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"vore daddy-o" i HATE this family

Oh then you won’t believe what I’m going to do next >;)

#ohhh buddy #mannimarcco #watch out vore dad #angies asks

Anyways I can't believe bioware thinks I'm a straight™

joints make multiple different types of sounds. Some of them are happy noises. some of them are not happy noises. they are all so similar.

#joints #ohhh buddy #ow

Brb cackling 🤣

#love that 🤣🤣#ohhh buddy #xue yang babe you're a mess

Rp starter - @the-game-warden

Well this was new.

Jake had been wandering through the fog between trials, curious about what all was different from... Whatever it was he'd left. A lot of it seemed mostly the same. He found plenty of realms that were familiar to him, realms of killers he recognized and remembered. This realm was different. The fog had gradually given way to something that looked like a huge garden. Manicured bushes and trellises surrounded him on all sides, each one absolutely covered in pure white roses. It was definitely nothing he'd ever seen before. Out of curiosity he picked one of the roses, frowning as the flower immediately wilted in his hand. Something that was far too warm and viscous to be sap leaked out from it, staining his hand red wherever it touched. Maybe he shouldn't be here. Jake turned around to leave, only to be faced with a forked path. Which way did he come in from, anyway?

In his realm, Kit was often all alone.

Sometimes other killers wandered in, explored, but they never stayed. Survivors never wandered in his realm - likely from being unable to find it, he was certain, but the loneliness never stopped echoing in his mind between the trials. It was why he wandered so much himself; he couldn’t stand being alone in that garden, no matter how gorgeous and sculpted it was.

He’d just completed a trial - two kills he’d earned - and was roaming the endless maze of roses when he felt a disturbance within his realm; another presence had entered. Another killer, most likely. If he approached, it was likely they would leave; it wasn’t often that a fellow killer entertained his advances, after all. He was too much like a certain survivor to stir any real interest in those that weren’t already infatuated with Dwight Fairfield.

Still, he found himself approaching the entrance, only pausing in his tracks when he recognized the black fluff of hair sitting atop the intruder’s head, his back to the killer. Jake? His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. His heart throbbed in his chest, memories rushing back to his head as he stared at that familiar form, that unmistakable flannel he wore from time to time.

No survivor ever came to his realm. So why was he here?

Kit swallowed, for once found completely speechless. Was it you? he thought, seeking the whispers of the Entity, but she was silent in his head. She always was when he was free of a trial, and in the moment, it frustrated him. His heart started to race, and he hesitated before he slipped his knife into his pocket, adjusting his tie with shaky fingers. It had to be him. It was -- there was no way it wasn’t, right?

His voice was uncharacteristically nervous as he spoke up, cloyingly thick with hope.

“Jake?”

#the-game-warden #the-killer-kit #rp #ohhh buddy #you are one sad little man #thinkin every jake could be yours again #smh

ooohhhhhhh I am beyond pissed guitar teacher subbed for a couple kids last weekend except he was 15 minutes late AND kept her 5 minutes over so the next kid only got a 25 minute lesson. I marked him down for this so Shannon could pay him accordingly he has the fucking nerrrrrve to email Shannon (which I can see) and tell her he "may have been 10 minutes late" but that his sub students "received their full lesson" and he should be paid in full which is some true horseshit so of course I emailed Shannon immediately and was like nooooo here's what REALLY happened

#I cannot believe this fucking douche #ohhh buddy #I wouldn't even expect this shit from the guitar teacher I usually have issues with