OMG STFU I'M TRYNA GRIND ON COS. LET ME GRINDDDDDD /HJ

Want to whip out this absolute RELIC bc he needs to be tortured

Pov my Flame and Bigtail au

If your interested in this au, please send an ask!

So freaking real chat...

If they don't kiss what is the point /j

More articles that are also more recent!!

nytimes.com

Unknown Illness Kills Dozens in Congo as Experts Clash on Cause

The World Health Organization speculated that a mass poisoning event was behind the deaths of 60 people. But African experts suspect a more

https://www.afro.who.int/countries/democratic-republic-of-congo/news/democratic-republic-congo-deepens-investigation-cluster-illness-and-community-deaths-equateur?country=Democratic%20Republic%20of%20Congo&name=Democratic%20Republic%20of%20Congo

Hey guys so this disease called the crying disease that causes heavy internal bleeding and kills you with in hours of the first symptoms, was first reported in October (according to the Wold Health Organization) and is only reaching me now. So that means most likely not many people are aware of it, and I feel it needs to be spread around a lot more. We have no idea how it spreads and how to stop it. It's still killing and being recorded.

More recent articles as well:

AP News

A mystery illness in Congo has killed more than 50 people hours after they felt sick

Health experts say an unknown illness first discovered in three children who ate a bat has rapidly killed more than 50 people in northwester

This one was just posted over 12 hours ago

Just a reminder: if we're mutuals and if you wanna actually talk PLEASEEEEE for the love message me first bc I'm terrified of saying something wrong

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Guys I can't not draw dragons anymore its so ADDICTING!!!

anyway here's starsealer! A 6 year old Nightwing with foresight. They use They/them pronouns and eventually gets together with watermelon!! They really like stargazing (cliche considering they're a Nightwing but trust it's part of their lore.)

Also quick fun fact : they got their scar from their father after their mother passed away from illness. (More into that when I go more in depth of their lore)

Dw pookie I know I know

If I am talking to you and I start saying stuff like "Facinating" "interesting" "Splendid" "Exquisite" "indeed" or "Lovely" I am trying best okay. I want to engage in conversation I'm just dry.

HUZZAH!!! ❗❗❗❗🔥🔥🔥❗🔥❗🔥❗🔥❗🔥❗🔥❗🔥❗🔥❗🔥🔥❗🔥🔥❗🔥

OMG IM GRADUATING THERAPAY THIS WEEK 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Ah yes, so so sigma!!

MOURNING

Summary: Jax won't admit it, but he misses his friend Kaufmo, and the most healthy way to cope? Crying in Kaufmo's room away from everyone!

Notes: Yeah...longer than expected because of ✨️family drama✨️ and I needed to focus on my grades lol enjoy

@tadssstrange <- not the one I was working on, but I did finish this one

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Slowly creaking open the entrance to the Kaufmo's room, he flicked the lights, stepping into the clowns bedroom.  Paints, mini confetti bombs, fake daisys, all of his old stuff.

     The once clean floors and walls where still covered with his sloppy but still legible handwriting. Nobody had bothered to come to his room, yet until now. Jax couldn't bare to go.

     Steadily, the purple rabbit stepped his way to the old friends unmade bed. He hopped onto it and curled his legs up to his chess as he leaned against the wall, mourning his friends absents.

     Jax still remembered his silly little grins from just a week before, one of the only thinks that was nice in this digital hell. His favorite memories where their pranks on the others, hiding Zoobles parts, scaring Ragatha with centipedes, and even crashing an adventure if it wasn't much fun.

     Jax smiled at the thought, of Kaufmo and him making jokes or just hanging out in general. He actually enjoyed his presents, and found his startled honks and squeaks silly. He shivered thinking of the day of his abstraction. Why hadn't he put the thought on checking on him? Could he have fixed him before it was too late? It didn't matter now, he was gone; deep in the cellar with the other lost ones.

     Shakey breath, he layed his head on a pillow and stared at the ceiling. Nothing but "Exit, Exit, Exit." Endlessly repeating itself until someone would be drove mad. He turned his head away from it, and faced the desk next to the bed.

     A pot with some daisys, a lamp, and a peice of crumbled paper..

     Paper?

Jax lifted his arm enough to reach out and grab it, unfolding it until he could see the rest of the page. It was a note, or rather, letter. His pupils scanned the writing.

     I know I will be gone soon, I can feel it. Just yesterday I started hacking up thick black goo. I can't leave without proving them I'm right. Caine is a LIAR. I seen it, large and red. I probably couldn't even reach the handle if I got to it. I've seen it twice, outside and in the tent. I'm not having digital hallucinations, I've been here long enough. Once I show everyone that Exit, we can all leave together. I don't know what's on the other side, or even if our family's are still out, if we had any. I just cant leave them all behind, especially Jax's. But maybe then, I can find Jax afterwards, and we can be best buds outside of this hell  and be free.

     Those last few sentences... It made him tear. So many emotions filled his head and heart all at once. Breaking down, he held onto the paper fiercely and began to slowly but surely, break into a sob. Thankfully these rooms where all soundproof, he couldn't have any of the others seeing him so weak and cowardly.

     He couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his face leaving wet spots on the pillow and blanket. Soon enough, he started to whimper. Embarrassing squeaks and whines croaked from his throat that he couldn't control.

     Being in this room didn't help. Kaufmo wasn't coming back but he still felt there.

     He buried his face into the pillow to try and quiet his sobs even though no one but him could hear it. He couldn't bare his sobs, he wasn't supposed to cry. He's the tough guy, that listens to nobody and has no soft spots.

     His heart rate began to slow and his sobs and whines softened after about a good 5 minutes. He grabbed the blanket and curled himself into it, tucking each corner in to trap the heat and let his tense muscles relax. His breathing calmed and he was able to stop shaking from his cries. Finally, he let his mind drift to some place else, and with a few sighs he muttered, "I miss you, Kauffy," and fell into a deep, calming sleep.

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Notes: the fluff one should be done within next month, I've been bussier than expected.

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Also someone PLEASE let me adopt scout I LOVE THEMMM THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!!!

Throws both of my unused trumpets that are just sitting in my room at all of you

Throws my clarinet at you

throws a whole snare drum