I'd like to politely request the use of simple tags as much as possible.
There are certain games I don't ever want to see, TV shows and movies that have oversaturated my consciousness to the point where I now actively dislike them.
Just adding a tag for whatever the thing is about would be so nice. Would possibly save my sanity. Would keep me from having to unfollow people I like.
Please. Use tags.
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greetings! as orders come in, i check to make sure they're right. currently, some addresses look like they're missing information, so please check ko-fi if you happen to live in an apartment or multi-house complex!
while i'll still be able to resend orders if something happens, i'd rather get it right the first time 🙇♀️ thank you!
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Girl don’t tell me I’m the first one to notice in loser!cheol pt 2 there is a typo that says “your mother enveloped his cock”
u are cuz i wrote it and i didnt even notice lmao thank u for letting me know thats like the worst typo i couldve had
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Prompt: Prime POV, he steals something
He hadn't been inside this house in years. Decades perhaps. The security system was laughably predictable, everyone inside sound asleep. And why wouldn't they be.
They had nothing to fear.
He crept softly towards the garage, disabling small booby traps while he went. The door opened smoothly.
C-137 was at his work desk, sprawled, soft murmurs almost intelligible in his sleep. Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to stop and admire him like he would have wanted. Prime hadn't brought the pause button with him, too easy.
He knew exactly which drawer to head to, how the dials would turn, the order the lights would glow in. Success was nearly so, so sweet. It was missing that special touch, that. Cherry on top.
His car was still warm, and he jumped inside, excitement bubbling in his guts. Almost, almost...
"Fuuuck! Noooo!" There they were, the dulcet tones of his C-137 rising and falling, despair and anger mixing beautifully. "Prime, y-you nookstain! Get back here, bring it b-back!"
He saw the lights in the house turn on one by one in rear mirrors. As his car screeched and eventually boomed away, he patted the ring tucked safely away in a pocket at his lower thigh. "Catch me if you can, my one and only."
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I LOVE FOLLOWING YOU you always seem to get into stuff that I'm into and it's so fun to see also I love your art so much!! the de stuff has been so good :D
ahhhh thank you so much!! :'^DD very very sweet <33 i seem to be just consuming any form of detective media i can get my hands on lol
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help help help I misread the absolute everloving fuck out of someones request,,, multiple times, there is very much a difference between nazi centricide and nazbol centricide but not to me anymore apparently oh no
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literally same i always get so nervous like nooo pannnn youre gonna get squisheedddd. CAN daemons die that way though? im not sure
i mean id assume so, cos in the books it does have some passages mentioning daemons getting wounded/injured, and if they can get injured they can probably get squashed too T.T in any case no WAY would i have a tiny daemon id constantly be stressed lol. or if i did id have sewn in pockets or pouches for them where i know they cant be crushed
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d oes anyone else agree that popsicle sticks just have thw worst texture ever
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