him.
he joined a yoga group without knowing it was for girls only, so now, once a week, he gossips and does yoga with these old ladies.
he loves face masks more than anything. xander and jameson have tons of pictures of him with cucumbers on his eyes and a face mask.
he doesn't like colors. if someone were to ask him what his favorite color is, he'd just say black or white or smth
he loves composing his own piano pieces and playing them to his brothers and the others.
he despises sex education with a passion. whenever he used to have those classes in school, he would blush so hard the teachers thought he was having a stroke or some shit
grayson loves poetry (ik this was mentioned in tbh, but i hc he still does it for fun to express his emotions (he didn't stop after the one year challenge))
when he was younger, he really liked snails. he used to collect some and give them a 'home' in jars he found around the mansion.
he's a sucker for matchas. he literally makes himself one every morning before he starts working. (he has a cup with cats on it that he uses every day)
he owns a human dog bed (if you don't know what it is, search it up)
he once tried to watch p*rn to see what the hype is all about, but he got so disgusted and uncomfortable he threw away his laptop.
all of the pens in his pen collection are placed side by side from smallest to biggest in his drawer.
he has the biggest walk in closet you can imagine (bigger than barbie's)
xander once bought him a skirt and dared him to go to work wearing it. pictures of it got out and his fans started calling him baby girl.
he makes playlist for his favorite book couples.
this dude cannot smirk for the life of him. he looks like a constipated sloth when he tries to.
he can do the splits perfectly.
when someone kicks him in the balls, he sounds like a dying hyena. he just wheezes for like 5 minutes straight whilst everyone just looks at him in horror. he then wobbles away.
he's a really good just dance player. he actually laughs when he plays.
grayson knows how to pole dance.
when he was younger, he was jealous that jamie had more prominent abs so he used to contour his to make them look like jamie's
when he was younger, he tried to learn how to purr. he thought it would be cool
he wanted to be like nash so bad when he was younger than he would stick a hay strand in his mouth and try to speak in a southern accent. skye was mortified.
grayson loved flower crowns. xander used to make him some and he would walk around wearing them proudly.
he wears subtle makeup sometimes (when he's in the mood) (blush, concealer, very subtle eyeliner, etc)
when he was younger, he would also try to gallop around like a horse. he would get on his hands and knees and strut around (tobias wanted to kill himself)
#the inheritance games#grayson hawthorne#jameson hawthorne#avery grambs#xander hawthorne#nash hawthorne#libby grambs#lyra kane#the grandest game
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