#i may or may not be writing a short fic about this
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“oh, you’ve got to be shitting me.” you scoffed, loud and scornful, cutting glenn off mid-explanation and garnering the attention of quite a few unfamiliar gazes — and one that was painfully, infuriatingly, and hauntingly familiar.
glenn timidly followed your heated glare, clearly put off by the rigid aggression that seized your body, and swallowed with an audible gulp when his eyes landed on the object of your sudden ire.
“u-uh, do you – do you, uh, know daryl?” he asked, wringing his hands together and darting his eyes around nervously. glenn really didn’t like tension, did he?
too bad for him — there was about to be a lot more of it.
“I sure do.” you chirped, sickly sweet but seething. without breaking the venomous eye contact between yourself and him, you added, “technically, he’s my husband.”
a/n: hey, here’s a really really short blurb that may or may not eventually turn into an actual story – who knows? this really just popped into my head super unprompted, like, I don’t even know where it came from but already my head is fucking running with it and I simply can’t stop thinking about it. like, I’m even thinking of a title for it. it’s kind of frustrating that my head would throw new ideas at me when I’m already in the process of writing a multi-chapter fic, but technically speaking, there’s no law against writing two at the same time, right? right?? Urghhh, I just can’t make up my mind right now. maybe this little blurb was enjoyable to some of you <33
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AU where destiel gets confirmed like, 3 seasons before the finale because Cas unknowingly hooks up with a siren, revealing his love for Dean. But then the siren uses that to make him attack Sam and Dean.
Sam’s trying to pull him out of the situation, “Dean! DEAN!!! We need to get out of here!!!! DEAN!!!!!!” But Dean is just standing there, unmoving. Every moment spent, every word exchanged, everything. Everything came raining down, crushing him underneath. Cas is pointing his blade against him and he cannot move a single muscle.
#i may or may not be writing a short fic about this#or maybe a comic#my writing may suck ass but i know I’m at least good at drawing#I’m faster at writing tho 😔#i can’t win#destiel#deancas#casdean#dean x castiel#team free will#castiel#dean winchester#sam winchester#supernatural#spn#oh and also if you’re thinking of making a fic/art abt this pls feel free to do so I wanna see your takes on this#reiotalks
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Unrequited/One-sided Radioapple but it isn't treated like an angsty end of the world thing.
Imagine they slowly get closer after all the banters, and eventually becoming close friends. Lucifer ends up catching feelings for him, and after a long while, decides to confess and ask Alastor if he felt the same.
Alastor admittedly does not feel the same.
He's getting uncomfortable, struggling to keep his composure because he's DONE this before. He KNOWS how this ends. He remembers Vox and all his insistent declarations of affection and desperate pleas for Alastor to reciprocate; the possessive entitlement. He remembers how all those sickly sweet words morphed into something venomous when he didn't give the lowlife what he wanted. He remembers the anger, the ridiculous notion that it was Alastor's fault why he was so mad, that Alastor led him on and that he obviously deserved something in payment for it all-
So yes, Alastor knows how this ends.
It doesn't mean he isn't disappointed though, because he actually LIKES Lucifer, far more than he ever did Vox. Perhaps not in the way the king might have wanted, but he did. He treasured their little talks, their drinking sessions, their shared love for their instruments, Lucifers singing, their little duets, the banter, the playful jabs, the sparring.
He'd even slowly grown accustomed to the other's touches, not feeling the same surge of disgust and discomfort whenever the shorter man would grab at his arm in excitement, forgetting his usual thoughtfulness of Alastor's touch aversion for the short moment of whatever distracted him. Alastor even enjoyed it at times, relaxing at the feel of soft feathers beneath his claws, or the sensation of gentle scratches against his ears.
Difficult as it was to admit, Alastor had grown to care for the angel, the same way he had for Rosie orv Mimzy.
But no matter how fond Alastor was of Lucifer, it didn't change the fact that he didn't feel the same way romantically, or even sexually. No way in the 7 rings of Hell was he going to lie to Lucifer about either, not going to even entertain the idea of pretending he reciprocated for Lucifer's sake. He respected his friend too much for that.
