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[lohotine]

I might finish day 5 soon, but I dont know. My head really hurts ( ；∀；)

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Ggggggg sorry for not updating, I have a fever and its really hot where I live rn

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im absolutely in love with your recent harumasa writing…it was so peak me thinks :3 if you don’t mind, may i request harumasa x reader nsfw? to be a little more specific, after a long day of work reader and haru wind down with gentle fucking ausyaua, pls take ur time! ^^

Now I do believe I missed the part where it said gentle nsfw, but I DID still write something...

Anyway, thank you for the ask! I may have to get to work writing another scenario that matches the ask better. (・・;)

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[lohotine]

New to your account from that Harumasa drabble because holy hell, I've been hoping to see something like that for so long on this tag no matter how short it is. Thank you for the full course meal + dessert 🙏

No problem! Thanks for the read, nonnie

Seems like the Harumasa tag isnt very popular as of late, though...

Hoping to bring more fics to that desolate place in the future

- Lohotine

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Who's your favorite forsaken killer and survivor and why?

Omg this was asked like months ago and im only seeing it now because I was going through my 200+ ASKS (BTW).

Cough

Anyway gameplay wise, I really enjoy playing Noli. But I main Coolkidd because it's... easier...

But lore-wise, my favorite killer is definitely Azure (even though he isnt out yet). As you may know, I am a very heavy azuretime enjoyer.

I also think iTrapped is cool

In game, i like Noli

My favorite survivor to play is probably Two Time or Elliot. I play Two Time more but when I start sucking really bad I switch to Elliot and suck even more!!

Lore-wise, I like Two time. Dusekkar is also cool

[caroleyre]

A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A small box is attached with a note from escort trainee Capri Gryffon. Inside is a large meal. The note reads: “Hopefully we can be friends."

The sun was falling on her forehead without actually touching her. They've run out of warmth, but at least light was still there every morning, making sense of everything. It was strange, breathing deep breaths of air and watching still water surround them threateningly from just a few meters away, her legs hanging lifelessly. As much as she didn't want it, Regan felt weary and the tension of the arena was finally getting to her, teaching her a lesson of what is fun and what is lethal. She missed her confidence that drowned somewhere along the way, and the restlessness and lack of fear when facing about anything. Now, she was counting the seconds until Lola would return to their newly found safe zone. Now, even with a knife in her hands, fear no longer passed by her like air. Even though the only one she had to fear was herself and even though she knew she was the best and as long as she had that golden dagger in her control, nobody would change that, the blonde still counted the seconds until one of her allies returned to the new meeting spot. How can a person be surrounded by an ocean and still feel thirsty? She couldn't stand that water and, at the same time, there she was, craving it. As if reading her mind, a parachute plunged near her, getting caught in the railing Regan was leaning against to watch the sun raise closer to the sea under her feet. She turned her eyes to the box and hoped it would be a new canteen, since she's lost the last one. Yet, she was less eager than before, this time taking it one step at a time and reaching for the note to read it. The name was not one she has heard before, but regardless, she still smiled like it was an old friend. Though exhausted, Regan knew better than to show indifference. "We are friends already, Capri," she nodded firmly, giving her best performance with a studied kindness that used to be her approach when it came to people in general. She was friendly, but not their friend. Nonchalantly, she disposed of the note in the water and grabbed the silver box that came with it, surprised to find warm food inside. It looked like a real feast, and she knew she was going to share it with the other girls as well, considering how much of it there was. Placing it next to her, she took a French fry and started chewing, more out of boredom than because she was hungry. Out of all the things in the world, at least she wouldn't die or get close to death hungry in the Hunger Games. She didn't know Capri, but, for that alone, he deserved the kindness.