Who Do I Have To Threaten To Make This Happen

Who do I have to threaten to make this happen

Clef buckshot roulette update when

EVERYTIME I POST A DOWNLOADED PT SKIN GIF TUMBLR DECIDES TO BLUR PART OF IT

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Let me go grab ss so its not fucking BLURRY hold on

We spent like 3 or 4 hours on this fucking thing I shit you not. It looks fucking amazing though

this image is sooo system coded

Archie gets hit by a coffee pot and fucking dies, 2024 colourized

Thinking about Allen. Hes such a guy. A goober if you will. And also a bit of a god complex, but its part of a mask she puts up.

They had a really bad falling out with a group of friends in high school. Knew them for years, and the group was really fuckin close too, which is a shame, because the reason the group crumbled wasnt even Allens fault, but the group blamed them anyways.

CW: Moderate angst, little bit of blood (but no gore beyond that)

Imagine youre out and its 1, 2am maybe. Pitch dark except for the glow of phone flashlights, and for some reason youre in the woods. The group splits up to fuck around and youre left alone. And then theres a scream and you hear a thud because some dumbass decided it would be a smart idea to climb a tree in the dark.

You go to find the idiot that climbed the tree, but theres silence. You can see where they fell, because the dirt is all messed up. And theres blood. But they arent there.

And then you see the jacket, lying there. Dirty and blood stained, with- with a hole through it. And you know this jacket, because its the one you got a matching set of for you and your best friend of the time.

So you start frantically looking around for them, only to realise that the whole forest is completely silent. Which normally would be fine, because you love liminal spaces, but there should be other voices right now. The voices of the people that found your best friend before you could and rushed him to the hospital.

The voices of people that would stare at you as you walked into the hospital lobby because you were worried. The voices of people that would blame you for not being there sooner, because they all thought you two were together. They didnt know. They didnt know that you two had been split up in the forest.

And youre standing there, dumbstruck, still clutching the ruined jacket as they yell.

You cant hear them, not really anyways. Their words kind of just float around you as your staring at the blood that coats your hands. The blood of your best friend. And you think to yourself 'maybe hell believe me, maybe hell tell them that it wasnt my fault.'

So you go home. And you wait, counting the days until you can visit him.

And he was angry at you.

Because for some reason, he thought that you were there, right behind him. You had no one on your side.

So you decided you were better off without them all. That, if they couldnt use some fucking logic, they werent worth it. You knew what actually happened.

You were better than them.

So, you buried the ruined jacket of your former best friend in the back of your closet– because despite it all, you didnt think you could just throw it away– and continued attending the rest of your senior year of high school. And you used that time in between getting classwork done to listen to all the rumors, to all the secrets that they accidentally let slip about themself. And you were close with them before, so you knew quite a lot about them already.

Then you used your grad party speech (because the host of the party wasnt part of that group and still one of your friends) to rip them to shreds. Because you knew all the little things about them that would break them. Because people just dont know how to keep their mouths shut.

You didnt spread highly over personal things, but you did plant the seeds for rumors about them to start that would haunt them for years. You knew how to fabricate stuff that would follow them around, because you wanted to be an author, so youd had a bit of practice. And it worked.

You moved away after that. Cut basically all contact with all except a few people from your hometown.

Because that wasnt the only thing that haunted you. You dont want to think about it right now though.

Youd have plenty of time too once the timeloop gets triggered, though.

Did I ever show yall the Statue pt skin we have or was it just the SparkleClef one