So a clear, direct rejection it is. It was a shame, but nothing could be done. He said his piece concisely, and waited, shoulders set, back straight, smile and eyes a careful blank canvas as he prepared for the inevitable.
Lucifer nodded, a normal soft smile still in place, "Thank you for your answer, it means a lot."
Which......what? Alastor expected an outburst, or at the very least sharp words.
What he did NOT expect was....acceptance? And not just that but, a happy one? Contentment?????
"You're....alright with that?", he had to ask, he had to. Lucifer was clearly just very good at masking his upset.
But the damn angel just smiled?? And it didn't even look fake, just as bright and soft as his normal smiles, albeit a little confused?? Lucifer smiled at him, his brows furrowing in a bit of confused disbelief, as though Alastor is being the weird one here.
"Uhh, yeah??? Why wouldn't I be??? Yeah I may have some feelings for you but its not like you're obligated to feel the same. Above anything else, we're friends first and foremost and i'm alright with that..."
Then he seemed to have reached his own little conclusion as his words trailed off, because suddenly Lucifer's eyes widened in realization of something, and his words picking up with a sense of panicked urgency.
Alastor would really like to know what Lucifer's supposed realization was about himself because he had absolutely no clue.
"I mean, we ARE still friends right?? I don't- I- I hope this doesn't like- change your opinion of me. You're not- oh gosh I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I- I won't mention it! You can even forget this whole confession ever happened! We can just go on as before! I don't feel any different or would act any different! Honest! I mean, I don't regret confessing because you deserve to know and I'm not ashamed of my feelings, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable! It doesn't change the way i'll treat you! Or change any aspect of our relationship! I don't even think I like you more as a lover than as a friend! I really, really do love our friendship, it matters more to me than any thoughts of being in a romantic relationship with you! So please just forget it all-"
Alastor let the word vomit wash over him, every word leaving him more confused by the minute.
Because yes, there's the desperation he expected, but...it was more about, convincing Alastor to remain friends?? Reassuring Alastor that nothing has to change?? That their friendship is the most important thing here??
(If anyone asks, no Alastor's heart didn't swell. Only lesser beings would have had the urge to cry, and Alastor is anything but.)
Lucifer is unknowingly reassuring Alastor of every single one of his insecurities about the situation. Because Alastor DID want to remain friends, he cared too much about the man to let it go so easily. It was rare to find people who treasure friendships above romantic relationships.
"I don't tend to forget easily, nor will I forget this one in particular.", he spoke, finally finding his voice. At Lucifer's defeated, pained expression( is their friendship really that important to him?), he continued. "But....yes. I'd like that.. To remain...friends."
He didn't often say the word out loud, being comfortable enough with each other that it need not be reassured with the label. But with Lucifer brightening up like his namesake, relief and happiness palpable, Alastor felt no qualms at declaring their friendship out loud.
So life went on as usual. True to his word, Lucifer remained basically the same. The following weeks were a bit stilted for Alastor, as he put some rather painful distance between him and the angel; limiting their interactions, their usual touches.
Anytime now, Lucifer would break and show his true colors, Alastor would think, waiting for the boot to drop. Lucifer would end up angry, and dissatisfied, and that was that.
But it never happened. Lucifer never expressed discomfort when Alastor avoided him, seeming to be understanding of the others need for space. He was just as affectionate as before, though initially a bit held back, as though gauging Alastor's comfort.
Months would pass, and the king never faltered. Their friendship remained strong, if not growing ever closer than before. Alastor found himself even growing more comfortable with the man. Affectionate touches were becoming common, hugs and head pats and cuddles being a welcome thing, with the reassurance that the shorter king would never disrespect his boundaries.
Lucifer seemed genuinely happy about it, despite being clearly told that none of Alastor's actions hinted at anything romantic. In fact, he seemed ecstatic that Alastor was getting more affectionate towards him as a friend. The embarrassment the radio demon felt at having Lucifer basically tear up (no really, he was crying so hard, full on drama sobbing) with joy in front of him was intertwined with the sheer incredulous fondness he felt for the man at that moment.
