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literally just a slasher simp

[michaelmyersmybeloved]

heyyy everyone!

My name is Vivian, 19, and my posts will most likely be all 18+, so minors dni please.

I enjoy dead by daylight, scream 1996, the Halloween franchise, house of 1000 corpses, and many other horror movies and games!

Ill make a list soon of the characters I'll write for, but please be aware I may not get to some requests. I'll try my best :))

[gelicide]

Carrie as cinderella? My girl deserves to look and feel like a princess. 🙌💅

[eatmyheartoutjpg]

poly Vee’s with an gn reader (who’s part of the Vees) being the Overlord of Music (specifically for heavy metal/rock), and just playing unreleased songs only for them in private on their guitar.

Musician;; A look into you, a music overlord playing for the Vees. thank you for requesting! sorry this is a bit short!

11.30.25 Masterlist

You were the fourth Vee, the Overlord of Music. You had influence over the entire music scene, specifically the heavy metal and rock scene in Hell. Just as Valentino, Velvette, and Vox controlled their own territories of media, you shaped the music world. Every groundbreaking riff, every unique breakdown, every raw and powerful vocal that turns over the Pentagram came from you.

You could have hosted livestreams of your own given how famous you were, in fact, you would have guaranteed viewers tuning in regularly. You had the reputation and the talent to dominate the entertainment district with nothing more than a single. But you rarely wanted that spotlight, well not as much as the others did at least.

Valentino lived for the attention. He constantly streamed his art sessions where he chatted casually while sketching cover art with charcoal, ink, markers, or anything else he felt like picking up. Velvette streamed her clothing drops, runway events, or her popular trash talking sessions. Every time she insulted someone, the chat exploded and approval ratings shifted of whoever her target was. Vox maintained streams that were more like news filled with ads and corporate agendas. His consumers and viewers ate up every second. He did have a big reach on anyone with any type of device or access to the news.

You preferred less involvement. You appeared in the background of their streams, sometimes as a shadow moving behind the camera or sometimes as a voice speaking. You let your music handle your public image instead of streaming or running advertisements yourself. There was no need to push anything when your talent already carried its own weight.

Your official releases all came out under VoxTek’s music branch. Vox insisted that the branch had been planned for years, but every Vee knew he created it specifically for you. He refused to admit it, which only made the truth more obvious.

Valentino handled every album and single cover that you released. He took pride in being trusted with that part of your work. Velvette always joined in with theming and trend research. She enjoyed staying involved and kept Val updated on what would catch the public eye.

You allowed them complete creative freedom on everything that was visual or promotional. Your music stood strong on its own. No album art could impact it, and no promotions could ever overshadow the quality. Every release hit perfectly. Lyrics, beats, vocals, everything.

Your music showed up constantly in their streams. Valentino often hummed your songs while he worked, or he left one of your tracks playing quietly in the background. Velvette used your music as closing themes for her runways, letting the last model leave the stage with one of your guitar solos echoing throughout the stream. Vox rarely played your music directly, but he flooded the Pentagram with advertisements for your new releases (you never asked him to). Every billboard, every tower, and every digital banner seemed to announce something involving you.

Outside of that and in private, away from cameras and fans, you would take out your guitar and play only for the other Vees. These songs were unreleased, versions that no one else would hear.

Valentino always claimed the spot closest to you during your private sessions. He leaned forward with his chin propped in his palm, elbow on his knee, his entire posture relaxed. His expression softened completely whenever you played. Not the polished grin he used on fans or the sly smirk he wore during streams, but a real, gentle fondness meant only for you. His gaze followed every movement you made, drinking in the sight of you with open affection.

Velvette shifted her position constantly, but she was usually sprawled across either Vox’s lap or Valentino’s, depending on her mood. From her comfortable perch she watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, the phone in her hand angled just enough to record a few precious seconds of your sessions. She always claimed she needed the clips for “creative inspiration,” even though everyone knew she simply liked having pieces of your unreleased work tucked away for herself. Other times she only listened, barely aware of her pen idly sketching new designs in her notebook while your voice guided her thoughts.

Vox remained still in a very different way. His usual bravado quieted, his posture eased, and the sharpness in his expression softened. He watched your movement with a type of attention he never even gave to Voxtek, fully present and calm in a way he'd never thought he'd be. The moment you played a song for them, something within him settled. It did not matter if the song was soft, furious, or heavy. The sound of your voice alone was enough to bring a rare peace to him.

