. . . and then I’m free? ( Spoilers )
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| Acc under co. CONTAINS IRON LUNG SPOILERS!!!! Written by Kieran. 18+ MDNI. (N)SFW. Writer is 22. Very hc based |
!!!NOT MARK FISCHBACH!!!
Joined February 2026
•The Convict ~ Consumed by the depths ~ A portrayal of the character ‘Convict’ from the game & film, ‘Iron Lung’. Written by Kieran. Dark themes ahead such as mürder, mental health issues, bIood, göre, etc. 18+ MDNI. (N)SFW. ( Edit by omn0m__ on tt ) More info below.
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/ / Please don’t forget about me in the meantime 🥺💜
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/ / I don’t know how many people will see this, but I may have to take a day or two off of this account 💔 I don’t want to get b@nned, and maybe the algorithm will reset in the time I take off
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/ / Getting very sleepy & a headache. Detailed replies tomorrow 🙂↕️💜
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/ / Can anyone see the tweets under my pinned that I made? I can’t for some reason 💔
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more of us. And I can’t imagine *all of us are completely doomed. . . It doesn’t make sense, logically. At least one of us has to be an outlier. Maybe it’s *us.”
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. . . . Hands on his hips. Teeth sinking into cheek. Deep in thought. There was still hope. . . there *had to be. Somehow—- someway—- *this surely couldn’t be the end? “It matters.” He said, finally. “If there’s two of us. . . That means there may be ++
“Yeah, I do. Writing down... I swear I have, but it never ..” Furrowing his brows, a surge of irritation biting at him. “...Maybe I imagine writing it down, or something, I don't know. Any progress I make- none of it 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, anyway .”
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temporarily replaced by curiosity, and intrigue. His attention had been captured. “. . . Really?” That begged the question. . . where were the others? . . .One thing at a time. “How many have there been?”
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was. . . reassuring. There was a constant, lingering fear in the back of his mind that the other might attack. That *everything was out to get him. But really—- was he wrong? Though it appeared as if he might have fallen asleep, Simon’s eyes snap open. Exhaustion ++
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Eyes had closed. A wave of exhaustion, much like the waves of an ocean threatened to pull him into the darkness & much craved 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 of sleep. The sound of fabric rustling alerted Simon to the fact that the other had decided to join him. The distance ++
“...I don't know, but ..” Does he dare.ᐣ Try to confide.ᐣ Simon paused, before slowly sitting down as well - opposite the other man. Keeping his distance, a lot of distance .. well, as much as he can, anyway. He takes a moment to contemplate his options, which weren't --
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“You haven’t. . . written it all down?” Inquired curiously. “Do you get the headaches, too? My head pounds so hard that my vision starts going spotty. It makes trying to *think all the more difficult.”
“I- ...I think it 𝒘𝒂𝒔 the col- uh, fish.. I've, um, tried to work it out, but ..” Sighing, seeming frustrated. “The more I try to- to think about it, I .. my head just, get's fuzzy.”
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