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โ แดสษชษขษชษดแดส แดสแดสแดแดแดแดส. แดแดแดแดสแด แดสแดแดแดs. แดแด ษดษช. sสแดแดก สแดแดสษชแดs แดษดแด sแดแดสแดแด ษชแด แดแดแดษชแด ษชแดส.
โ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ด 21.
Joined September 2025
for the other man to wakeโif Sam had even slept at all, or instead feigned rest. He couldnโt blame the man, were that the case.
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twirling out of two mugs and blending together. Damien hadnโt made coffee for two since Matt was alive. Nausea settled into his stomach at the thought, grief manifested in physical sensation; he set the mugs on the unstable kitchen table instead of addressing it, and waited โ
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shuffled to the kitchen, drenched fabric clinging to his skin uncomfortablyโan insect stuck in molt, unable to peel its excess away. He shook his hands out in front of him, and ignored the sensation until the smell of coffee filled the air. Bitter and bold, ribbons of steam โ
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nightmare. It had been of the desert again; it usually was. His shirt was soaked through with sweat. On any other morning, heโd have shed it already, but Sam was on his couchโa stranger, someone he knew nothing of but his name. Damien pushed himself off the mattress and โ
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โ Damienโs eyes snapped open. There was natural light in the apartment, blankets of sun draped gently over the walls and flooding through the curtainsโwhich meant he had fallen asleep, at some point. He sat up, running a hand over his face to disperse the impression of his โ
โ Once the other, Damien he quickly told himself, spoke, he felt the need to argue, or at least insist upon it. Sam felt that it was the least he could do in return, especially given the state of not only the owner, but of his home. While he was not judgmental, +
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too muchโit always was. โIโveโฆ Iโve killed a lot of people. Donโt recognize who those men were, or why they want me deadโbut they probably have good reason to. โLife for life, eye for eye.โ I canโt blame them.โ
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caked beneath his fingernails. Damien sat up suddenly. He felt cold, as if ice had set into his lungs, freezing them over to prevent breath. โFuck,โ was his answer, choked and hoarse. His arms wrapped around himself, nails clawing into his skin. Remembering was โ
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them, years of experiences and memories evaporating with the echo of a bullet. Skin sloughed from bones, tissue melted from the faces of his comrades. Shallow graves of innocents marked with wooden crosses, crudely-built and nailed together with his own shaking hands, blood โ
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The question to Damien was, more pertinently, what he didnโt do. Every time he fell asleep, he was met with the sight of it all: bodies littered across battlefields and beneath the rubble of once-prosperous cities. The glaze that coated a personโs eyes once life drained from โ
Shrapnel. Although there was no answer, the image that flashed in his mind was imprinted on his consciousness. โNo. Thatโs impossible right now.โ His voice grew quieter in the darkness, as if afraid that even the walls might betray them to their pursuers.
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hard enough without writers being dragged down for things as small as โpurple proseโโespecially for a fun hobby.ย most of the time, you can find examples of someoneโs writing on their account long before you initiate an interaction with them. use that to curate your space.
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at least to me, it's kinda icky to talk about other writers like they're purposefully extending their writing for the sake of aestheticsโespecially when you don't know them or why they're writing. people can experiment with their style in any way they want to, and english is +
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โ ( ooc. ) reminder that some people use rp to practice their writing and/or improve their english, and instead of judging someoneโs writing for any reason on here, you can instead just. not write with people whose writing styles you don't like
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โ revealedโthe other manโs fatigue, primarily. The shadows deepened the lines in the strangerโs expression, accentuated each weary drag of breath.ย โYou should rest.โ
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โ were less details in the irises, less emotions to attempt (and fail) to decipher. All that remained was the vague impression of a pupil, and somehow, that obscurity made human connection less difficult to him.ย As much as the night obscured, though, it also โ
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โHappened in the military. Shrapnel hit the wrong places, and now itโs allโฆ Yโknow.โ Damien leaned back into the mattress with another pained grunt, his vision straining to regard the man beside him. It was easier for him to make eye contact under the veil of darkness; there โ
Gilles silently thanked the stranger for his compliance. As soon as he entered the room, he locked the door and drew the curtain over the only window, plunging the place into darkness. There, pressing his forehead against the wall, he winced at every sound the man made from pain.
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if u hc a male character to be a trans man just to sexualize him and make him seem small and weak compared to his c!s male boyfriend i genuinely wish all the worst for u i hope u never know peace.
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โ โ โ โ โ๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐จ๐ข๐๐ง๐ฉ โ โ โ โ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐จ ๐ค๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ช๐ฎ โ โ โ โ ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ ๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ โ โ โ โ ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐.โ
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If there's a god out there, I'll kill him with my bare hands.
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โ โ โ โ โ โ SอOอMอEอOอNอEอ โ โ ๐ฒโฏโ ๐๐ธ โ โ โ โ t๊ฉ tโอe ๐ท๐๐ถ ๏ผอก๐๐๐
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