Your guitar for these sessions was special too. You owned many, but this one was unmatched. The three Vees had designed it with you from the ground up, commissioning custom work and arguing playfully over every detail until it became the perfect blend of all four of you. Its body carried small references to each of them, carved symbols and painted marks that only the Vees would recognize. There were small hearts, tiny signatures, hidden jokes, and beautifully subtle nods to your shared bond. Holding it felt like holding a piece of them.

These private nights were important.

Hell could have your official music. Hell could have the stadium-shaking riffs and the top-charting releases and the ad campaigns and the album covers. But the rest belongs to the Vees.

Valentino broke the soft quiet first. His voice came out low and warm, almost domestic. "You always sound like an angel, baby."

You lifted your eyes to Valentino, slowly blinking as the world slipped back into place around you. It always happened like this. When you played, everything else faded into the background until there was nothing but the sound of your guitar and the sound of your own voice. Your craft always pulled your undivided attention. But seeing the three of them watching you, each with their own brand of affection and warmth, always guided you back.

Vox was the first to speak. His voice came out low, roughened at the edges, with the faintest static hum beneath the words, “You should play more.”

There was something almost drowsy in his tone, like he had nearly drifted off. VoxTek’s CEO, the most relentless workaholic in Hell, allowing himself to relax enough to almost fall asleep like that shows how you bring him a rare peace.

Velvette nodded in agreement before Vox even finished. She gave a lazy little wave of her phone as she stretched out more comfortably across Valentino’s lap.

“Play my favorite if you can, darling.” Her voice was slow, the kind of tone she only used when she felt truly safe and relaxed. She didn’t even bother trying to hide the small recording still active on her screen, time increasing and almost reaching five minutes.

“Encore?” Valentino felt like he had to also convince you. He smiled teasingly at you, knowing you rarely say no to their requests.

Your fingers drifted back to the strings of the guitar they helped design, smiling to yourself in satisfaction before you began to play once more.

A/N ;; Hoping the fandom doesn't die since season 2 ended, bear with me guys!!!

[genderlessdude92]

this is probably what Vox would do if shining a bright flash of light at Val doesn’t work 💀

meow

[bigfatbimbo]

Do what you want with this, but i think all of the vees would all be insanely flustered at a big buff women babying them and tending to their every need while she stills stays the dominant one between all of them- like they all would be trying not to call her mommy as she fucks them gently after a longg day at work. But i wouldn't mind some hcs or fic about this, but u do you. Also i LOVE all your other work!

BODY ELECTRIC ୨ৎ | vees/reader

── ★ a/n Ugh, i missed writing sub!vees so much

── ★ warnings mommy kink, sub!vees, dom!fem!reader, NSFW

summary ★ Sub!Vees with Domme mommy reader headcanons

Valentino ୨ৎ

He’s such a baby, always so pissy after a long day of work. Pouting around the place, stomping off into other rooms.

But if you were there mommying him? Making him his favorite drink, surprising him with his favorite mexican place, letting him lay his head in your cleavage…

He’d be so whiny and needy. Always calling out for you, even extending his arms and grabbing for you with his hands.

When your fucking him, holding him gently but firmly, rocking your strap so deep into his ass he can’t even think, he’d be clinging to you like a lifeline.

So loud too. Even though he’s tired, don’t be afraid to be stern and scold him when he’s bad. He probably will be, and he needs reminded of who his mama is often.

Velvette ୨ৎ

I think she’s actually the least submissive out of the two, but she does enjoy sitting back and letting you do all the work for a change.

She’s always so demanding and bossy with her workers. Yes, she loves carrying around this attitude, but it’s a burden to always be right!

Give her shoulders a massage as you coo in her ear about how pretty she looks today. She knows, but the tone your using is so relaxing.

She’d love if you carried her to the bedroom for some stress relief, laying her delicately on the bed like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

She’d be such a brat usually, but after a long day—and after you start rubbing her clit just right— she’d become mommys little princess.

Yes, PLEASE eat her out until her mascara is running and her legs are shaking. Hold them down firmly so she can only focus on how strong you are too.

Vox ୨ৎ

When it comes to getting him to be submissive he’s very hard to crack, but once he trusts you enough, and you really take care of him, he’s yours completely.

