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[baby-blues-and-pastel-hues]

I like the idea that grunts are aware of humans playing the game. (From saltymongoose)

And just. I want phobos to praise me in many ways

oh yes, , , what if it escalates, , ,

phobos stroking himself to the thought of you, making sure that you can hear his whines and groans (You just think it's someone dying). Him spilling ropes of his godly cum over your shrine, the salty scent adding to the aroma of incence and flowers. . .

[sad-boy-hank]

Dead Girls

by Salemn

for @saltymongoose

TW: Assumed contemplation, killing

Reader was always sweet.

The music they sang though. . . It made Hank stop in his tracks, confusing the bandits he fought.

"I, your name, do solemnly swear, not to off myself, think about offing myself, or continue thinking about offing myself without reaching out for help, after listening to this song."

"P. . . player?" Oh, the poor dear. . . his player, his darling, wanted to hurt themself in that way?

The bandits stopped as well, whispering amongst themselves.

"Wha wassat?"

Hank shook their head and dove back into the fray, the screams of his enemies no more musical than your voice, cooing at him between verses. "- dead! Better dead! Gun against your head, you like 'em dead!"

This had to be a cry for help, no way it wasn't, Hank needed to help before it got-

"Well, sorry for the dark tone. What can I say, Penelope Scott is muh jam! Next up is. . . let's see, chat. . . Cigarette Ahegao! One of my faves!"

Oh.

It was just some stupid song.

Hank shook their head again. "Jesus, player, don't scare me like that!"