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CHAMPION! CHAMPION! LETS GO SAPNAP!!
GEORGE?! SAPNAP?! ANYONE?! SOMEONE NEED TO TAKE DREAMS PHONE PRIVILEGES!
Not so big and tough now are we?
Sapnap angst 1/2 because cry
(RBs appreciated:) )
Me reading a Karlnapity fic and feeling very uncomfortable and kind of scared every time Karl says something like he isn’t himself anymore:
Me realizing that it’s because it reminds me of my dad:
Flame
A word vomit about c!quackity and how he interacts with the world
Word count: 510
The flame was calling out to me like a siren’s song
Warm and inviting
Bright, inspiring
Glass floors and glass windows
Watching the sun come and go
A Bobeche is reaching out to me like a martyr, caught up in an age-old war
Looked into your eyes, unfamiliar gold pooling there
The rain bore down on my skin, mixed with my blood sweat and fucking tears
This whole time, I fought for you while you were forgetting me all along.
I’ve done things a monster couldn’t fathom
I am cruel. I am curt. I am undeserving.
The axe in my hands speaks, judge jury and executioner
Standing at the grave of an enemy, in death I envy you
You travel beyond the turbulence of your mistakes
I’ve scared a lot of people
Don’t know if that counts as hurting.
Or maybe I just failed at the hurting part, only intimidating before they call my bluff
Small boxes and sprawling skylines, chasing a feeling of home I never had
Going through the motions, just to look back and say I did
This all feels so familiar, i’ve smelled this candle before
Left burning while everyone goes out to a party
Stuck.
But, not stuck alone. No.
Surrounded by things to find pleasure in.
And yet, everything I touch burns instead of smiling
Is there anything more gratifying than taking a few papers, a table, a dream, a child down with you as you plummet?
Maybe it’s because the candle is worried that no one will notice if it blows out.
People will notice a house fire, though.
The candle won’t be blamed. The candle has no feelings. The candle is only an extension of the lighter, that is an extension of the person holding the lighter.
Lighter, touch me. If I am going to burn, let it be a pretty match to set me off. Oh, how I’ve watched you rust and peel, Lighter. You are not the shiny thing you once were. But, that potential for destruction has always burned inside you. Just had to squint your eyes, and we look the same.
You light a cigarette and sit next to me. You tell me what you want. I tell you what I need. Never the same things.
I am sick. I am sick and twisted probably, so far gone. I have never been lower before, will never be higher again.
You, Lighter, you find purpose in me. And I find satisfaction in you, and a quicker death.
I will never envy you, Lighter.
I will die. You will become useless, still alive but without purpose. You will sit by my grave, jealous of travel beyond the turbulence of mistakes.
Oh, Bobeche, catching my scalding wax. I am sorry that I bleed out into you
We are tied to each other, stuck like a candle to a candlestick.
I know that I am hurting you, I know that I should conserve myself.
But, it is Warm and inviting
Bright, inspiring
Drawn to the Lighter like a moth is to a