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If you have children why are you in a fandom that glorifies rape?
Omg you're so right. Kids gather round.
Papa needs to tell you something. He likes Dol. It's a terrible game made for people who want to live vicariously and experince their worst kinks though a wall of saftey- also the lore is wild.
Anyway. I'm sending you two to the orphanage because I called you children on the internet and someone said I'm a bad person.
#this is giving#girl what are you doing at the devils sacramanet#trash thoughts#personal#both of the items in this image were broken by my kids.#rip cool lava lamp and frame
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#no aliens allowed?#more like#no neutral lightbulbs allowed 🙅♀️#lava lamps all day every day#this was originally going to be a pastel pop kit build#but as per usuaal#I've managed to use just a couple items#oh well 🥲#ts4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 interior#beatrice bean
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AGAVE APARTMENT - MAXIS-MATCH CC BUILD
I'm finally sharing an apartment! I chose to build in Oasis Springs and opted for the smallest lot available. There are three units in total, but I've only fully decorated one. I designed it with Johnny Zest in mind. Also, I really wanted to use these two new, coolest sets: Neighborly and Cheap&Chipped by @syboubou. I really loved all the items — especially the empty toilet paper roll; it's my new favorite! LOL.
Additionally, due to some glitches in my game following the For Rent patch, I've labeled this build as "Residential" to avoid any potential issues with saving files. If you encounter any problems, please don't hesitate to let me know! If you want to check out the construction progress, watch the YouTube video linked below.
NOT CC FREE
Lot Type: Residential | Rental
Size: 20x15
World: Oasis Springs
Enable bb.moveobjects before placing in your game!
📺 WATCH THE SPEED BUILD HERE ✨
Origin ID: MagalhaesSims (remember to enable custom content on!)
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CC USED IN THIS BUILD:
NOTE: For convenience, some of the CC is included in the Download Folder. Please put it in your Mods Folder along with the CC linked below.
AwingedLlama: Nostalgia Living || Charly Pancakes: Chalk Kitchen (Clutter) | Munch | Soak | The Lighthouse || TheClutterCat: Busy Bee | Cozy Casita | Dandy Diary | Flower Power (Vinyl) | Hello Horse (Trophy) | Mellow Moods (Essential Oils Tray) || Felixandre: Colonial | Kyoto (Arch) | Soho || Harrie: Klean | Octave Collection | Shop The Look V2 | Spoons (Pizza Tray) | Stockholm || House Of Harlix: Baysic Bathroom | Baysic Set | Livin'Rum | The Kichen (Plant) | Tiny Twavellers (Wall) || KKB-MM: Citrus Room | My Heimish Hall || LittleDica: Delicato Living | Greasy Goods | Lava Lamp | Sleek Slumber || Max20: Classic Kitchen | Garden At Home | Master Bedroom | Poolside Lounge (Plant) || MyshunoSun: Gale Dining | Lottie Bedroom | Simmify | Sona Dining || Peacemaker-ic: Hinterland Kitchen (Honey Pot) | Hudson Bathroom (Towel Holder) | Tasteful Tots (Clutter) || Pierisim: Auntie Vera | Calderone Living | Coldbrew | Combles | David Apartment | Domaine Du Clos | MCM House Set | Oak House Set | Pantry Party | The Office | Tilable Kitchen | Unfold | Woodland Ranch || Simkoos: Clutter Dump || Sixam-CC: Art Studio | Cozy Family Livingroom | Home Improvement || SurelySims: Office Spaces (Clutter)
The CC Sets above are the main ones I used to decorate this specific building and you can find all the links to the creators’ sites on my Resource Page. However, if you can’t find something specific, you can send me a WCIF and I’ll try to help you find it!
My content will always be free and right away available to everyone, but if you want to, you can show your support through my Ko-Fi Page. Your donation will always be much appreciated!
Credits: @awingedllama @charlypancakes @felixandresims @harrie-cc @kkbsmm @littledica @maxsus @myshunosun @peacemaker-ic @pierisim @simkoos @imfromsixam @surely-sims @mmfinds @mmoutfitters @maxismatchccworld @s4realtor @coffee-houses-finds @sssvitlanz
#the sims 4#ts4 maxis match#ts4 build#ts4 cc build#ts4 speed build#ts4 oasis springs#ts4 apartment#ts4 rental#ts4 for rent#build#download
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the readers bedrooms ♡
puppy!reader
her bedroom looks something like this. very girly in the delicate way where you can tell she hasn’t really done much redecoration from when she was a little girl. a little bit less neat than these pictures, and always has crumbs in her bed that john b has to dust off before he gets in— muttering something along the lines of “how do these even get in here, pup?”
has a lot of random stuff that doesn’t go with the aesthetic of her room just from finding them at yard sales / thrift stores and was unable to part with them like ratty teddy bears and lava lamps that she sometimes sits infront of and stares at for ages and loses track of time completely. lots and lots of polaroids of her with her loved ones hung up. pics of her w the pogues, fav family members, john b, a random polaroid of rafe with his thumbs up and no one even knows when she took it or why or why rafe looks so friendly it’s honestly a mystery
kitty!reader
always a little on the messier side. bed is haphazardly made for when jj comes over (as if he cares) and she has a clothing rail that’s always overflowing with outfit choices and shoes. lots of posters and random trinkets. definitely has a knife or something stuck in the wall from a fit of rage and now uses it to hang up underwear or jewellery. a pair of handcuffs on her wall just for decoration.
her bed has to be veryyy soft and comfortable because she is so sleepy and will sleep all day if you let her. this being said, she spends a lot of time on the floor too. whether jj is finding her curled up napping on the carpet when he comes over, or she’s wanting to play fight with him on the rug and eventually end up holding him close and riding him when the bed is right there.
bunny!reader
very very organised for all her fashion / self care related items. she may be ditsy but she has a very specific way she likes all her girly stuff to be organised so she knows exactly where to find it when she’s getting ready. the only times she really gets cross with rafe and starts thumping her foot about is when he comes over and curiously starts looking through her stuff and ruining her whole system.
her bedroom is literally a pink princess palace, honestly took rafe a while to get used to all the pink — and he can never hide where he is in pictures etc because everyone knows your iconic bedroom from your instagram!
deer!reader
getting her own post because there’s a lot of stuff to her bedroom and i want to go through it all <3
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streamer!reader who doesn’t like spending money on themselves x tommy who loves to spoil his gf
The man who refuses to spend money on himself spending it all on his gf… I like it.
