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Welp, I suppose now comes the time to try and be one of those popular writers that will get their fanfics mentioned in instagram comments and get fanart (I'm desperately trying to will myself to get my shit together and start rewriting DIBG.)
          	
          	I had 4 fucking books planned and I never gotten passed barely chapter 15 of the first book. Ugh.

connor_is_ballin

this message may be offensive 
Welp, I suppose now comes the time to try and be one of those popular writers that will get their fanfics mentioned in instagram comments and get fanart (I'm desperately trying to will myself to get my shit together and start rewriting DIBG.)
          
          I had 4 fucking books planned and I never gotten passed barely chapter 15 of the first book. Ugh.

connor_is_ballin

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Hey chat sorry i havent posted in a while, working on a villain x hero book for u guys that has a lot of norse mythology shit included in it so i hope you guy will be excited for a new book to read 
          
          Btw, this au isnt ur typical “oh the committee is treating you wrong” or “ur invisible to me cuz you’re a shadow in your siblings footsteps”
          
          Its not the typical prompt or scenario, but there you have it, should be out soon hopefully

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“I love you so much.” His voice is breathless and full of fear. “I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.” ------ tears fell harder at his words. “And I’ll love you forever,-“ His head slowly dropped, “-Even when I shouldn’t.”
          
          And for once, Quackity was at lost for words. All thoughts of doubt going quiet and slipping away from his mind, disappearing, the witch didn’t realise.
          
          A man who had passed his grades with flying colours, all above grade seven, now shrunken to nothing but a mess just because of a childish confession coming from his childhood crush.
          
          He expected this at some point, but…
          
          He didn’t expect it to be so sincere…
          
          And he found it stupid.
          
          He found it stupid how he could fall for some small words so simply.
          
          It was stupid.
          
          All of it.
          
          And yet, he couldn’t help the want and the desire to hear those words again.
          
          To hear those words specifically come from Wilbur.
          
          To hear those words without the sarcasm, without the joking hate, without the shyness and without the mockery.
          
          He wanted it sincere.
          
          He wanted to hear it come from Wilbur with pure passion.

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“Wilbur?” Quackity stayed still.
            
            The rain moved with the wind, now pelting into the witches eyes.
            
            The air had never smelt so clean before.
            
            “Do you..” He breathed, “Do you mean it?”
            
            And Wilbur didn’t hesitate to respond back so clearly, “Do I mean it? God… Quackity.. I don’t only mean it by using my brain, but I mean it by using my heart.” The vampire lifted his head as he made eye contact with the witch.
            
            Like blood mixing with red wine.
            
            “I want to do everything with you, Quackity.” The vampire grabbed the witches hands, putting them close to his chest, the raindrops slipping in between the cracks of their soft contact.
            
            Like a Syllablossom being shone on by sunlight.
            
            “I want to wake up with you every morning, to be in your gaze and for you to be in mine.”
            
            Like stars dotting the night sky.
            
            “I want to experience everything with you. To wake up with you, to fall asleep with you, to cook   with you and to go out with you. Everything, Quackity.”
            
            But alas, some highschool sweethearts don’t always stay together forever.
            
            A shooting star doesn’t stay in the sky forever.
            
            The sun goes down at some point and the flower will wilter.
            
            And the essence of blood will overpower the wine in the crystal glass.
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