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FOR MY MUTUALS ONLY‼️‼️‼️
[ tagging my mutuals, but don’t feel obligated to answer the poll just because I added you - @explosivefins @kairithemang0 @ashtxeman @nerdyratz @tedspankoffskisbignaturals ]
that makes you cool /gen pos
I love weird people because it almost kind of a little bit balances out how odd I am
which is too odd
I surround myself w/ lil freaks /silly
I must kill you with fire because you’re too much cooler than me /pos /aff
don’t ask how that’s positive it just is
you are infinitely more swag than everyone else actually /p
plationic affectionate murder is my favorite kind<3 but also. i am Not cool i am .just weird
pls. picture of great white shark? they my favorite. also sory about that. i dont like when ppl mess up sharks. sm1 said whale shark was a whale. i got v upset :(
so glad everyone that follows me understands my shark frustrations
ALSO GREAT WHITES ARE SO CUTE !!A AGGAUGHH!!! !!! so pointy yet so oval,,.,,..,
i specially love how they look when spy hopping
they take a peek, a gander even
perhaps a little nibble too
I wanna be in the kind of romantic relationship w/ somebody where they don’t even have to like me at all but we can be considered in a relationship just so I can love the hell out of them and cherish them and comfort them all the time because I’m terrified of people loving me but I’m in love with everyone I interact with
and I am so dead serious, especially if you are a mutual you can actually ask me for this and I will say yes so damn fast on god
uno reverse card
*bites you* (affectionate)
*bites you* (affectionate)
*bites you* (affectionate)
*bites you* (affectionate)
*bites you* (affectionate)
I'm better as a concept, aren't I?
PLEASE DO THIS FOR ME AS WELL! ^^
And for Kai, how about 10 and 9? :)
An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)
I am also procrastinating actually writing. If you’ve multiple works in progress you can give a different answer every time!
🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)
🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”
🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?
🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?
⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?
💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)
🖍Post Any sentence from your wip
♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP
🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?
🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?
🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?
❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.
Enjoy!
I’m beating both 😎(/j)
I’m not beatinr the autistic allegations
I AM WALKING AROIND YOU IN A CIRCLE BEEP BEEP /POS
why am I. Sending you this gif? WHO KNOWS :D
this gif is how I feel about you /vpos
awwwwww TY
To me. I’m uhhhhhh sending u a hug gif. Just pretend like I am
Ouuuughhhh ggggodddddd I have too many emotions the need to tear mr Davidson apart with me teeth manifested in me playing doom and it’s not helping I need to write more chapters of my dark horror novel shit but I don’t wanna write
SOMEBODY FORCE ME TO WRITE LITERALLY YELL AT ME UNTIL I WRITE /GEN
Ough I’m so sorry I post such violent content on here sometimes guys
(the entire fully written dark ass murder mystery story in my Google docs)
man I can’t believe I’m so evil on here sometimes talking about blood sometimes apology video soon with ukulele
save me a piece 🥺 /silly
im so bored i need to be someones attack dog i need to kill someone because my friend told me to
Here I’m sicing you on various Hatchetfield characters
go tear mr. Davidson apart like a small mammal /j /silly
im so bored i need to be someones attack dog i need to kill someone because my friend told me to
For anyone wondering what the context of what I just posted is, I’m going to slowly post some of my larger stories/novels over here in parts.
Not my ACTUAL ones, moreover weird experimental horrors. They’ll all have their own tag, so if you like them, you can follow the tag. :)
Mr. Everwoods Unfinished Obituaries.
Chapter 1, Part 1
CONTENT WARNINGS - Depictions of death, insensitive language.
My name is Mr. Markus Jacque. I am a healthy, 46 year old man who lives in Utah after me and my family recently moved from Paris. I am married to an insensitive, gold digging woman named Mrs. Jacque.
I hate Mrs. Jacque. She’s a no good piece of shit who takes all my money. That’s all she does, take, take, take. So one day I planned to kill her.