Pairing: CC!Tommy x Fem!Reader
Spoiled Streamer
You aren’t sure why he’s like this.
Tommy won’t even spend money on himself! His biggest purchase was a hundred-dollar lightsaber he adores, and even then he still calls it stupid that he bought it. All signs pointed to him being a stingy motherfucker.
So why, exactly, did he buy you practically everything you use to stream?
God, if only you had the answer.
He just walks in, chucks something at you, then walks out. Sometimes it’s small, a thing of your favorite candy or a stuffed animal. Other times it’s the three-hundred-dollar headset that’s been sitting in your cart for months.
It’s not that you don’t love the gifts, or that you don’t appreciate them, it’s that you can only allow him to buy you so many things before you start protesting. Really, you don’t need anything he gives you! You keep it all, obviously, but still.
And it’s impossible to hide from your viewers. Once, you mentioned wanting a lava lamp on stream. After a moment, you had stated you’d never actually buy one, considering how you just never seemed to get around to it.
So how the fuck were you meant to explain the lava lamp that appeared next stream?
Tommy isn’t even trying to hide the fact he’s spoiling you to death from your fans. He threw a stuffed animal of your favorite Minecraft mob at your face on stream! On three separate occasions!
So you might’ve started fighting with fire. He gives you a random mousepad? You give him a set of raccoon stickers. For some insane reason, you thought it would genuinely work.
Instead, you started a war.
On this fine Monday morning stream, you’re anxiously awaiting him to discover your latest comeback to him buying you a whole goddamn shelf. Not one, not two, but three giant Lego sets.
He’d probably be so in awe that he wouldn’t even strike back. It was the perfect plan! So, you weren’t too worried about him interrupting your stream. Until he does.
“How did the sheep escape again?! Where are they getting out?!” You scream, waving your hands fiercely at the screen. It was like magic! You look away and they're all over your house!
“Hey!” Tommy exclaims, popping his head into your streaming room. He’s holding two bags, and you sigh.
“Hi, Toms. What’s up?”
“So, Wil was talking to me ages ago about back support or whatever. I completely forgot about it until today, Y’know?”
“Uh-huh…” you’re not sure where this is going exactly, but you have an idea.
“So I bought you a back pillow for your chair!” He exclaims, holding the item up.
“Tommy!”
“It’s for your health! And I bought myself one too!”
Oh, if he bought himself one, then it was fine. It wasn’t part of his spoiling war. You didn’t know when he started caring about back support or posture or anything, but maybe it’d actually be helpful. Especially because of how bad his posture was.
“Oh, and you know the gaming chairs we were looking at?”
“Weeks ago?”
“Yeah, I bought you that one you liked. It’ll be here in two days; I got the fast shipping.”
“The one I- Tommy!”
“Bye!”
He waltzes out, shutting your door behind him and leaving you gaping. The chair he was referring to was about the same price as the three Lego sets you bought him. And it was a single chair!
This was absolutely ridiculous, and you aren’t afraid to voice that to your stream.
“I can’t fucking believe this.” You groan. “I don’t need a new chair! Fucking insane! He’s fucking insane!”
Secretly, you’re just a little excited. It was a really nice chair, okay?!
“What do you guys think? Why are you all laughing? Stop! Stop laughing at me!”
You stop reading chat, fighting the smile that wants to show at the messages. Because even you have to admit: Tommy spoiling you? It’s sweet.
But you can’t let that show, you have to play up your act. So you flit your eyes back to your screen and what you were doing originally. It wasn’t like you could fight Tommy on the chair, he was quite the stubborn person.
“My sheep!” You cry out, realizing even more escaped. “No!”
“Oh, forgot these!” Tommy exclaims, opening your door just to throw a box of candy at you then shut it.
“Ah!” You exclaim, barely managing to catch it. “TOMMY!”
From outside the door, you hear him laugh.
#tommyinnit imagine#tommy mcyt#tommyinnit#tommyinnit x reader#dsmp tommy#tommyinnit x you#mcyt imagine#mcyt#dsmp#tommy innit#tommyinnit mcyt#tommyinnit dream smp
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More of what I was saying just before - the peak contrast of Kyle’s actual dying blood falling through the air, while Evil Wolverine smiles confidently in his very best All According to Keikaku face.
The cleanliness of him, completely untouched by the absolutely devastating battle we’ve just survived, entirely unaffected by the blood of his closest ally literally right in front of his face.
And the look of it all! This is like the big expensive fancy portrait to hang in the drawing room of a noble estate. It’s gorgeous in a way that Evil Wolverine does not deserve but the Clamp of it all is fantastic.
Like I’m sorry Evil Wolverine, you weren’t even close to winning the villain poll the other week, but at least you get maximum CLAMP art attention!
I mean we know better than to actually listen to what Evil Wolverine says, ever, but kind of hilarious that Kyle dies in front of him and all Evil Wolverine can do is say, “Well, he wasn’t even good at that then, was he?”
Ignoring the fact that if the job is “body double” he quite literally performed that task perfectly. He DID take the hit intended to kill Evil Wolverine. No-one saw through the illusion. Not Lava Lamp, not Kurogane, not Fai. It genuinely worked.
Kyle did exactly what he wanted and Evil Wolverine is out here saying no he didn’t.
The sheer desperation of this man to always be right, to always be in control, when he can’t be, leading him to lie when things actually DO go exactly to plan.
Unless he was expecting Kyle Rondary alone to hold off the Tsubasa Family?
I suppose if he was counting on Syaoran by himself being enough to take them all out - which, FAIR, he absolutely did. But EVEN THEN he made Kyle sit in the disguise chair, looking like him, to clean up anyone left over? JUST IN CASE it didn’t work? Which is a lot left to KYLE RONDART of all people.
In which case Evil Wolverine is admitting that ONCE AGAIN his plans suck and fail and he can never get them to go right.
And all over again it’s because people love each other that his plans die and he never accounts for that.
And all he can do is blame Kyle Rondart instead, who was just supposed to sit there and not know what was coming for him.
