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Studio Killers - Eros and Apollo

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this is my anmiana oc they like to highstakes gamble and they have an adrenalin problem and also they eat dreams

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takumyaki replied to your post: takumyaki replied to your post corrin? ...

do you have any left over to share?

yeah! of course! they're a little less fresh than they could be but still just as good

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corrin?

i ate a lot of brownies

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OH SHIT I GOT A LETTER FROM SCOOT!!!

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a couple days ago i was folding laundry in the backroom of the kitchens. i’m not normally allowed or supposed to do the laundry in the backroom of the kitchens, but i was doing it anyways because i was hungry and i was hoping that the cooks would give me something. essentially, i was a dog waiting for scraps. anyways, back to the matter at hand. i shouldn’t’ve been in the backroom, but i was anyways, and that’s why when the head chef walked in, i hid. he got really mad and started yelling about lady corrin’s cape being on the table where he peels potatoes. i, however, was hiding behind multiple sacks of said potatoes.

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thats when he decided he was going to get the ingredients ready for dinner. “oh god, felicia, what the fuck” is what you’re probably thinking. i know. i also was freaking out. it was ALSO then that the MICE came out. “OH, GOD, FELICIA” is what you’re probably thinking NOW. now, i had both the head chef AND the mice after my ass.

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oranges

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Nut Bar —>

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The lights are dim. You are sitting in the back of the cafe, watching the stage, the only spotlight focused on a stool on center-stage. Suddenly, I walk out, acoustic guitar in hand. I settle myself on the stool, and give the guitar one experimental strum. The cafe is quiet, waiting for me to start my song. I put my fingers on the fret, and begin to play the opening to Hotel California. A single tear slides down my cheek.

“This one…” I say in a hushed tone, “This one goes out to all my followers out there….”

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