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Mr Maker & The Sexy Shapes by honeyharley7
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Mr maker daddy
Not So Weird After All by pinkpilling
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Jacob teaches the children about how sexualities and genders are okay to explore.
Blade by BASC_3790
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM TAYLOR SWIFT'S 'BAD BLOOD' MUSIC VIDEO. MY OC'S WILL BE STATED IN THE INTRODUCTION. ~~~~~/~~~~~/~~~~~/~~~~~ This is the story of a girl who was born with the gift to kill. Designed in a lab, her DNA genes were taken from 1000 different killers memory cells in their brains and implanted into an egg cell from a dying female murderer. Then, they asked a very brave woman to be the surrogate mother to the girl and that on the night she went into labour, she called the lab so they could collect their experiment. Amelia Justice had never been a mother before but accepted the child's fate, knowing there was nothing she could do to change the fate of time. But when she heard of Bad Blood Training, she knew the child would be safe there and would receive the proper care and training she needed. However, the developers from the lab came the night that Amelia began to go into labour and so they took the child, leaving Amelia to bleed to death in her apartment, only caring about their experiment. So what will happen when Lucky Fiori hears of this girl and sets out to rescue her? Will the girl begin to trust humans again and fall in love with Lucky? Or will her genetic instincts kick in, forcing Bad Blood to terminate her. Read Blade to find out.
Beastly || Andy Biersack by thesonsofnight
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"You only care about yourself." I snapped. His face softened. "That's not true." Such a lie. He had no shame in lying to my face, nor did he have shame in his behavior or actions towards me. He was selfish. He only cared about himself and no one around him. The games he played with my head. The things he said to my face. Everything he's done to me has broken me more than I already was, so why was I still here? Why was I here with him? Why was I thinking about him and thinking of his feelings instead of my own? "I care about one thing." "What's that?" I asked gently. "You."