Which... again, he did.
BUT WHY AM I DEFENDING KYLE RONDART OF ALL PEOPLE, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER NICK
Meanwhile Lava Lamp sees Evil Wolverine sitting there calmly with Sakura’s empty body and just begins to LOSE IT.
And honestly I probably would too if I wasn't so unreasonably THRILLED about the sudden Kyle Murder we were treated with
The triple use of Evil Wolverine's name? The SCREAMING as the background turns to static behind him?
UNDERSTANDABLE!
This would probably be devastating, to think it was finally over, just for a moment, only to find out that it was just a trick. To have Syaoran sacrifice his life to attack Evil Wolverine only to find out that he’s completely untouched. To see him still holding Sakura’s body like it's just another useful item to him, and wasting Kyle’s life almost needlessly and then insult him as he dies.
It would be, as they say, not a very good day.
And I’m absolutely FASCINATED by that last angle, with Kyle’s body in the foreground and Lava Lamp screaming behind it. As if even KYLE’S death is a wrong that Evil Wolverine has committed. As if even THAT has added to Lava Lamp’s distress in the moment, on top of the LIFETIMES of crimes he has committed against literally everyone in the universe.
Justice for Kyle?
Emotional Justice for Kyle Rondart in MY Tsubasa Reservoir?
It’s MORE LIKELY THAN I THINK
#A GENUINE SURPRISE that he is almost framed sympathetically here#Or at least sympathetic by proxy#Sympathy for yet another person used and discarded by Evil Wolverine#Never even knowing it until the end#WHO KNEW#Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle#Tsubasa#Vol 211#AND ON THIS CLAMP DAY I CAN PRONOUNCE KYLE RONDART DEAD#A GIFT FOR ME PERSONALLY#…Oh no do I find this compelling#Oh no have they made me kind of care about the emotional arc of KYLE RONDART#Oh no I think they have#Clamp give me gifts AND THEN ALSO CURSES#But I will celebrate it all the same :D
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Headcanons for Dream Demon Reader
Alastor & Reader
Platonic
Living life was shit but your after life is something! I feel like this version of the reader is like a teen? Or at least mentally still a teen.
Friends with Alastor because of a "deal." Its pinkie promise logic, idk. You are also friends with his shadows.
Alastor can snap his fingers and you're there. Being able to talk telepathically, unless you or him block your minds. Sharing music just got easier. You can also summon him but you don't do it too often.
Figuring out that summon thing.
You don't meet Mimzy until later later.
She gives off bad vibes so... No. You steer clear of her.
Sleep is important! Even more so now for you. At least half of the day is just sleep. Husk is jealous lol.
You died in your favorite hoodie, so yay? Comfy clothes, woohoo!
And yes. You and Alastor do get a friendship item.
You choose through a vote I guess.
How you get to the hotel? Uh, I'll have to figure that out.
"Who the fuck are you?", Angel Dust asks.
"God.", you say with a blank stare.
Random shit in all honesty.
When you and Alastor are bored, its the most random of random. Like putting a bunch of pins in the couch. Just because.
You and Husk hang out sometimes. Why? He doesn't find you annoying, not as much as Alastor at least.
No energy to keep up with Niffty but the little demon is cool. Sometimes she'll surprise you with a pastry.
Rosie is the best. Gives you snacks and let's you sleep on the couch in her office. It's like going to your favorite grandma's house. Good vibes.
Vaggie used to be suspicious of you but after seeing you mostly just nap she doesn't consider you a threat.
Charlie is confused about your sleeping habits but it clears up once you clarify what demon you are.
Angel doesn't hang around with you much, but both of you are chill. Fat Nuggets sometimes sneaks into your room for sleepy snuggles and Angel has to get the little piggy out.
"Who the fuck is Bill?", you mumble after checking your hellphone and seeing a yellow dorito.
Your humor is broken but eh, whatever. At least it makes you laugh. Sometimes Alastor too when he gets the joke.
You look like a floating ghost when visible out of your body. Disappear and reappear. Oooo~
Your eyes glow when light hits them, like animal eyes do. The first time you found that out you were messing around with a flashlight. "Hehe cool."
Boop boop.
You don't get nightmares, it rarely happens.
The hatred for Vox is mutual. You understand why Alastor thinks less of him. Fat headed piece of shit.
The t.v. in your hotel room is tossed out the window after the kidnapping and brainwashing. Basically a big fuck you to Vox.
Glow in the dark stars on your ceiling in your hotel room.
A bunch of plushies, stuffed animals, pillows are on your bed. Peak comfort. They watch for intruders.
You also have a mini fridge in your room because you store water bottles in there and feel too lazy to get some from the kitchen.
Alien lava lamp with a little cow inside and a ufo on top.
You love dreamcatchers but you can't be near them, you'll get tangled up. Good thing you have special scissors! Snip snip bitches!
You gotta carry them all the time but you forget to. A lot.
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I might update this with more stuff later.
~Seline, the person.
Art: Here
ML for Alastor🎙
#x reader#gn reader#platonic#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor the radio demon#the radio demon alastor#the radio demon#radio demon#dream demon reader#dream demon#alastor & reader
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Always More
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Agent!Reader
just a little hurt/comfort blurb for my favourite sokovian witch :)
You were tired. By the gods, you were so, so tired. Every movement made you feel like you were Atlas, the weight of the world taking a heavy toll on your body.
You had barely managed to get to work, and then everything turned to absolute shit, especially when you had SHIELD trainees acting up and causing a ruckus your tired mind just couldn’t handle.
“Draga? (Darling?)” Wanda called out in the empty apartment as she heard the door open and shut.
When you didn’t respond, she checked her phone. You should still be at work, but if that was you, you were home three hours early. With a soft ball of energy swirling in her hand, she crept around the side and kept it to her hip, much like you did with a gun on missions.
The silhouette of your body, lit by the moonlight, was enough for her to cease her magic and move towards you. But the sounds of your long breaths confused her - you made these sounds when you were just about to sleep.
“Honey?” She asked carefully again, noticing how unfocused your mind was.
“Mmm…” You mumbled, your bag falling down your arm in jolted movements before it came to a stop at the ground.