It was 4:17 AM when I woke up - my alarm not set to go off for another hour and a half but my brain already fully functioning and pumping excitement through my restless body. Today, I would kill my wife. I slowly get out of my bed - not one I shared with her, since I had recently been too disgusted by her existence to sleep with her.
I silently grab my coat to protect from the chill of the morning air as I step out in the driveway, cracking the door but not closing it. There was no need to make unnecessary noise. I forgot the keys to the car, but I didn’t need them. I found another way.
I got down to the ground, my face pressing against the cool, frozen over pavement as I pushed myself under the car, as far as I could get before I was stuck. I reached up as best I could and felt the underside of the vehicle, taking a hold of the first thing not metal - a chunk of wires and tearing them out. I hope it would stop the breaks, as planned.
When we drove to get breakfast this morning, the breaks would cut and she would fly through the windshield due to her hatred of wearing a seatbelt. At 6:17 AM my ugly piece of shit wife was finally awake, and we loaded into the car. Our son would stay home with his older sister - as much as I wish to bring him, he always wore a seatbelt and I didn’t want a witness.
As we drove down the road I couldn’t help the chemical excitement in my brain, almost tingling my own soul with sparks of joy. My brain wasn’t the only thing sparking. I hadn’t noticed the leaks from the wires I pulled, or even known what I pulled had not been the breaks at all - all I knew is as I sped up the car at a red light, there was a horrible shocking sound below the vehicle and then a barely audible bang as the front hull of the car exploded into a tornado of fire, silencing just as fast as it started.
In my dying moments, I hoped that piece of shit I called my wife died with the inferno.
Mr. Everwood drew a small little image of a car on fire at the bottom of his page, chuckling quietly as he finished off his wonderful story. It may not be accurate, but it was true in spirit.
As far as he knew, Mr. Jacques had actually been quite a nice fellow who died when his car ran off the road and over an exposed gas line. But Mr. Everwood really did hate Mrs. Jacques. Or… ‘Ms’ Jacques now. He laughed again at the though, and was grateful for his solitude.
To break up writing boring obituaries all day, he wrote more interesting stories on his spare paper. After all, why let these deaths go to waste on boring, pathetic people? Nobody would care about a random gas fire death, they wanted to hear about murder and anger and desire. He stamped the paper with his precious, hand carved red stamp and carefully placed it into the second drawer on his desk, on top of all the other short stories and poems he had crafted this week. He diverted his attention to the actually obituary he had to turn in, his expression souring. Unfortunately, he would be fired if not turning in the correct paper - he was hired to draft real obituaries after all, not his stories, as good as they may be.
Working for rich slobs who wouldn’t even take on the simple mantle of sending loved ones off with hand crafted stories…
He loved his job.
What if I posted my strange short horror stories on here from my nightmare journal what then huh
@/curtmega all it takes
all it takes is removing the /
(/j. I wouldn’t do that to you w/o asking lol)
telling someone youre going to tag curt in one of their posts is like threatening to tell your mom what your sibling just did
I SPENDED SO MANY HOURS MAKING MR DAVIDOSM GIFS
I THINK I HAVE COVID /SILLY
HE GAVE ME BRAIN ILLNESS‼️‼️‼️
GRRRRJRNRIEJRORIFIEGJDIEKGIEKCK
[and the funniest thing about this is the voice in my brain that also is Mr. Davidson and is for some reason completely fine with me being like this :D ]
I NEED TO
TO BAKE HIM
350 DEGREES IN THE OVEN
BROIL HIM LIKE A FINE ROAST /POS
Hey
do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Mr. Davidson /silly
I always do <3
I know. /lh
I regret to inform you I’m #hatchetfield rp blog trash.
I don’t think ANYONE can draw John tbh
this is the closest I ever got and I literally had a reference :/
kicking a wall rn HOW DO YOU DRAW GENERAL JOHN MACNAMARA AND WHY CANT I DO IT!!! I CAN DRAW BARRY SWIFT!! THEY LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME!!!
there are monsters and there are men
closeups+no overlay version under cut<3
we just checked in on the #black friday tag after a break and now we remember why we went on the break in the first place.
forever yours,
the tumbeasts