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  • mbmb x pjsk by barkbarkruffidiot
    barkbarkruffidiot
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      Parts 3
    why did I do this😊🥳 MBMB BELONGS TO YELLOW EMERALD!! WATCH IT!! ITS FUNNY
  • Monsters Before Midnight by Riptideus
    Riptideus
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    Jacques Olive has had the most spoiled, best life possible. In the city of Dustingold, you're either being graced and pampered or living in the rotten subdivisions, with warm black water that can be confused with tar. When Jacques's parents go missing the sun burns with a deadly halo around it, and monsters begin to appear. Jacques must find his parents and survive, but even navigating around Dustingold could almost kill him. Will he make it out in with his morals unharmed? Or will he end up as monstrous as the environment around himself?
  • Osc Art Book by barkbarkruffidiot
    barkbarkruffidiot
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      Parts 7
    The old cover.. ......
  • My Boyish Maid by OpenMineDead
    OpenMineDead
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      Parts 1
    PAANO KUNG MAGKAROON KAYO NG MAID NA BOYISH? PAANO KUNG AYAW MO SA MAINGAY AT MAKALAT NA SIYA NAMANG UGALI NG BAGO NIYONG KASAMBAHAY... MATITIIS MO BA SYANG PAKISAMAHAN KUNG NAPAKAINGAY AT NAPAKA KALAT NYA O BAKA HINDI MO MATIIS NA PALAYASIN NALANG SYA. _______ PAANO KUNG HUMILING SAYO ANG BOSS MO NA BAGUHIN MO DAW ANG ANAK NIYANG CASSANOVA DAHIL NAKIKITA NYA DAW NA KAYA MO ITONG BAGUHIN... PAPAYAG KABA? KUNG PAPAYAG KA PAANO NA ANG GIRLFRIEND MO?... 6/25/21 1:49 Pm.
  • My Brightest Moon  by BRIMOFAR
    BRIMOFAR
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      Parts 6
    I, Crestell Vier Foronda-student novelist, desires to be a prominent Photojournalist. I felt no excitement when I was introduced in this World; where, you were tasked to search for a cruciality and purposes of your life. I was delivered without my consent, I was produced and forced to be a researcher of a journey I never asked to have. Prevailance from my hindrances doesn't signifies freedom; shrinkage of my warfares lightens the bruises, scars was marked on soft textured skin and penetrates towards my heart. It seems like running away from unawareness ;trying not to look to blinding light-light that depicts reality-light that makes us fool, even though it provides assurance. Everything was crazy, until I met someone who smashed this bulb for me; it's completely different. Cold breeze held my warmth, therapeutic silence made me embrace these uncertainties. Unfortunately, when he smashed it-he left me. Alone in the darkness. Alone where we built dreams together.