Wanda reacted quickly as your knees gave out from underneath you, catching you easily in her arms whilst sweeping you into a bridal hold. She didn’t say much as she led you to the bathroom, her magic shimmering down you like a cascading waterfall to remove your clothes and put them in the wash.
She laid you down in the warm water, the pool consuming every ache in your body, and it felt like a warm blanket was being pulled over every skin cell you had. You sighed into it and Wanda’s magic kept your head above water, allowing you to relax in the easiest way possible.
She called a pillow to her knees and knelt beside you, her hand swirling lightly in the water and giving brief touches to your thigh. She brushed over a few scars lovingly, knowing that a few of them had been to protect her from a stray bullet or piece of shrapnel.
All of a sudden, tears began to soak into the water. Wanda’s eyes drifted to your tears and let them fall, knowing this was the release of pressure you needed. You cried for a good five minutes before Wanda pulled you out of the bath, wrapping you up in a warm fluffy towel as she guided you to your room.
Soon enough, your cries began to calm down. She dressed you silently, giving you kisses on your cheeks, nose and lips briefly after each item of clothing. Then, she climbed in and a wave of her hand had the lights in the house turn off, except for the lava lamp on your nightstand.
She pulled you under the sheets before tucking you underneath her chin, her power so great that all she had to do was hold you and you’d melt into her.
However, your mind was against you tonight, as it was whenever you were this tired. It seeped through the cracks of your foundation, pulling away key pillars to force your carefully-placed structure of emotions to crumble like a tower of cards.
“I love you.” Wanda murmured.
“I love you too.” You answered just as softly.
She shook her head and pulled your chin up to look at her. “No, I don’t think you understand. I love you. I love how you make an effort for our date nights. I love how you sometimes have a stutter, making you blush when you can’t get a word out. I love that you aren’t afraid to say what you want to say. I love you, even when your mind tells you I shouldn’t, that I don’t.”
You looked at her with such love in your heart, your lip quivering slightly before you leaned in for a kiss.
“And I love these eyes. These eyes that seem to have an insatiable thirst for wonder.” She continued, stroking your eyelids lovingly as you closed them briefly.
“And I love this nose. And these lips.” She traced the outer shell of your lips, tickling you slightly.
“I love this jaw and this skin. I love this hair and these ears. I love your arms and your legs. I love your boobs.” She chuckled at the end, making you quickly roll your eyes.
But then she held your chin again and the whole world around you faded away. Nothing else existed but her and you couldn’t help but think that you were just where you needed to be.
“I love every part of you. You are the one for me, my love. I can’t think of another who could even begin to compare to you.” She spoke against your lips, kissing them sweetly.
You felt more tears prick up and Wanda quickly wiped them away, smiling as you did.
“Yes?”
“I love you. I love you in every universe.” You declared, capturing her lips in a passionate, all-loving kiss.
You felt that heavy weight lift off of your shoulders and you smiled against her lips, pushing for more until you needed air. As you came away, you wrapped her in a tight cuddle and she held you close; one hand on the back of your head and another wrapped tightly around your waist.
“I love you more. Always more.” She replied.
“Good thing the multiverse is infinite.” You quipped, yawning afterwards.
You closed your eyes as her fingertips brushed your forehead, the red shine crowding your vision until you were swallowed whole by the comforting warmth of her magic.
#small blurbs#wandamaximoffimagine#wanda maximoff fluff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x fem!reader#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff hurt/comfort#smalls words
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BGC (TS4) 🌵🌵🌵
Made into a new mesh, visible in the catalog with prices and names. Everything can be easily found by searching "Strangerville" in BB catalog. Everything is functional, lava lamp works as a normal lamp.
DOWNLOAD HERE (google drive folder),
Download instructions: Get either individual items or merged file.
@ts4-dlc-bgc saving my butt wallet ⭐👌
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Make up your Ed
I truly cannot look at this anymore but I don't want it languishing away in my google docs forever with no feedback. It can stand as a complete fic as is, but I do have plans to make it longer. Once I actually finish it, and edit it properly, I'll upload it to ao3 with an explicit rating. But for now, it's rated T, and only here on tumblr. All characters are 18 years old.
The plastic folding step stool creaks under his feet, a sure sign that it's either getting too old, or Eddy's getting too fat. He quickly decides the problem is the former theory as he grabs the see-through makeup case off the top shelf lining the walls of his closet, hidden behind a box of comic books. Careful with his cargo, he takes a slow step off of his stool, then saunters back into his bedroom and places the case on his nightstand. The plastic is smooth and cool under his hands as he thumbs open the latches, lifting the lid and running his fingers along the chunky, rougher, opaque plastic bordering the edges of the box. He painted the edges black himself when he first bought it using the money he got for his 15th birthday. The lines are painstakingly clean despite how much his hands had been trembling at the time.
There's more plastic inside, clear dividers creating organized compartments for his assortment of cosmetics, the collection a result of years of careful selection. Brushes and blenders, pallets and powders, dispensers, sprays, tubes, and polish create an array of colors, glass and plastic containers glinting amber under the glow of his lava lamp. Sucking on his tongue in consideration, he starts to pluck items from each section, putting together a color palette that suits the task at hand.
"Thank you for doing this."
Eddy turns to face the source of the soft voice, Double D sitting in the center of his circular bed, knees drawn to his chest as he pulls and snaps the elastic in the hem of his knee high sock, repeating the motion in intervals as he gazes down at Eddy's bed sheets. It's the first time he's spoken since entering his bedroom.
It was with that same soft voice he had asked Eddy on their walk home from school if he'd be willing to do Double D's makeup. The crunch of freshly fallen snow underneath their boots made Eddy unsure if he had heard him right over the noise.
"You want me to do your makeup?"
"Yes, if it's no bother. If it is a bother, then that's fine, it was just a thought."
"You, as in you, Double D, want me, as in me, Eddy, to do your makeup, as in putting sticky and powdery and wet stuff on your face using the same brushes and sponges I use on my own face?" Eddy repeated himself, pointing at Double D and himself in turn before gesturing at their faces.
Double D had huffed through his nose at him, already red-from-the-cold cheeks growing redder as he glared at the path ahead. "Like I said, if it's a bother-"
He cut himself off with a squeak as Eddy grabbed his hand and started jogging home, a wide grin splitting his chapped lips. Ed wished them luck before he was out of earshot, waving them off with his usual goofy smile.