They were sitting at a couch one night, more than a year passing since that confession. Lucifer was leaning back, resting against the cushions, while Alastor had his head on the smaller one's shoulder, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, legs tucked close to his body. Both had a book in hand, two nearly empty cups of tea on the table in front of them. Every so often, Lucifer would flex his fingers that rested on Alastor's head, running a digit against the other's ear, often prompting the demon to lean into the touch. White wings enveloped the two, blanketing them against the chill of the night.
As Alastor turned the page of his own book, relaxing into the touch of his dearest friend, he wondered how he ever got so lucky in hell.
#this may have gotten away from me lmao#this was supposed to be a rlly short prompt of 'Unrequited love but overbrimming friendship' but instead i typed out this word vomit-#i don't know if im labeling things right here??? this may not look platonic tk others but ig im sort of projecting here#bc i want friendships like this soo badd. i mean this is still platonic right??? this is normal friendship behavior like come onnn#I've been teased about being ace bc of this mindset but i always just go RIGHT this is how friendship works y'all blind😭😭😭#bloopnik writing#bloopnik rambles#radioapple#appleradio#platonic radioapple#platonic relationships#aroace alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin alastor#alastor#duckiedeer#unrequited feelings#BUT NOT UNREQUITED LOVE HELL YEA#one sided radiostatic#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel#THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND ITS BEAUTIFUL#queerplatonic#i think#fic#fanfic#radiosilence
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I am in a place currently where despite having many ideas of shadowgast stories I want to tell, the thought of actually sitting down and writing them is a herculean wall I cannot get over
they will return in time. I am still very happy to discuss ideas and headcanons and everything else, but new work may be a while off yet
#I have tried to force it#but it's just not happening#I'm really enjoying reading and discovering games and crafting that I don't have time or the headspace to sit and write much#I have some short oc bg3 fics in my drafts but they are mainly for me (and the three friends who care about them)#I may or may not post them we shall see#thank you for all the recent comments on fics I truly do treasure them#an update I guess
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“You’re such a fucking hero,” the villain scoffs in annoyance. Their glare would be intimidating if not for the dazed look in their eyes and the way they wobble on their feet, as if unable to keep their balance. The hero takes a deep breath, summoning an immense amount of patience. Even when mortally injured, the villain is a nightmare to deal with.
“You can just say thank you,” the hero rolls their eyes, draping the villain’s arm over their own shoulder and pull their enemy to their feet. The villain blinks dazedly, stumbling for a moment.
“Thank you.” The hero resists the very strong urge to get their phone out and record them saying it again. Unfortunately, they’re rather preoccupied with keeping the villain standing and thus, the moment will have to live in their memory.
“That’s better,” the hero nods at them as they begin to lead the villain towards the agency and, subsequently, the hospital wing. It’s a bit of a walk and, by the time they’re on the second floor of the agency, their enemy is practically deadweight.
“Again?” The healer frowns as they dump the villain on a hospital bed. The hero doesn’t know what to say to that, so they instead settle for shaking their head in disbelief.
“I... don’t question it anymore,” the hero sighs, pinching the bridge of their nose. They wave goodbye to the healer before walking over to their office. They’re not looking forward to the briefing with their boss, and the subsequent justification of how the villain is in the agency’s hospital wing again.
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endnotes below!
This is so short... Sigh. I wanted to give y’all something, though, cause I haven’t posted in a bit... So, here! *chucks snippet at you*
I have been loving disgruntled heroes recently. I love when they’re just... so absolutely done with their job. They’re easily relatable that way, I think.
anyways. thanks for reading!
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I don't wanna be perfect (I just want to be good enough for you)
Heist!Mark x reader (can be read as platonic or romantic) | Words: 694
You are curled into your heist partner's side in the living room area of your shared base, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when he asks you something out of the blue.
‘Do you think– are we… good people?’
