evilO
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It's all I can see.
aka olive thought too hard abt abuse and mouthwashing
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dream tries to stay sober
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A high of 96 F and a low of 75 F. Scattered thunderstorms are expected throughout the day.
or: this episode of dnf fanfiction is called rain
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scott does drugs. yay
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!!TECHNICALLY DSMP, MAINLY DREBLR ROLEPLAY!!
Dream and Quackity talk.
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With the fish disappearing around where Rocma usually hunts, she decides to take up hunting elsewhere. She has no one to take care of Mafuyu for the day though, but luckily there is a certain orca who might be willing to.
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23 Nov 2025
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Shadow Milk choked on a sound— half moan, half sob. His hips lifted from the ruined sheets, arching, searching desperately for friction, for anything that might soothe the gnawing ache within him.
“I—” he stammered. “I haven’t— wanted anyone—” His breath caught, spine bowing sharply as Pure Vanilla sucked harder, tongue flicking mercilessly. “Not since— the silver tree.”
“Not in years— maybe centuries— I don’t know— I don’t care!” His head tipped back, his eyes wild, pupils blown so wide they devoured the color. “Only you. Only you. Do that again—”
Pure Vanilla let him go with a wet pop, his lips pulling back slick with saliva, a glisten coating the flushed blue bead. A thin line of wetness lingered as he licked his lips, his gaze heavy, unwavering.
“Oh, you poor thing,” he murmured, and the words rumbled from deep in his chest, heavy with something tender. They were not cruel, not mocking, but genuine. His breath was warm where it ghosted over Shadow Milk’s chest. “You’ve been taking care of yourself for so long…”
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- Part 2 of Quill's Freaky Fics
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25 Oct 2025
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Max never had a quite so lucky life, and it just dips further into hell when he's placed into a mental institution for children. He believes himself to be perfectly sane while an annoyingly go-lucky man says otherwise. Max will have to try to find different ways to leave if he ever wants to get out, even if it isn't the most wise choice.
No animals and/or people were harmed during the making of this story.(Apologies if the summary isn't very good, but I hope you care to take a look!)
Future A/N: WARNING, THIS FIC IS OLD AND HASN'T AGED THE BESTSeries
- Part 1 of Stay With Me
Bookmarked by evilO
04 Sep 2025
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i remember being deep into my camp camp hyperfixation during 2020 and stumbling upon this after going on the dadvid tag. this series broke me and i dont think ill ever find something like this ever again. and ive read it once
i wouldnt reccommend this to anyone not bc its bad but bc im sure itll break them like it did me. 100/10, favorite memory to look back on
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Painter and Sebastian hang out. That's it. I'm just sick of seeing everyone out for the poor computer's blood-
Inspired partially by Zlucky's Dunk Tank comic.
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27 Aug 2025
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She showed up at Kris’s door with her hood up and her tail twitching, smelling like smoke that wasn’t hers. She had one of her mother’s old flannels tied around her waist, the sleeves long and dragging. Kris didn’t ask. Just stepped aside.
Toriel, from the kitchen, poked her head out and said only: “Shoes off, dear. I just mopped.”
Like Susie belonged there.
Like she wasn’t a guest anymore.
Kris gave her the couch and curled up on Chariel. Susie protested, at first—“It’s your damn house, dude,” she said, “I can sleep on the floor, I’ve done it before”—but Kris was already half-buried in blankets and completely silent, which meant the conversation was over.
At some point, when the house had gone completely quiet and the shadows settled, Susie whispered:
“Hey.”
Kris shifted their head to look at her.
The moonlight caught her hair, the jagged edge of her teeth. Her eyes were clearer than they ever were at school. No posturing. No sneer. Just Susie. Bare and real in a borrowed T-shirt, her knees pulled up, her voice a rasp.
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i have extremely specific thoughts on krusie
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12 Jun 2025