He had ranted at Double D the whole way home, recounting tales of his exploits during the handful of times he drove up to Buffalo for a Saturday night of clubbing and drag, enjoying what the queer scene there had to offer. Stories were interspersed with boasts about his styling skills and the amount of eyes he caught and attention he drew, promising Double D that he’d turn him into a standout masterpiece that any queen would envy. The more he went on, however, the quieter Double D had become, until he had stopped talking completely and kept his eyes glued to the ground.The shift in mood didn’t go unnoticed by Eddy, who slowed his pace and started cracking jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood. Double D paid only minimal attention to him, and by the time they got to Eddy’s room, Eddy found himself sour and uneasy, wondering what the hell could be going on with him.
"No prob, Bob." He grabs Double D’s wrist and pulls his arm closer, flipping it over to reveal the paler side underneath. "Just make sure to use your math skills after to figure out how much money you owe me based on how much makeup I use."
That earns him a dry, withering look.
"Jeez, relax. Can't you take a joke?" He asks as he starts applying swatches of different foundations, watching the tendons in Double D's arm flex under the wet makeup sponge.
"As if I had no reason to believe you might have been serious."
"Oh lighten up." Eddy retorts, starting to bristle under Double D's prickly responses. "You're the one who asked me to do this, ya know—and here you are acting like you're about to go under the knife."
Double D has enough humility to look away sheepishly, averting his gaze and worrying at his lip. "...I know. I'm sorry, Eddy. I should be more grateful."
"Or just a little less bitchy." Double D looks back at Eddy to glare at him, but his expression softens when he sees the small smile on Eddy's face, only teasing him.
"I'll do my utmost."
"Good." Eddy says in response both to Double D and to finding a foundation that matches, putting the rest away as he grabs the makeup he selected and dumps it on the bed. The makeup rolls over the comforter as Eddy's weight creates dips in the mattress, crawling the oversized expanse of it until he's on his knees in front of Double D. He takes Double D's face in his hand, still cool from the face wash and moisturizer he used in Eddy's bathroom. Using one of his cleaner sponges, he starts applying primer, careful not to get any in Double D's exposed hairline. His sparse, dark hairs are held back by Eddy's makeup stained cloth headband, giving him a rare look at the full shape of Double D's face.
"Why do you wanna wear makeup?" Eddy finally voices the question that's been in the back of his mind since his excitement diminished.
"Well, why not?" Double D answers his question with his own question. "You wear makeup sometimes."
"I meant why all of the sudden."
"All of a sudden, Eddy." Double D corrects him while trying not to move his face too much.
"All of these nuts in your mouth." He mutters, hands unfortunately too busy for him to emphasize the point by grabbing his own crotch.
"Eddy, please."
"Just answer the question, Sockhead."
Double D pouts and is quickly scolded by Eddy into keeping his face still. "Just a whim, I suppose. Am I not allowed a whim now and again?"
"I just wouldn't exactly describe you as whimsical."
"Well. We all have our moments."
A silence follows the exchange, Eddy far from satisfied by Double D's answer. He's too distracted by contouring Double D's weird head to interrogate him further, though, too used to working with his own square shaped face. Thankfully for him, it's not too hard to get answers from someone who typically doesn't know how to shut the fuck up.
"Did you ever think you might be a woman?"
"Huh?" Eddy pauses at the sudden question, backing away from Double D's face, applicator hovering in midair.
Double D puckers his lips as if he tastes something sour, pulling the elastic of his sock further away from his shin before letting it snap back. "I mean... with your long standing fascination with clothing, hair products, and fragrances, and then dresses and makeup more recently. Didn't it ever cross your mind?"
He frowns at Double D's simplification of gender, though he understands what he means. Thinking to himself quietly, he goes back to shaping Double D's chin, taking a moment before answering. "Sort of, I guess. Briefly."
"Really?" He asks, voice tinged with hope.
"Yeah, back when I was still having my big ol' gay crisis. Pretty sure sexuality and gender crises go hand in hand. I mean, I liked boys, and I wasn't supposed to because I'm a boy. Makes you question shit."
"Just how much were you questioning?"
Eddy waves his free hand noncommittally before capping the applicator and reaching for the foundation he selected. "Eh. Enough to make me sweat over it for a bit. I kept asking myself which would be worse: being a gay man, or being a woman?"
"Oh." Double D says with a wince.
"Yeah, oh." Eddy agrees with his distasteful cringing.
"Do you still question yourself?" Double D hedges.
"Nah. Eventually figured I didn't want to be a chick, I just wanted to have a boyfriend. I hadn't fully realized there was a difference."
"But you still wear makeup and dresses."
Eddy shrugs. "Yeah, 'cause it's fun."
Double D raises the brow Eddy just shaped. "How so?"
"It's like... a joke, kinda." He answers after chewing on the question for a moment. "It's what people expect from a gay man. So fine, I'll do it. And I'll be smokin' hot and have fun with it. Hopefully make people really uncomfortable along the way, 'cause fuck 'em.” He punctuates his statement by popping open a tube of concealer. “That, and I spent my whole childhood being terrified over being masculine enough. It's a relief, knowing drag doesn't make me any less butch when I'm not in drag."
Double D hums. "Yes, I suppose even when you're in drag or just makeup, I wouldn't exactly describe you as feminine."
"Me neither. Is that what this is about, then?" Eddy asks, gesturing at the makeup on his bed and on Double D's face, starting to get the picture of what’s been making Double D so fidgety.
"Oh, me? No, I- well... perhaps. I don't know, it's all so confusing, Eddy.” He has to pause in his makeup application while Double D’s face goes through a wide range of expressions, Eddy huffing in frustration before forcing himself to be patient and listen.
“It's something I've been teased about my whole life, to the point where I'm starting to feel there's something about me other people know that I don't.” Double D admits, face settling on a small frown and wrinkled brow. “While I can admit I've always been a tad feminine-"
"Who says you're feminine?"
"Oh, come on, Eddy."
"I'm serious, Dee. What, 'cause you don't like sports? You spend more time reading than tossing a ball around? You're into bugs and nature and organic food?" He starts waving the concealer wand around like a conductor’s baton, jabbing it in Double D’s direction with each question asked.