You turn to face him, shutting off your phone screen, and raise an eyebrow.
‘Who are you and what've you done with Mark?’
‘Come on, I'm serious.’ You give him a baffled look and he sighs. ‘I never really thought about it all that much, I guess. I think I always just sorta accepted it? I sorta fell into this profession because it was fun and it paid the bills — I mean, don't get me wrong, I love what we do. I love the thrill, and I love the satisfaction of getting away with our loot scott-free. But I dunno… Recently I've been thinking. Is it bad that I enjoy this job? Am I a good person?’
It's a fair question, you suppose. You understand where he's coming from, but you're sure you both knew what you were getting into when you started this lifestyle, and once you've been doing it for so long it's hard to even begin to think of doing anything else, let alone the difficulty that would come with becoming an honest, working citizen without getting caught and sentenced for your many transgressions.
‘I mean, we're thieves, Mark — regular, organised criminals. We're not exactly heroes’ — you jab him lightly with your elbow — ‘as much as you like to act like one.’
He chuckles at that. There is a light-hearted smile on your face that is soon replaced with a more thoughtful expression. You cast your gaze away from him as you continue.
‘I think good and bad are kinda relative and subjective. The average person probably wouldn’t consider us good people, and yeah, I can't say we're necessarily good, but I don't think we're terrible either. I mean, I wouldn't want to actually hurt anyone. Would you?’
‘No,’ he says quickly. ‘No… Unless someone gave me a reason to.’
‘Well, that's fair. I think that's the same for most people.’
You pause, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. You don't recall at what point your fingers involuntarily found the edge of his clothes, but the familiar texture grounds you. ‘Yeah, we might not be good people per se, but I don't think that makes us bad people exactly, either.’ You meet his eyes again, with all the earnestness you can. ‘I don't think you are, at least,’ you add softly.
‘I don't think you are either,’ he says, and his tone is gentle but unwavering. You feel warm.
You offer a good-natured smile, attempting to turn the conversation in a lighter direction.
‘You know, in our defence, we mostly rob museums and super rich people. I don't think we need much justification to steal from the hella rich, and most stuff in museums is stolen anyway,’ you say matter-of-factly.
He laughs, loud and genuine, and the sound only warms you further.
‘Y'know, you're not wrong…’
‘But seriously,’ you ask, ‘what got you thinking about all this?’
‘I…’ he starts, voice low again, hesitant. ‘I don't know.’
But he does know, he thinks to himself, as he looks into your eyes. He often finds himself wondering what kind of person he is in those eyes.
It's you, he thinks. It's all you.
You break the entirely-too-long and yet far-too-short period of eye contact in favour of returning to your former position, nestled into his side. You lean into him and he places an arm around you, his thumb gently brushing wherever it can reach. You don't think all that much of it, but he's warm and comfortable and safe, and the way you fit together feels like home.
He thinks you're probably right; the idea of a good or bad person isn't something set in stone. And his and your standards measured against anyone else's would certainly differ.
But he finds that he doesn't really care what anyone else thinks of him.
As long as his best friend, his partner, still likes him enough to keep sticking around, that's enough for him.
#title based on lyrics from 'i wanna hold ur hand' by kelseydog#disclaimer I'm not endorsing stealing lmao#(y/n may have a valid point or two tho)#I thought it would be fun to get in their heads a bit and examine how they might view their own integrity#it's very slight but there's a bit of a self depracating tone underlying their lack of care#for the law and others' opinions of what's morally okay#ultimately they probably know this isn’t ideal#I think I'm starting a pattern in my fics and it's crime partners' couch conversations#I was trying to finish another requested fic but it's already much later than my posting time#and I'm not done yet.#so for tonight have this shorter thing I wrote‚ to tide you over til tomorrow#I hope you heist stans out there will enjoy this food (the next one is about the crime buds too)#this ship is so <3 I love them#rotating them in my brain rn like rotisserie chicken#sorry captaineer content is taking a short backseat for now#heist mark is making me silly#amee writes#ahwm#a heist with markiplier#heist mark#heist!mark#heist!mark x y/n#heist mark x y/n#heist mark x reader#heist!mark x reader#markiplier connected universe#markiplier cinematic universe#markiplier egos#markiplier cu#partners in crime
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nvm im making the drabble idea a bit longer because I don't know how else to fight doubts of my f/o deserving better than making them comfort me about it lmao
#when i mentioned ive been spending breaks on this i really meant it BXKBS#soo it's likeeeee i had a general idea to make one one-shot fic but now i have a few different ideas so#i may do a short chapters thing? hmmmm i'll figure it out as i continue writing#or just put it all together with some dividers lmao#but i wanted to publish each of them on a different day HMMMM#i am having. selfship plans.#all i write is about you#safeship#selfshipping community
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Fic takes place when Vidar, Vala, and Vali go looking for the others since they didn’t come back.
