@bluebaby4120
I love all of the absolute nonsense comment chains I started when I was like 13 on here that are still getting absolute nonsense replies
Watch all the followers I haven't interacted with in years unfollow me cause I haven't given any sign I still use this
New book dropping, WIP while I get ideas but enjoy the first chapter.
It's a potential oneshot book of my oc Theo? But who knows what it could turn into, make sure to give feedback and tell me your thoughts.
Til next time~
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Ive been getting a lot of replies on my YouTube comments from those bots that have the username like "click on my channel for a fun time ;)" BUT THEYRE LEGITIMATE THOUGHT OUT REPLIES AND ITS LIKE I DIDNT KNOW YALL WERE ACTUAL PEOPLE
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
How can one game cause so much pain
I did not allow myself to get attached to Arthur Morgan just for him to be ripped away from me like this
These Arthur Morgan x reader authors are playing with my emotions in a way I do not appreciate
I looked up Arthur Morgan x reader as a joke guys... But bro...
I don't think it's a joke anymore...
Thinking abt writing a one-shot book, nothing long just some free doodle kink shit or whatever, lmk if I should
Part one: prompt
Small warning, mentions of child passings
Youth is not something we can hold forever, time passes and things age. Everything does. The sky, the birds. The trees, the grass. Even the tiniest of animal life grows grey at some point.
Some, however, don't get the opportunity.
Taken to soon and without warning, their soft, innocent vessels placed into the forever aging ground that they will forever get to walk on. Unaware of the sins of the world, yet being the most affected by them. They will be with the earth long after we will, its their home. All they've ever gotten to know.
Youth, however, seems to attract youth, such is the way of life. The forgotten youth makes friends with the mirrored images of themselves, the ones they never got to be, and never will be. Dreaming of what once was. The lost youth will sit and tell stories with the new, passing down their dreams until... The new no longer can be classified as youth. And the forgotten?
Nothing lasts forever.