Coming home from work with the migraine of a century, it’s a good thing you’ve already taken care of so many things for him. Yes, you fed the shark; yes, you got his assistant to file through all of that paperwork; yes, you handled Valentino’s tantrum so he didn’t have to.

And now you’re cooing at him and being all sweet when he can already hardly think? His screen would glitch out as he looks up at you with tired, pleading eyes.

Whether he wants to or not, he can’t help but submit to you fully when you start fuck him gently, with his screen buried in your tits.

You’re so reliable and comforting, he can’t help it when little whines of “Mommy… mommy deeper—“ slip out.

He hates being at people’s mercy, but with you taking care of him getting fucked into tears doesn’t feel like losing.

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Hi would you possibly consider the following idea?

Vox had a human wife who as far as he knew when alive was a perfect house wife and had no sins. She died young due to a mugging gone wrong and when he died himself and arrived in Hell he assumed she was in Heaven.

However reader is also in Hell for multiple murders of people who flirted with her husband/got in the way of his goals/tried to harm him

Reader doesn't realise Vox is her husband/in hell until Voxtech/The Vs becomes a big thing.

Thanks for reading hope its a good idea.

Cannibal Town never cared much for gossip outside its borders. We had our own rhythms, our own feasts, our own ways of ignoring the world unless it broke down our doors.

So I didn’t hear the rumors until they’d grown teeth.

Whispers of war. Heaven getting bolder. Hell sharpening its claws. And a name everyone said with equal parts awe and fear:

Vox.

Some overlord… some machine tyrant… someone powerful enough to provoke angels.

Normally I wouldn’t have cared. But something inside me—something old, something bone-deep—pulled like a hook under my ribs. A strange tug that wouldn’t go away.

So for the first time in nearly a century, I left Cannibal Town.

And the moment I stepped outside, the feeling got sharper. Heavier. Like something was… watching me.

Not in the predatory way I was used to.

No—this felt familiar.

Comforting.

Like I used to be watched every day by the same pair of warm blue eyes.

Until my eyes closed forever.

I shake the thought off and follow the rumors through the city until I reach the tower.

His tower.

It’s massive—sleek metal and mirrored glass, electricity humming up its spine like a heartbeat. The closer I get, the stronger that tug becomes, like invisible hands are guiding me to the front door.

The second I step inside the lobby—

CRACK.

Blue electricity bursts through the air like a whip.

I flinch, throw my hands up—

And the world changes.

The lobby dissolves around me, melting into static.

When the light clears, I’m standing in… an office?

No—an aquarium. A room surrounded by glass tanks full of glowing blue liquid, bubbling softly. Sharks swim through the water, reminding me of my husband’s obsession with them. Screens line the room like ghostly faces, flickering with glitching light.

At the center is a massive desk. A throne-like chair.

My heart thuds painfully.

A voice crackles from everywhere at once—speakers, screens, the air itself.

“…It can’t be.”

Something touches my face.

A large hand—blue claws, familiar in shape even if I’ve never seen them before. The grip is rough, startled, then instantly gentles, trembling against my cheek.

I lift my eyes.

And a TV screen stares back.

No—

No, not a screen.

A man. A man with a television for a head, his blue eyes blown wide with shock.

“…Honey bunny?” he breathes.

My heart stops.

Nobody has called me that in ninety years.

My throat tightens painfully. “Vincent?”

His hand falls from my face like I burned him. Electricity crackles off his shoulders, losing all sense of direction.

He stumbles back a step, shaking his head. “Darling… what are you doing down here? How are you alive? How did you survive the exterminations?”

His voice cracks. His body glitches, pixels jumping as if even he can’t hold himself together.

“I thought— I thought you were in heaven. You can’t be— you can’t—”

His right eye flickers, and I see it clearly now: a thin, jagged crack across the glass. Like someone hit him. Like someone broke him.

“Vincent, breathe,” I say softly, stepping toward him.

“No— no, don’t—” His voice spikes, distorts. “It’s not Vincent. It’s Vox. I’m not— I’m not him anymore—”

The lights in the tanks flare. Sparks rain from the ceiling. His whole body shudders like a system overload.

No.

Absolutely not.