Clouded Judgement
Through the pouring rain Vidar could see a figure just outside the castle’s gates. As he got closer he realized that figure was a boy, standing there, staring, shaking.
Wait. Is that-
“Baldr?”
At the sound of his name, Hoder’s little brother shifted his gaze over to him.
There was a shadow in that expression. A faint yellow glint in those wide, heartbroken eyes. The stench of darkness hung in the air. Signs every prospect Keyblade Master was trained to see.
All signs of a fall.
Logic told him to summon his keyblade, end him before it was too late, but any caullouses his heart might’ve had softened as the boy shattered in front of him. Shell shock morphing into ugly, body rattling, sobs.
He was so fragile. Darkness couldn’t possibly be that fragile.
Vidar turned his head to face his companions, both of whom were looking to him for direction.
This was his decision then. He took in a breath.
“The others aren’t here,” the words stung, but he’d deal with that later, “Let’s get him back home”.
(AO3 Link)
#Posting this of AO3 as well but it was short enough I figure I may as well just put it in a post here#was thinking about how Vidar appearently knew Baldr had fallen to darkness but didn’t do anything#then this little scene popped into my head and I couldn’t not#write it*#didn’t do any fact checking so I dunno how canon compliant it is#kh fic#kh vidar#baldr kh#khdr#sometimes i think about my khux fics
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*staring deeply at my dr. geyer & liam fic* ........what if i just said fuck canon?
#canon compliant who????#this was just supposed to be a character study#a simple and nice outsider pov that touched on liam's relationship with his parents#and his emotional turmoil with keeping secrets from his loved ones#we saw it when he was struggling with keeping a distance with Mason#so my smart (dumb) ass thought: let's do the parents! bc why the fuck not!#it's be nice#like a 5 times david geyer noticed something and the 1 time he couldn't deny the truth kind of shit#NOPE#that's not where this fic is going anymore lmao#cutesy one-shot who???? short little fic series when?????#you may not see me but my laughter is the only thing keeping me from descending into insanity#anyway#fic mayhaps will diverge from canon after i'm done with the s5 portion of it (bc SOMEhow i can't stop writing about s5?????)#teen wolf#liam dunbar#dr geyer#fic#writing#woes of a foolish fic writer#when is a fic writer on their last thread of sanity? when they toe the line of staying faithful to canon or just diving into the deep end
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"Leave Wordgirl alone or I will make you regret your pathetic existence." Professor Terror growled.
In reality, he had no plans of letting them go scott-free. They had transgressed too far. He couldn't let anyone else get harmed due to their recklessness. Now they dare drag his daughter into this mess. Oh, there was sure heck to pay.
#this one uber short buttttttt#i think it conveys what i want it to :33#wordgirl au#wordgirl#professor terror#left the menaced unnamed BUT-#(low key since im thinking about a certain au XDD i may extend this on with it added on later)#fic prompt#my writing#ninjastormhawkkat
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All your posting about How To Train Your Dragon made me go and rewatch the first movie yesterday, which I haven’t seen in years. Man, I forgot what a good movie that is, character designs, visuals, story itself. I’ll be watching the second movie tmr probably. Thanks for the inspiration lmao<3
(Love the new blog look!)