Double D gives him a flat look, unmoved by his impassioned gesturing. "Eddy, you have accused me of being a sissy time and time again for those very same supposedly nonsensical reasons."
Eddy crosses his arms, careful to not get any concealer on his shirt. "Yeah, when I was a kid. I'm a different man now." He bristles, offended by Double D’s implication that he’s still some bigoted preteen.
"We're still kids, Eddy." Double D’s voice is almost too quiet to hear, as if he’s admitting something shameful.
"Speak for yourself."
Silence falls again, and Eddy takes the opportunity to get back to work. His mind wanders as he goes through the practiced motions of putting on makeup, going off of muscle memory as he tries to figure out just why Double D is being so cagey about this. He’ll never forget how casually Double D came out to him and Ed, only in eighth grade when he told them one sleepover that he was ‘fairly certain I’m bisexual.’ Buttery popcorn had fallen right out of Eddy’s hand and onto Ed’s sticky basement floor, feeling like someone just put his head through a brick wall, ears ringing from the non existent head wound and leaving him too unfocused to pay attention to the questions Ed asked in response. He continued to perform his best impression of a gobsmacked cartoon character until Double D had called out his name in the same tone he uses when he thinks Eddy is about to do or say something stupid. It took him a couple more seconds to recover before he was able to mutter out a ‘whatever floats your boat, Sockhead,’ quickly changing the topic of conversation afterward.
He didn’t sleep a wink that night—just lay awake staring at the glow in the dark stars him and Double D had put all over Ed’s ceiling two birthdays ago, trying to figure out how the hell someone could admit to something like that so easily. Wasn’t Double D terrified? Wasn’t he disgusted? Didn’t he hate himself? And why in the name of Christ and fuck and shit was part of him goddamn happy about this?
It had taken two more years for Eddy to be able to even say he’s gay out loud to himself, never mind to anyone else. When he did eventually come out to the other Eds, it was after a night of nervous binge eating, hours of trying to ramp himself up to it only to stuff his open maw with more junk food instead of letting the words come out. Eventually, Double D had suggested bedtime, and stabbed through the heart with panic as if he’d never get a chance again, Eddy stood, ready to spill his guts out—only to run for the bathroom to puke them out instead. Ed and Double D followed him close behind, and he whispered his confession into the porcelain, sniffling wetly and getting a lungful of vomit smell as he watched his tears drop into the mess below. He was a pathetic disaster, Ed’s attempts to soothe him with a bedtime story going ignored as he hyperfocused on the feeling of Double D’s cool hand running up and down his back. They went on their first date two weeks later.
So now he’s totally thrown off, the ill-fitting shoe on the other foot as he discusses gender identity casually while Double D works at picking a hole into his sock and looks anywhere but at Eddy. Double D never seemed to be insecure about his masculinity before, at least, as far as Eddy knows. If anything, Eddy had been insecure enough for the both of them, frequently pushing Double D to lift or run or take up boxing, anything to up his man cred. Double D had always been resistant, stating each time that his abilities simply lie elsewhere. Had he been self conscious about it all this time and Eddy just never picked up on it?
"Perhaps I was speaking only for myself. I fear you're far more mature than I am, Eddy."
Eddy leans back, startled not just by Double D talking after such a long silence, but by the content of his sentence, too. "Hold up.” He makes a show of digging his pinky into his own ear before tilting his head and slapping the side of it as if he’s trying to get something to fall out the other end. “I know I didn't hear that right. I've never heard you say I'm more ANYTHING than you. Other than loud or rude or messy or other negative shit."
"Well it's the truth!” It’s the loudest Double D has spoken tonight, his hands thrown up into the air dramatically. “I've been left behind in the proverbial dust, Eddy. You and Ed are so sure of who you are. Even you, who used to be the most insecure, awkward, and desperate for inclusion out of the three of us."
"Gee, thanks." Eddy replies, voice dry as the desert and hollow as Ed’s head.
"And now you're able to just... be!” Double D continues, ignoring his own accidental insult towards Eddy. “Without worrying about what others expect or want from you. The only reason you remain in the closet locally is to avoid consequences at home. But with yourself, or in the city, you're so genuine, so unashamed. Yet the older I get, the more unsure of myself I become, as if puberty somehow made me immature. I have no idea who I truly am. I'm rather jealous of you, Eddy." Double D’s excitement peters out as he goes on, slumping forward in defeat as his hands return to his knees.
“Oh. I get it.” And he does, finally. This isn’t just a gender crisis, it’s a growing up crisis, which is much more on track for Double D’s neuroses. Whether he becomes a woman or not, he’s still not gonna be a ‘boy’ anymore.
“Get what?”
“Shut up and listen, because I got something to say and also because I need you to not move your face for a while. I’ll try to put this in words your weirdo crazy bananas brain can understand.”
Double D follows Eddy’s instructions, tightly pressing his lips together and freezing his face into an impressive stock-stillness.
Eddy nods his approval, capping the concealer before grabbing a brush to start blending. “Okay, so. It’s like… we’re just molecules. I said don’t move your face!” Eddy scolds Double D for his poorly repressed grin, apparently finding Eddy’s attempt at using scientific jargon just so goddamn funny. “I know what a fucking molecule is, ya know. I’m not that shit at school.”
“Anyway,” he continues once Double D wipes the smirk off his face, “we’re molecules and atoms and junk. I don’t know who I truly am because there is no ‘who I truly am.’ You could break me apart into the smallest possible pieces looking for it and all you’d find is a bunch of loosely connected random shit.” He grabs a smaller brush to blend in the nooks and crannies of his face. “I never tried to look for who I am. I just spent my life trying to be someone everyone liked, which is impossible, and wanting to be something impossible just made me miserable and mean and shitty. I couldn’t be a complete person.”
Double D opens his mouth like he wants to protest, brows drawn in concern, but Eddy raises his hand to silence him. “It’s in the past. Then there was the whole running away fiasco, and then puberty hit me like a sack of bricks and life was already hard e-fucking-nough, so I tried to dial it back, just be someone that most people will like. That shrunk down to some people, then to just the other kids in the neighborhood, and one day I asked myself, well shit, why not be someone I like? I’ve never liked myself before. Should probably give it a shot.”
