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⤷‧₊˚﹟ ⋆ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, i write
about pretty boys who
play minecraft ₊⊹
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﹟ @DUMBGOGY 2021 ❜ !*. 🦷 ˚⁺. 𖦹
(username has since been changed)
Request from the lovely @cha1ametsho3 I hope you like it hun <33
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"Sir? Sir? Sir?"
🍊 ˖⋆࿐ ໋₊ ˖ ۪۪݁ ଘ ‧₊ ⋆ . ⋆
A/N: currently on my 3 am crying cause I'm lonely arc </3
"Hi chat! How are you today"
I sat back further into the chair, a cheesy grin on my face as I try to keep up with the chat, their messages seemingly move at the speed of light, each second bringing along a new jumble of letters and phrases
"Today's gonna be a chill day, I'll probably just continue to work on my house and watch some media shares unless someone decides to join"
Within a few seconds the block game finishes rendering and my house comes into view, the first media share video following shortly after
"Motivational lizard- are you guys serious" The video continues to play on the corner of my screen as I try to focus on the task at hand - I was currently in a war with George to see who could make the best cottage on the dream smp server, although it was more than just clear that I would be winning
"Let's go steal some quartz from punz"
Time seemed to slip away far quicker than I could manage, an hour turned into two, and before I knew it, the light from my window had faded and we were well into my 'delirious and sleep deprived arc' as my fans liked to call it. The smp was now bustling with little block men and women, the sight bringing a smile to my face
I had been streaming with the dream team for the last few months, and within this time I had grown a decent following. I mostly streamed with feral gang, specifically quackity, who my chat and the whole smp fandom shipped me with
It started off as a joke.
we hated each other, as friends do.
He annoyed the living hell out of me, but I couldn't help but feel something tug at my heart strings when he said my name and with each little rude remark or pixilated flower that he would throw at me I could feel myself helplessly fall for him
I was in deep.
I'm in love with the guy who seemingly hates my guts.
What a cliche.
videos and aimless conversations continued between me and the chat as I tried to blink back sleep, the weights on my eyes practically begged me to give in and just rest but I was stubborn and far too invested in ranting about pointless topics to care about sleep
