i got yelled at by this substitute teacher who only speaks french so after i closed my chrome i would smile at him and call him slurs and cuss him out in english in a polite tone so he would think i was being nice
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i got yelled at by this substitute teacher who only speaks french so after i closed my chrome i would smile at him and call him slurs and cuss him out in english in a polite tone so he would think i was being nice
By Jerome Caskets
Part three! (These are all from the Phasmophobia-based RP @pychohugger and I are currently doing, which is REALLY getting interesting and, uh... bad for Swap, whose human name is “Arthur” (I came up with it :3))
(Gaster gang and their human versions belong to @bun-bunmuse )
(Evil gang and their human/ghost versions belong to @pychohugger)
(All art is mine)
As you can see, I love drawing Swap. For some reason. Even though his hair is a pain to draw correctly.
Las personas piensan que somos raros. Simplemente me gustas mucho, lo sabes muy bien y lo usas para controlarme, así que yo también lo hago. Estamos en una relación muy rara y extraña, nos lastimamos el uno al otro y nos aferramos el uno al otro... Me tienes sintiéndome como una sicópata.
DARK- tbh you should write some Norman Bates fluff for our good friend Crypt
tbh....???? I should.
Norman rolls over in bed to look at his partner. They’re beautiful, unlike anything or anyone he’s ever seen. Even the movie stars couldn’t compare. “Hey,” He says softly, interrupting their reading. “What’s up?” They ask, turning to him with a smile. “You like me right? I mean, you still like me?”
They chuckle, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “Yes, I still like you.” They tell him. He nods, turns back to look at the ceiling. He’s not satisfied with their answer though, so he pushed the question. “But I mean, you like me, like me, right?” At this, they out right laugh. “Yes Norman, I like you, like you. Some might even say I love you.” Norman smiles at this confirmation. “I love you too.” He says, “Good,” They reply, “That’s all I ask of you.”
leipzig 2019