“Vinnie,” I say, firm, using the nickname only I ever used, the one that made him blush when he was human. “Look at me. Breathe.”

He tries to turn away.

I don’t let him.

I grab his arm—hard—and yank him toward me. He startles, claws flexing in panic, but I hold tighter, grounding him the way I used to when nightmares woke him at 3 a.m.

“I said breathe, or I will stab you, I swear to God.”

His whole body jerks—then folds.

His knees give out, and he collapses against me.

I catch him easily, arms wrapping around his shaking form. He grips my clothes with desperate strength, like I’m the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

He drags in a ragged, stuttering breath.

“W-why?” His voice is a glitching whisper against my neck. “How? You were good. Pure. You… you shouldn’t be here.”

I stroke my fingers along the back of his head, across the warm hum of his screen. “I’m here. That’s what matters.”

“But—”

“Vincent.”

I tilt his face up gently.

“My sweet, silly man. You never knew everything.”

He stills. A silent question in his burning blue eye.

“I wasn’t perfect,” I whisper. “People who flirted with you… people who hurt you… people who tried to ruin your life? I made sure they didn’t get the chance.”

His breath hitches.

“You— you did that for me?”

“I’d do much worse,” I confess, brushing my thumb over the cracked corner of his screen. “You were my entire world. You still are.”

He stares at me like I’m a miracle he doesn’t know how to hold.

His claws rise tentatively—almost afraid—and curl against my waist.

“Please,” he whispers, trembling, “tell me you’re real.”

“I’m real.”

“Tell me you’re staying.”

“I’ll never leave you again.”

He makes a broken, static-laced sound—half a gasp, half a sob.

And he pulls me into a kiss.

It’s desperate, electric, almost painful in its intensity. His screen presses warmth against my mouth, static tingling along my lips as though he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he stops touching me.

I kiss him back just as fiercely, my hands holding the edge of his screen, my body against his.

He holds me like someone drowning.

When we finally break apart, he rests his forehead against mine.

“Ninety years,” he whispers. “Ninety years without you. I became a monster.”

“You became powerful,” I correct gently. “And I’m proud of you.”

His claws dig lightly into my back as he pulls me into another crushing embrace. “Don’t ever leave again. Don’t ever—”

“I won’t,” I murmur into his chest. “Not even death could keep me away. You should know that by now.”

He laughs—small, broken, relieved. “God, I missed you.”

I smile into his shoulder.

“We have a lot to catch up on,” I say softly.

His eye brightens, warming with a love that never died. “Then we’ll start now… Honey Bunny.”

“And you’re still my Vinnie,” I whisper.

He shudders, holding me tighter.

“You have no idea,” he breathes, “how long I’ve waited to hear that again.”

[queenofmorningstar]

Hey so I was wondering if you could wire some general nsfw headcanons for the Vees? Like what they like to do and stuff.

The Vees x gn!Reader nsfw

Notes: OMG this was so fun lol i was enjoying it as I wrote

CW: MDNI,Control kink, degradation and praise kink, bondage, toys, overstimulation, exhibition kink, drugs

Vox

📺 Control kink, big time. He loves being 'the one pulling the strings'—literally, since he could use wires to restrain or tease you.

📺 He will the one usually the one on top - so missionary is his favourite: He gets to see your face as he makes you come undone; there's nothing more satisfying. When he's busy though, he prefers cowgirl (facing him) as his other hand scrolls his phone while you bounce.

📺 Even if you try to switch it up, he'll still be in control; guiding your movements, and thrusting up to meet your rhythm.

📺 Tech play. Think vibrators synced to his equipment, cameras in the bedroom so he can watch the footage later. Not just vibrators in bedroom...maybe if he's feeling particularly playful, he'll leave the vibrator in you for the entire day. Whenever he sees you in front of a crowd, perhaps in a meeting, looking all composed and collected- he will use it then.

Velvette

👠 Roleplay. With her arsenal of different clothes, she has different sets for the time she wants to spend in bed with you. You wouldn't even know until you're wearing your work uniform and suddenly it's a lot tighter? And why does Velvette keep asking you to bend down to pick up the papers which keep slipping off her desk?

👠 Vel loves to praise you while she's making you cum. She loves when you glow under her approval. She keeps reminding you of how pretty you are, how she's grateful for having your pleasure-filled face only for her.