“Oh, Eddy.” Double D won’t be silenced this time, grabbing Eddy’s free hand and squeezing it tightly as he gives him his usual concerned mother face. Eddy sighs through his nose and squeezes his hand back, running his thumb in the junction between Double D’s thumb and pointer finger.
“Like I said, it’s in the past.” He slips his hand out of Double D’s and carefully applies lip liner while holding his chin. “All I’m saying is you gotta stop spending so much time up here,” he taps Double D’s forehead, “and try spending a little more time in here,” he finishes, placing his hand over Double D’s chest.
Double D looks down before glancing back up with a smirk. “In my udder?”
Eddy rolls his eyes at the callback, taking his hand back to get to finishing up. “Yeah, your udder. That’s where you’ll find the person you want to be.”
“So you’re a gay man because you wanted to be a gay man?” He asks flatly.
“Well. No. Okay, so, some of it is probably generic.”
“Genetic.”
“Whatever. The bulk of it, though? How we act, what labels we choose, what clothes we wear, whether we wear makeup or not—that’s all from exposure and desire. We’re all just cobbled together, Dee.”
“Is it really that simple?” Double D asks, sounding equal parts hopeful and doubtful.
Eddy shakes his head. “Nope. Having a true self you could look for under a microscope is what would be simple. Real life’s a lot more complicated than that.”
Double D widens his eyes, breath catching softly in his throat as he stares Eddy down. Eddy narrows his eyes back at him, unsure if he should feel complimented or offended by Double D’s reaction.
“Eddy… since when did you become so wise?”
Offended, then. “Since when did you only give me compliments that were backhanded? Just kidding, you’ve always done that. Now for real, hold still and shut up. Lemme do your eyes.”
Double D complies, trying his best to keep his wincing to a minimum as Eddy pokes and prods his lids. As long as he doesn’t start mumbling about pink eye, Eddy can put up with the occasional fidgeting. Once the eyes are done, all that’s left is the lipstick, and Eddy purposefully takes his time with it, Double’s D’s chin clutched between his fingers as his eyes slip shut, a soft blush glowing through the layers of makeup. Fuck, he’d kiss him it wouldn’t mess up his work.
“Okay, done.” He gropes around his night stand until he finds his gold painted hand mirror, shoving it in Double D’s direction. “Go ahead and lay on the praise for my incredible skills.”
Double D takes a deep breath before lifting the mirror and opening his eyes, face freezing at what he finds. Silent seconds slowly tick by as Eddy waits for any sort of appraisal, positive or otherwise, arms crossed and finger tapping against his arm.
“... I look like my mother.”
Eddy’s wince is automatic and unstoppable. “Mmrh. But, like, a hot version of your mom, right?”
“Eddy, my mother is-” Thankfully for Double D, for Eddy, for the reader, for the author, and for the universe at large, he cuts himself off before finishing that sentence. “And it’s so conservative.”
Eddy shrugs. “Yeah, well. You don’t usually go for gaudy.” He had picked a color palette he’d never pick for himself, all natural colors that would mix well with Double D’s skin tone, highlighting his innate beauty and giving his face a more feminine shape without making him look like he was about to start lip syncing to Shania Twain. The only splash of color he gave him was the lipstick, a deep cherry red and one of Eddy’s favorites.
“I don’t. You put so much thought into this, Eddy.” He murmurs, the content of his sentence not at all matching his dismayed tone.
“You hate it.”
“No, it’s not that. You did an exceedingly good job, your high skill is abundantly obvious, and I am still very grateful.” He quickly explains, still staring at himself in the mirror. “It’s just… I didn’t expect… I thought-” he takes a deep breath and sighs, putting the mirror down. “I feel the same.”
Eddy takes a deep breath through his nose and purses his lips, readying himself to be an ‘empathetic listener’ as Double D often describes it. At least he doesn’t have to put on the fake empathy face for him like he does for other people. “Okay. How did you think you would feel?”
“Different.” Double D gives the obvious answer, and Eddy has to hold himself back from saying ‘no shit.’ He waits instead, keeping his face neutral and his eyes on Double D as he fiddles with his blanket, twisting his fingers into the fabric.
“I don’t know. Anything, really. Elated, horrified, enlightened, disgusted, at peace, unease. Anything would have been better than still just feeling confused.” Double D starts to clutch his own arms as he talks, fingers digging into the fabric of his winter cardigan. “I still don’t know who I want to be.”
“What, you thought it would happen overnight? I’d share my ‘wisdom’ with you and your big brain would just work out the rest?” He puts scare quotes around wisdom, withholding the impatient huff he wants to give. “Shit takes time, Sockhead. It took me years of self loathing and fear to get to where I am.
Double D looks less than thrilled by the prospect. “Uh. But who knows, might not be that bad for you. You’ll figure something out eventually. You always do, Dee.”
“I do, don’t I.” He gives Eddy a small smile, only slightly forced as he takes his hands in his own. “Thank you, Eddy. You’ve been very sweet to me tonight.”
“‘M always sweet.”
“Of course you are.” He leans in to give Eddy a peck on the corner of his mouth, a chaste and innocent gesture, but when they part Double D stares at Eddy’s mouth for a worrying amount of time.
“Huh? Oh.” Eddy finally figures out what he’s staring at. Double D always opposes messiness. “Yeah, I didn’t use any lipstick sealer. Figured you’d be taking it off right after, so-”
He’s cut off by a far less chaste kiss, Double D sealing his lips against Eddy’s before he starts shifting against them, hands flying up to grab Eddy’s shoulders in a bruising grip. Eddy can do nothing but flounder, his surprised exclamation muffled against Double D’s mouth. Seeing as there’s absolutely no reason not to, he surrenders himself, arms snaking around Double D’s smaller frame, pulling him closer until their bodies are flush against each other, putting up zero resistance when Double D pushes down to the mattress. Glass and plastic makeup containers tumble and clink against each other as their shifting weight creates new divots in the mattress, followed by the soft hush of something smooth sliding over Eddy’s silk sheets, landing on the carpet below with a dull thud.
