#sellme

[rowanashings]

8.42

“If sellme ever gets within 100 miles of me I’ll nail his balls to the wall”

*goes home*

*sellme is literally in her FUCKING HOUSE*

[huguenotofficial]

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[im-your-fucking-dad]

Wake up Leave the nightmare hellscape of my dreams. I am shaking. I’m covered in piss. I’m covered in blood. Typical. But something is off, something is… Oh great I’m dressed as a carnival barker. These aren’t my pajamas. My pajamas have feet and power rangers on them. Wait. Where are the stale pizza roles I leave on my nightstand for a morning treat. Wait. Why am I in a huge red and white tent. Frisk Maynow realized the scene around him. It washed over him lake a wave of sour loads…he was an unwitting participant of….a FUCK CIRCUS. Beasts and birds, crips and bloods, old boys and young men, all sex-blastin each other real good to please the masses. The crowd was a grotesque, mashed horde of sloshed simians, lapping up the cream juices that spill from the pit. They fucking loved this shit. Frisk came back into himself, focusing in on the lumbering beast swaying toward him. “Which of god’s forsaken beasts are you?”-asked the cowering Frisk “I’m a fucking elephant sweet child of adam, and I shall have my tribute.” The elephant jammed his nose-dick way up frisk’s butt. The crowd erupted at the carnage. They threw roses to show their appreciation of the art form. They threw frozen cans of clams with intent to injure. Frisk was tossed to the ground like a used condom. A horse ran up and bit his dick real quick just for good measure. Loose, open, and utterly mashed, Frisk seemed to have one foot in the afterlife. “oh god is see hell”-murmured Frisk “I will be jaked for millions of years down there. No good” Frisk staggered to his feet. The crowd booed him furiously, calling him “Christ killer” and “bistro boy”. A malicious man with a whip in his hand approached adjacent, crackin’ and smackin’. Frisk, moving quicker than my bedroom endurance, wrestled the whip from the villain and stood in the center, addressing the crowd at large. “Boys, lady boys, my countrymen. Why must we give in to these urges, these rites of grotesque gluttony? Why must we debase the natural spirit of mankind in this play of despair? Why are animals speaking and, worse, fucking me gruesomely? Let us rise above the traditions set down by cruel men, and carve a path towards serenity and tight videogames!” The crowd fell to silence in repose. Then, like a creature with a single mind, the crowd descend down towards the tent floor. They moved with flood force veracity towards frisk. Then they just All of them Fucked him And fucked him Just a huge pile of fuckin’ Legends say he went straight to hell. Others say he was asking for it. Life is funny sometimes.