👠 Overstimulation. She thrives when you're pushed too far. Tears streaming, legs shaking, still begging for “just one more.” She wants you to be completely wrecked. Be sure that she'll not let you go until she makes you cum four times at least.

👠 Her favourite position would be 69: since she enjoys giving pleasure along with receiving at the same time. Scissoring / Grinding is also on the table– She’s all about skin-to-skin, chasing friction, messy kisses, and collapsing into giggles after the high.

Valentino

🦋 Degradation + Ownership

Val gets off on calling you his “slut,” “toy,” “doll.” He mixes it with endearments like “sugar” or “baby” so it feels like both an insult and a compliment. He wants you ruined but still begging for him.

🦋 Semi-Public/ Public Play. He lives for an audience. Mirrors, open windows, crowded rooms—he doesn’t care. The thrill of people finding you and him while he's claiming you feeds her possessive nature. The idea of people watching turns him on even more.

🦋 Drug/Sensory Play. Val might mix aphrodisiac fumes, smoke, or perfumes into play. He likes overwhelming your senses so you can’t think straight.

🦋 Doggy Style – His #1. He loves the control, the view, and the sound of skin slapping. Expect him to grab your hair, bend you low, and pound until your voice goes raw. If he's in a hurry he'll fuck you while you're standing, from behind – Against a wall, one hand on your throat, the other on your hip. He loves the raw power of holding you up.

[homunculus-argument]

Artfully layering an axe bodyspray deodorant and two different perfume oils to create a tasteful mixture of amber, oud, mint, lavender, moss and petrichor, producing a scent that smells exactly like damp, stale, rotting laundry.

[dreamsareliminalspaces-deactiva]

Reminds me of that tumblr user that made powdered milk with sparkling water and created instant spoiled milk

[homunculus-argument]

That was also me.

[adeline-wheat]

Do you know any other ways to speed ruin things?

[homunculus-argument]

I wish I knew any other way to do anything.

[summer-oil-inactive]

forced caretaking as a trope i think is like cocaine to people who know they need to be taken care of but have mental blocks in the way like yeah please do gently force me into a state of vulnerability so my body learns it is a safe thing to feel around you

[fluffiest-fox-kira]

This has gotta be a hit with the girlies who have always wanted something terrible to happen to them just so people realize they're in more misery than their outward appearance lets on

[am-i-interrupting]

i have the idea to finish the mean girls trio with Velvette. Velvette x Gretchen reader who is either her favorite model or her best stylist, and one day Velvette is ranting to either the other Vees or whoever and reader happens to hear and is just like "name?" and then within five minutes has enough blackmail to ruin this person's career. from that day on Gretchen reader is no longer just Velvette's favorite model or stylist, but also her go to blackmail supplier

🍗 anon

Velvette didn’t complain a lot, contraire to popular belief. She could be a bitch, yes, but she didn’t often complain without a reason.

You were one of the people she complained to when she complained about things she didn’t feel like bringing up to Vox or Valentino because they’d either blow it up too much or tell her to get over it.

Normally, it was stuff she was more than capable of handling.

Things like an incompetent employee or fabric coming in the wrong shade. Also the other Vs but you weren’t going to do much about that.

It was rare that she ranted about someone specific that wasn’t one of the Vs.

Today was an exception as she was angrily cutting up fabric.

It was also uncommon for her to physically do the work of sewing together an outfit, she normally just poofed it into existence and you had to figure out how the hell to make a pattern that could be mass produced.

Still, old habits die hard even after death and she found the process somewhat calming.

You just listened to her complain about this one specific influencer who’d somehow made it into the public eye and was being a fucking nuisance to her specifically.

You’d heard about them before but you heard and knew about most people.

Anyone even slightly relevant made it onto your radar and you filed information away about them via gossip and a tad bit of sleep deprived stalking.

What were you supposed to do when you weren’t working but couldn’t sleep? Take a sedative? That shit induces nightmares.

After work ended you compiled your information about this specific person and sent it in a document that very night to Velvette.

She is absolutely gobsmacked at how much information you had on this person without even really trying.

She gives it anonymously to a popular drama account.

Shit hits the fan for the poor soul.

She starts making a habit of complaining about people who annoy her on mild levels more often and you never fail to disappoint with the information you give her.

She might even thank you for it but revamping your wardrobe or taking you out to dinner or. . . other acts of service.

