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Are you feelin' a change in the air.

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>Announcement

I’m going on a small hiatus bc i have  finals and also the crippling feeling of death has taken me so illbe back  in a couple of days Peace out!

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Your fav kink: me

ain’t gon lie

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Waluigi and Hallelujah have the same number of syllables so you could take any song that has Hallelujah in it and replace it with Waluigi ;D

Please let me die

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  “I’ll admit it! I’ve lived a pretty damn good life so far. I mean, sure, it’s been rocky sometimes, but who’s life hasn’t? But I have a good family that loves me and I’m happy with where I am in life right now.

  “…Mostly.” A tired hand cards through sooty black hair as a sigh leaves chapped lips. “So why do I go days without sleeping and eating? Why do I find myself talking like I’m about to run out of things to say? One minute I’m on the top of the world and the next I feel like I’m going to explode. Rinse and repeat. It’s driving me crazy.

  “What is wrong with me?”

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Tentative lips move to the rim of a frosted cup, while slate eyes perch at the other along the  shadows of the evening. He sighs, allowing the taste of the confession to gloss his lips, and run cold into his blood.

“Does the thing happen, where you have to sit down in the shower for a while happen to  you too?”  He asks, almost the lateral of his own words slicing him down the middle.

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Me, the sexier Flynt.

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Bitch! who asked your ugly ass! shit! the fuck!

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Me, the sexy Flynt,

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toots horn loudly in your ear.

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kILLS YOU

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toots horn slightly

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BABY BLUE:

          Of course, he immediately panics for multiple reasons–they’re very      close and he’s asking him to dance? This couldn’t have gone any better      and then immediately worse at all.

          “I-I–I can’t–” He stutters nervously, shaking his head a bit despite      squeezing the other’s hand gently, “I can’t dance.”

Flynt smirks a tad, conniving lips curling as he pulled Neptune closer than sin. 

“You do a little twirlin’, a bit of  of swayin’ and then ya lean down and-” He pushes his and Neptune’s lips together, Chocolate meeting Caramel, and  tasting just that sweet.

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        @azuraei​ “Well consider this, how about you and I have some fun together?”

He takes his hand, and other  snakes around a lithe waist. “Tell me you know how to dance, Baby Blue.”

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Flynt, who has grown and lived with a mild case  of OCD, has formed developmental clicks that help him process information on a daily basis. He prefers to do things in multiples of two, six, and ten. He puts on his shoes and socks oddly. Right sock then right shoe, left sock left shoe. He shaves against the grain, and whenever he kisses somebody, he has to touch their hands.

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THORN IN MY SIDE:

  “Well I sure hope I’m Flynt Coal, but now I’m not so sure. A better question to ask is; are we crazy, or is this the most convoluted coincidence to ever happen?” 

He makes an amused face, smirk up, eyes low, and a sweet taste in his mouth.

“Well, if I’m Flynt Coal, and you're  Flynt Coal, then whose flying the plane?”

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      WE ARE                          BUT WE’VE ALWAYS GOT TIME              VERY BUSY PEOPLE.                             FOR NEW FRIENDS.

                                     neon katt                                    flynt coal                                      by laika.                                      by dave.

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  Coal eyes narrow and hands once resting on the other’s vest and his own hip are now held up to his chest, palms outward in defense as the doppelgänger scrutinizes him. “Man, who the hell are you?“

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He frowns, pinching  the bridge of his  nose and alloying a curt, but light reply. “As Flynt Coal as Flynt Coal can get. What about you?”

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                                                  TOO BAD

                                        ALL THAT MONEY                                                                            CAN’T BUY YOU SKILL

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@blownout​ liked this for a- what the fuck.

  “Did… Did Neon put something in my drink?…” A hesitant hand reaches out, as if physical contact would make the… mirror image fade away. Palm meets crisp cloth and yep that isn’t one of his multiples. 

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There’s a brief wince a small filling of  confusion and  irritability, that forms a type of symbiosis between the two.

“Boy if you don’t-” He begins, headache  apparent in his frontal lobe. “And stop touchin’ me!”

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♭

He rolls his eyes a tadwithout bitterness but with a type of playfulcowl, as his otherSMIRKED in his direction.“You’ll like this one.”

(SANTIGOLD: CANT GET ENOUGH OF MYSELF)

“All I wanna do is what I do wellAin’t a gambler but honey I’d put money on myself,All I wanna do is bottle it to sell,Cuz my brand does vainglorious much better for your health.”“Woah oooh oooh,I can’t get enough,All they’ve said it’s true,I can’t get enough of myself.”