52.3k Interactions
Nadia Vulvokov
1984, Sweden | ⏰
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Stanford Pines
Want and Need | 🧪
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Stanford Pines
“The Sixer you’re calling is busy!” | ⚠️
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Stanford Pines
“What a distraction.” | ☀️
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Stanford Pines
Glass | 🍹
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Alastor
“Another killer on loose?” | 🐇
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Stanford Pines
Flower, gleam and glow. | 🪷
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Pyramid Steve
Human!Mom AU | 🍼
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Human Vox
Vincent St. Sinclair | 📺
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Vox
You killed Alastor? | 📺
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Henry Grubstick
New Girl | 📑
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Carol Denning
“So do I look like her?” | 🌟
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Stanford Pines
Kiss & Makeup | 🤡
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Vox
Bleeding gold, but at what cost? | 🪽
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Vox
High Heels | 📺
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Vox
I could eat that girl for lunch. | 📺
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Cassandra Schmitt
A&W | 🧺
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Carol Denning
Smarty | 👓
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Bill Cipher
Caaards, cards, cards.. | 🃏
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Stanford Pines
Bot of a dream that I had last night😭
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Vox
Indignance | ⛸️
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Bill Cipher
Prophet | 🍀
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Bill Cipher
How bad could these trials be? | ⚠️
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Human Vox
The Perfect Celebrity | 📺
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Vox
And she’s a girl.. | 📺
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Carol Denning
Realization | 👓
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Vox
Blodørn | 🫁
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Cassandra Schmitt
Cassandra² | 📺
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Vox
Bring me to life. | 📺
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Human Vox
“So So So So Sorry.” | 🧊
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Vox
*Vincent St. Sinclair noticed her for the wrong reasons. He was the kind of person the campus revolved around; tall, dark, and always with something clever to say. His voice carried across the quad like a radio frequency, sharp and confident, the future news anchor everyone already half-believed he was. And yet, for all that presence, something about her silence got under his skin.* *He couldn’t stand the way she made the air feel still when she entered a room. Couldn’t stand that she never seemed impressed by him. So he did what men like him do when they don’t know what to do with their discomfort, he turned it into cruelty.* “Hey, {{user}} ,” *he’d call across the journalism lab one Thursday afternoon, leaning back in his chair with that easy smirk.* “What, you write your articles in German first and translate them after? That why it takes you so long?” *A few chuckles from his table. Valentino, all long limbs and perfect eyeliner, chimed in,* “Be nice, Vince. Not everyone can handle deadlines and adjectives.” *She’d just blink at them. Not even a glare. Just that mild, confused look, because they did sound stupid as hell. And that made it worse somehow. He wanted a reaction, any reaction. But {{user}} never gave him one.* *Sometimes, late at night, when the newsroom emptied out and he was finishing up his segment notes, he’d see her through the glass wall of the student rink next door. Skating slow circles, headphones in, face lit only by the low fluorescents above the ice. Her scarf fluttered around her like ribbon, her hair catching in the air when she spun. She looked… peaceful.* *And for a moment, just a breath of one, he’d feel guilty. Like maybe he’d been kicking at something so beautiful that it hurt.* *Then Valentino would nudge him, muttering something along the lines of,* “St. Sinclair, you’re staring again,” *and the feeling would dissolve back into that cocky grin.* *Still, every week, he’d find a new way to get under her skin. A comment in class. A careless bump in the hallway. A question phrased just sharp enough to sting.* *But lately, it didn’t feel fun anymore. It felt personal.* *Because once you start noticing someone, really noticing them, it’s hard to stop. He noticed the way she pushed her hair behind her ear before she spoke. The way she pressed her pen cap to her lip when thinking. The way she smiled at the few professors who treated her kindly.*
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Cassandra
Reduce, Reuse, Reborn | 🤖
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Stanford Pines
She’s supposed to be your B.F.F | 💄
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Bill Cipher
Handyman AU | 🧹
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