[dailycatsblog]

[michaelmyersmybeloved]

Where he fumkin ear

[homunculus-argument]

Spiritually, 3 am is the darkest hour of the night. The people who stay up late but not insanely late have gone to bed, people who wake up early but not insanely early are yet to wake up. The only people who are awake are the night shift, and the insane.

[michaelmyersmybeloved]

Fellow nightshift workers unite

[theconcealedweapon]

[dead-blog-go-to-artgoddex-deact]

ULTIMATE "OH FUCK I JUST GOT MY FIRST APARTMENT AND ALL I HAVE IS ONE CHANGE OF CLOTHES AND A THIRD SOCK" CHECKLIST

CLEANING

Dish soap

Laundry detergent

All-purpose cleaner

Hand soap

Broom

Mop

Wash cloths / rags

Vacuum

Dustpan

Lint roller

Sponges

KITCHENWARE

Plates

Bowls

Spoons

Forks

Knives

Glasses

Mugs

Tongs

Spatula

Plastic wrap

Ziplock baggies

Garbage bags

Paper towel

Tupperware

Ice tray

Oven mitts

Potato peeler

Mixing bowls

Frying pan

Pot

Baking sheet

Whisk

Stirring spoons / ladels

Tea infuser ball

Measuring cups

Strainer

Cutting board

Coffee maker

Kettle

Toaster

Magnets

Dry erase markers

Sticky notes

Microwave

Wire sponge

Trash bin

Recycling bin

Rubber gloves

Silverware organizer

Measuring spoons

Aluminum foil

Wax paper

Can opener

Bottle opener

Containers for salt, sugar, flour, etc.

LIVINGROOM

Sofa

Rocking chair (you know you want one)

Loveseat

Coasters

Blankets

Throw pillows

Coffee table

Book shelves

TV

TV stand

Floor lamp

End table

Stereo system / radio

BEDROOM

Mattress

Box spring

Bedframe

Linens

Sheets

Comforter

Hangers

Laundry hamper

Trash bin

Curtains

Pillows

Pillow cases

Night table

Alarm clock

Lamp

Dresser

Coat rack

Desk / vanity

Comfy chairs

DININGROOM

Dining table

Minimum of 2 chairs

Coasters

Placemat

Tablecloth

Tea lights /candles and candle holders

BATHROOM

Face clothes

Towel

Soap bar

Body wash

Shampoo

Conditioner

Tissues

Toilet paper

Trash bin

Plunger

Toilet cleaner

Cold, flu, pain, and allergy meds

Hydrogen peroxide

Antibacterial ointment

First-Aid kit

Tweezers

Nail clippers

Band-aids

Shower rod

Shower curtain

Toothbrush

Toothpaste

Floss

Period products

Bathmat

Air freshener

Trash bin

Towel rod

Towels

MISCELLANEOUS

Elastic bands

Stapler

Stables

Paper clips

Needles and thread

AA / AAA batteries

Light bulbs

Extension cords

Scotch tape

Duct tape

Shovel

Rake (if you have a yard)

Stain remover

Jar of courters for laundry mat

Screw drivers

Hammer

Nails

Sticky tack

Screws

Box cutter / X-acto

Pliers

Wrench

Pens

Paper

Pencils

Pencil sharpener

Eraser

Welcome matt

Shoe rack

Coat rack

Flashlight

Flashlight batteries

Watch batteries

Rechargeable batteries and charger

Safe place to discard dead batteries

Candles

Matches

Lighter

Mini travel fans

Real fans

Emergency Survival kit

Fire extinguisher

Landline phone

Window air conditioner

Carbon monoxide alarm

Fire alarm

FOOD STUFF

Mustard

Ketchup

Mayo

Salt

Pepper

Baking soda

Flour

Eggs

Milk

Bread

Olive oil

Tea

Jam

Peanut-butter

Coffee grounds

Cereal

Rice

Pasta

Vegetable soup

Tomato sauce

Frozen vegetables

Crackers

Chickpeas / lentils

Apples

Oranges

Granola bars

Juice

Hot chocolate mix

Frozen meats

[bestofrae]

lavendersucculents im keeping this for future reference

[michaelmyersmybeloved]

Moving out in a couple months wish me luck guys 😭‼️

[l0vesickpuppy]

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