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banscythe mentioned

my special interest as of recent...... i need more content to chew on ive scrolled through ao3, tumblr and twitter

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Shedletsky blinked at the screen, the game's code running on it. He wasn't the one for the code, but he had some knowledge. Meanwhile, David, the one on the chair with his hands on the keyboard, was looking through it all slowly. "I'm thinking of getting a drink later," Shedletsky starts, horribly if he could add, "wanna come along?" David chuckled and turned to look at the man hunched back beside him to joke, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to do something to me."

God, he wish that was true. John blinked a few times before scratching his neck a bit. The only thing he could think of as a reply was, "You wish." Was he trying to fuck it up intentionally? David only laughed. "Yeah, sure," his right hand sat on his lap, "I'll see you at yours tonight."

"M—wait, mine?" Say sike, David.

"Why not?" He did not say sike.

"...sure, I guess," he was fucking it up definitely.

He didn't know when, where, or how it happened specifically, but John ended up under David, with the latter's hands under his shirt. They both reeked of alcohol, grasping at each others hair and clothes like they would never get this chance again, which would likely be the case. They kept pushing off for air but immediately diving in back for each other's mouths, tongues wrapping around each other in a desperate dance.

They pulled apart for the final time and both men began panting. John stared up with love while David looked down with confusion, the move that they just pulled off scrambling with his feeling of responsibility. "I," David cleared his throat, getting up from hovering over the brunette, "I should go." Shedletsky frowned, "Because of the kiss? And what about the fact that you're drunk? You can't drive like this."

David sighed and opened the apartment door anyway, "I'll manage. See you later." And with that, John was left alone on the couch with a click of his door.

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mysteriously banscythe shaped orb appears

eyes emoji. pondering my new banscythe orb......

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ok hey throws these at you which one do you fw so i can put u and esters responses on a wheel. and gamble

4 5 and 6 [debatably 3, if 3 PLEASE DONT MAKE ME KRIS i dont ljke how he looks here]

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knowing my friend has mudboowl as hxs friend and is a princezam mod is like knowing a college principal on a personal level you dont know how the fuck you have mutual connections but youre into whatever the fuck is friendship is

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the only politics im interested in that are happening at the us is deny defend depose because holy shit bro hello??? you go my guy

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Chance and iTrapped had just come back from a hang out together, nothing out of the ordinary for them. They decided to crash at iTrapped’s home for the night. “Man, I’m gonna need a break after that much fun,” Chance spoke first (as usual) as he took off his shoes and put them to the side, walking towards the couch and throwing himself on it, his usual smirk playing on his face. iTrapped locked the door as he stared at him, wishing he could wipe it off his face. It wasn't like he wasn’t going to soon. “C’mon, Trap,” Chance patted next to him, “you need to sit down as well after all that adrenaline.” He did, after losing again to him. “You’re gonna have to pay me back for that,” he replied, sitting down on a stool next to the open-kitchen counter, watching as the other laughed. Each laugh and smile Chance gave made him want to choke him even more than the last. iTrapped got up and walked, “I’m going to get something, give me a second.” Chance replied, sinking into the couch, “Take your time.”

iTrapped ignored him and walked into his room, opening the wardrobe and landing his eyes on the Darkheart sword. He couldn't believe he made a deal with one of the actual swords, but as long as he got him bleeding and dying, he didn’t care. He reached for the sword and walked back into the living room. Once he reached eyesight, Chance smiled softly at him. “Hey, Trap, you're gonna lose next… uh, what’s the sword for, buddy?” his voice faded from joy to nervousness. It filled him with glee knowing he finally got him to be scared. “Oh, nothing much, just your grave,” he answered. “You’re kidding right?” Chance huffed a nervous laugh, but seeing his unfaltering expression made him shift backwards, away from iTrapped, slightly. There was a moment of silence before Chance flipped the table towards him and sprinted to the door as iTrapped went and locked the backyard doors and charged at Chance.

He pushed him back when he realized the door was locked and ran to the couch, picking up a vase on the table next to it and throwing it, but the other smashed it with the sword, swinging it to the side. “Make this quick for me and stay still, Chance,” iTrapped was sick of him, gripping the sword and hoping he would be gullible enough to dodge in a way that he’d be able to quickly kill him. Chance, on the other hand, was terrified, moving on instinct and, if you asked him, ‘luck,’ “You—you’re literally going to murder me and you expect me to wait and bleed out?!” “Yes,” he walked towards him, relishing in the other’s horror as he stepped back, “It would be nice if you did so. For your friend.” He watched as Chance let his shoulders drop slightly. It was good that he still had him wrapped around his finger. He raised his sword and slashed at him, a smile forming on his face as he heard his pained shout.

He took his unfocused state to his advantage and kicked him onto the floor, kneeling down and pressing his foot onto the new wound on his chest, ignoring his hisses and screams. “I have never liked you, Chance, not one bit,” he brought the Darkheart to his chest and pushed it down just to break skin, “and I will enjoy watching you die right here, because of your stupidity.” Chance at that point began sobbing from the pain. iTrapped looked at him for a bit, then spoke up again, “Goodbye.” He pushed it down completely, the sound of metal meeting flesh echoing through the room, then pulled it out of him, standing up and watching as blood poured out of his chest, as Chance tried reaching for him, and as Chance became lifeless. He looked up at the room around him, a mess from the other trying to protect himself. He sighed as he unlocked the backyard doors, and decided it would be best if he began cleaning up by getting rid of Chance’s body first.