‘Hope my mirror didn’t just break. Glass is a bitch to get out of shag carpeting.’ That’s all the brain resources he has available for the integrity of his cheap mirror right now, the rest of it occupied by the overwhelming presence and persistence of Double D, hands grabbing and squishing the usual suspects, i.e. Eddy’s stomach, thighs, and love handles. Shortly after Double D’s hands start to rove, his lips start to travel, too, across Eddy’s jaw, cheek, then neck, pulling back a little bit each time to gaze down dazedly at the gory red trail he’s left in his wake. Eddy lets him, making no moves to take control of the situation, just breathing heavily beneath Double D’s ministrations.
Eventually, Double D slows to a stop, sitting up with his knees on either side of Eddy’s stomach as he lightly traces the path of kiss marks decorating Eddy’s heated face. His eyes are unfocused, lids hooded, body loose and face relaxed, not at all the ball of nerves he’d been since their walk home.
“I still don’t know who I want to be.” He admits softly, giving Eddy one last kiss on the cheek before he lays on top of him and nuzzles into the side of his spacious neck. “But I know who I want to be with.”
Eddy wraps his arms around him again, tilting his head to the side to brush a kiss of his own against Double D’s ear, an always hypersensitive part of his body. It brings him close enough to be drawn in by the allure of Double D’s hypoallergenic laundry detergent and natural deodorant, shoving his nose in his shirt and huffing fumes that can really only be described as smelling ‘clean.’ He embraces and is embraced in return, wanting and wanted, loving and loved.
“And I already have you, Eddy.”
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so for anyone not watching fit and is confused about sparse and vauge liveblogging
Fit woke up in his secret secondary bedroom in the elevator shaft and was met by black concrete with a white sign on it saying “I’m trying to reach you Fit / Did you receive this message?” there was also an item frame with goggles and a piece of tnt, and i think his lava lamps were removed? I wasn’t super focused. He thinks it’s an elaborate prank and going to check other bases, not sure what’s happening witht that though because i won’t be watching from now on, because i’m switching over to tubbo, but this is what happened in the start
edit: i just wanna mention i dont think it’s ramon either, im not sure what or who it could be, like i hope its ramon but i dont think it is
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i just got this super cute “retro fun” My Life As set off eBay! ever since i saw julie’s lava lamp, i’ve been on the hunt for a more affordable version. this set absolutely took the cake. it even came with a record player, knocking another item off my wishlist! my only gripe is that the lava lamp doesn’t light up, but if I place it on a small light source, it should still “glow”.
#agblr#american girl#american girl dolls#dollblr#my posts#my dollhouse#I did have to remove an obnoxious sticker from the record player case but it was worth the effort!
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random tpc headcanons
-spheer has a treenut allergy. idk, they just look like they would lol
-ajaceare has a love-hate relationship with the harry potter franchise. like you bet your ass she'd know every single fact about it.
-pentellow is pansexual. pantellow.
-circubit cut his hair in his corrupted form.
-iris is convinced via pentellow's cooking that al dente pasta is undercooked
-pyrare would own a van if he had any type of vehicle
-cubic would blast eminem in their headspace. just to piss cube off.
-once circubit unmasks (if he even does mask at all) he becomes the most autistic motherfucker you'll ever meet. like once you accidentally bring up his spinterest there's no going back
-circubit has chromesthesia (i once brought this up to brittany - the tpc creator brittany, not my headmate brittany - she probably saw it as a request so it might not end up as canon. oh well)
-pentellow would abso-fucking-lutely be voiced by athena karkanis. ok maybe its because her nickname is a baking item, or because of her general personality, but yeah. (ok maybe she reminds me of sheree, so what)
-ajaceare owns a bunch of potted plants. not just any potted plants, though. the specific gay ones. like the ones that lesbian witch cat-owners have. so in other words ajaceare is the epitome of lesbian.
-dub has never tried tiger tiger ice cream (the orange and licorice one) and refuses to try it solely because "what kind of ice cream is orange"
-cyanide has probably spent at least $150 from dub's bank account on claire's stuff. and 85% of it is pusheen merch.
-iris grew up with watching salad fingers and jacksepticeye.
-purpex is an esfp.
-cintagon is autistic. idk they just dont seem allistic to me
-pentellow's favourite total drama island character would be lindsay.
-circubit's favourite total drama island character is chris mclean; he probably said "alright campers, todays challenge is..." every 3 seconds in his tdi phase.
-cyanide enjoys murder drones
-dub has tried to use corruption to make his hair fluffier
-cube and cubic are literally just yin-yang from inanimate insanity. (aight brittany, where's the episode where the two find a vending machine and cubic wants dr fizz but cube wants water-)
-circubit listens to lostwave
-pyrare once caught barracuda and dub trying to make meth in his kitchen (it failed miserably, if pyrare wasnt there the house would've burned down)
-circusic hates eminem; circubit knows all the lyrics to the real slim shady, without me, stan, lose yourself, and a shit ton of other classics.
-if the tpc universe had plurality as a known concept, "corruption-genic" would be one of the most researched pages on their pluralpedia.
-dub dies a little inside every time someone makes a mitosis joke about his eyes
-you could easily lose ajaceare in a hot topic. like next thing you know she's on the top rack of the goth dress-shirts looking down like a fucking bat
-circubit has spent an hour in spencer's just browsing, wondering "would i actually look good in this or do i think it just looks good on its own". he has also been to the back just for shits n' giggles.
-ajaceare would only go to spencer's for the lava lamps and mystic stuff
-iris' favourite lego ninjago character is kai
-cube has never seen inanimate insanity, for some fucking reason
-cyanide can play river flows in you on piano
-cyanide's singing range is mezzo-soprano to soprano; her voice would be similar to vocaloid sonika
-pyrare's favourite vocaloids are kaito and yowane haku
-cubic recommended that cube should listen to otone peke, saying they were "the best vocaloid fr fr"
-pentellow watches ouran highschool host club
#tpc ajaceare#jsab tpc#tpc iris#tpc pentellow#tpc circubit#tpc#brittcorruption#the pink corruption#pink corruption#jsab#circubit tpc#tpc cyanide#tpc dub#tpc pyrare#tpc spheer#tpc purpex#tpc cintagon#tpc cube#tpc cubic#jsab au#jsab headcanon#tpc headcanons#headcanon
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