Sep 25, 2024
Clingy Gobbo ~ For @auroraemberneko
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Clingy Gobbo ~ For @auroraemberneko
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when did i make this? god only knows. about time i posted somthing ya know?
Yet another thingy >:3
In the Hall of the Mountain King: Tribbles Edition
(Sorry Im also a shit video editor)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 永遠的第一名 | We Best Love (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gao Shide/Zhou Shuyi Characters: Gao Shide, Zhou Shuyi (We Best Love) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Short Summary:
A short Shi De/DeYi character study with hurt/comfort, inspired by a video and lyrics linked in A/N.
"Shi De’s long learned it: That being Shi De – however much he wished it didn’t – it means this:
Those memories are never far, but always ready, right below his skin.
Memories of how he was, all those days and every one of them, with Shu Yi gone."
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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oh fuck might have gotten hacked
the roses
they drew me in, with soft hums.
their color bled crimson, like the flesh of
my woes.
my body, curled up in their bed
begging for warmth.
but the roses, they had teeth.
and they entangled themselves, limb by limb
until my crimson laced fears,
mixed with theirs and we were one.
“poor child,” their whispers caressing my ears,
while their fangs sunk into my skin.
“no one ever told you, to never mistaken
the invitation of your demons,
as a home.”