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erm. hi? I literally JUST remembered I still have this account.

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this message may be offensive 
in concerns to the wilbur soot drama:
          I no longer associate myself with the mcyt/dsmp fandom anyways, but it is still largely important to acknowledge that wilbur is so fucking wrong for that. all my love and support for shelby. if you find comments or content of wilbur that i have commented on or liked/shared/voted on,
          a) that was before any of this surfaced
          b) I do not condone his actions now that I am aware
          c) I no longer find him attractive in any way, shape, or form, and do not associate my “brand” with him.
          although I am aware that characters are different than the streamers, I will be taking down the one short (unfinished) series I wrote for his dsmp character on tumblr.

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also idk if anyone rlly cares but I was thinking of also writing a kind of angsty oneshot where it’s like carmy (the bear) x reader, but based on the song I Don’t Miss You at All by FINNEAS, so he and the reader had like recently broken up but as they spend time apart they realise how much they truly need each other, for better or for worse—and if I do write it I’m not decided whether I’ll have angst with comfort (they get back together) or no comfort…

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heyyy guys what’s up I’m back for my monthly (?) update LMAO  but anyways I’m working on a request I got on tumblr recently and I already posted this little except there but here it is on wattpad!
          (below: excerpt of upcoming oneshot, “crying lightning,” brad bakshi x reader)
          
          
          “You don’t even have like a flimsy little umbrella or something? A raincoat? Nothing?” He hung his head slightly lower, talking with an air of disbelief.
          
          “Does it look like it, Bakshi?” You held your hands up and swiveled around in the chair a little, glancing quickly around the room with furrowed brows. “If I had either of those I would have left already.”
          
          “I don’t know what goes through your mind,” He scoffed again. “I’m not a lowly writer. I’m the HOMIE.”
          
          You didn’t really have any words. You wanted to so desperately insult him but you knew he would easily be able to destroy you with less effort. Instead you opted for just biting your tongue.
          
          “Whatever. I’ll probably just wait it out. Even if it means I have to sleep in my office.” You moved your chair closer to the desk and laid your forehead down, quietly groaning in defeat.
          
          Although you couldn’t see him, you could tell Brad was fidgeting slightly from where he stood in the doorway. The rain pattered onto the pavement outside, but you could hear the slight rustle of whatever sweater he was wearing, the tapping of his shoe on the carpeted floor, the liquid he swirled around in his mug. Eventually he spoke.
          
          “Did you…” He trailed off, clearly reluctant. “Did you need a ride?”