Heeheehee! I love getting all my mutuals back into HttyD. Yes! Come and join me back at Berk! Let the glory and adventure of dragons fill you once again! Did you know there's a TV show too? It's called Dreamworks Dragons. There are eight seasons of 13 episodes. And there's like 7 shorts, 6 comics, and 12 chapter books. It's glorious. Dragons for days. Dragons galore. So many dragons.
#I know where you can watch all of the tv shows and some of the shorts for free ;)#if you want#ehehehe#personally#I like the shorts and the tv shows better than the movies#mainly because the 2nd and 3rd movies are so sad and I don't like sad very much#(she says writing an LU tragedy fic about ghosts and possession and making peace with regrets in order to move on to the afterlife)#an unexpected ask#cheeto my beloved#I'm not 100% satisfied with my new blog look yet so I may change it some more
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is this the longest fic I’ll ever have written? (maybe)
#baka bants#THE LENGTH IN QUESTION IS JUST ABOUT 3K RN AKSKAOJSAO#WHICH IS NOT. LONG AT ALL#IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS#RAE IS AT 10.8K#BUT I FEEL LIKE I USUALLY WRITE??? SHORTER#FICS#SHORT standaLONE#THIS IS GONNA BE STANDALONE (minus raes bit) BUT ITS#IVE BARELY WRITTEN THE BEGINNING SOS#SOSOSOSO#Im. ok.#the tws on this is gonna be kinda interesting tbh HAHA i may have to have a cws along with the tws#i am hppeful of finishing my first fic after like 2 yrs aaAAAAAAAA#i am screaming into thr void !!!
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why is practice dating not a tag on ao3. im not looking for fake dating or practice kissing. im looking for practice dating. im going to scream.
#in relation to a convo i had w rae regarding buddie practice dating bc eddie canonically sucks at dating n buck is good at it#and i want to READ that but there is no tag for it so i must 1) go digging for it and also maybe 2) write smthn#if any of u have any buddie practice dating fic recs pls send them my way or rae's <3#n i may or may not write a short ficlet about a singular practice date#s.txt
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lately I have been obsessed with an au of Antonio and Arthur in Victorian London, the dim light of street lighting, stone pavements... they make for many kinds of stories
#I've been thinking about writing a fic myself#i really enjoy writing#I'm not that sure of my skills tho#i write short stories for myself and thats something I enjoy doing#but things change when others may read it#nurmi thoughts
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Even knowing one of my favorite artists would be reading the last update did not stop me from acting like a dumbass in the end notes
I think I'm just like this lol
#speculation nation#ok but genuinely any time i remember ruporas reads itnl my brain short circuits a little bit#and then i remember the nice things theyve told me about my fic and my writing and my brain short circuits even MORE#sometimes u spend 8 months admiring someone's work very much and then u May Just end up getting their attention back#😭😭😭😭😭😭🫣🥺🥺🥺
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whata up with the time travel fic?
that's a very good question! *walks off stage*
#fg's answers#asks#listen. listen. things have happened in the nebulous outline i have in my brain void for this fic#in short it needs to be rewritten. not that much was written. idk maybe ill leave it#but ultimately. Ultimately. i am not primarily a writer. idk if y'all noticed.#i dont wanna put out a few chapters and then leave people hanging when i have a long fic planned#however. i also dont write very often. perhaps you see my dilemma#if i ever post the fic. YAY! but also if i don't. apologies for having hyped it up so much alsjaksjsk#also if this comes off as annoyed or smth thats my bad. im not upset im just Very Sleepy and am about to go to sleep lol so i might be Off#might change my blog header about it idk what id make it tho#edit: realizing this person may not actually know What The Fic Is. hm.#in that case: BASICALLY i had a fic idea back in 2020 made a couple comics about it said id write it#and then Never Finished It. or posted any chapters anywhere.#its at like 30k words now and it's barely started. idk if thats good or not.#anyway thats proof of how sleeby i am gn
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