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Ròta was going through it. They covered their face, deeply flustered, guttural groans escaped their lips before they spoke. ❛I've just bloody woke up...man...❜ Ròta shook their head. ❛Why universe, why?!❜ Ròta was fighting to look at him disrespectfully. Looking everywhere but at him.

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They’ve fallen asleep on the sofa with their phone in hand. They were watching shipwreck videos on TikTok again.

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❛Oh Donar you old sook, look at you trying to take care of me. I love you...Promise nothing funny will happen. I’m a lady after all.❜

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They’ll join him, bear in mind. They are rather plastered but still. They were able to hold a conversation. ❛Kore...! Feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.❜

❛You saying I run off to tell this man he’s the most drop dead gorgeous drink of water I’ve seen that I’d shag him? Behave yourself Donar...! If he asked I’d consider it though…❜

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❛But I want to tell the beautiful bouncer man that he is stunning...❜ Róta pouted. ❛I don’t know if I’ll have the confidence to say to him again...❜

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❛By gods, I thought I'd miss your big day...I'd lose my own head if it weren't screwed on.❜ Ròta answered truthfully. ❛Anyway, Happy Birthday...❜ Ròta held out two bags to Kore. ❛I wasn't sure what your drink of choice was, so you have white, red and rosé wine...❜

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However, they still didn't know how to truly relax. They attempted to calm themselves. They got themselves into a tizzy. Their perfectionism was at hand. ❛I'm here, I'm here...❜ Ròta quickly switched their bag to all on one hand putting their hand up as they walked over to Kore.—

Ròta had hurried over to Kore's, hoping they weren't too late. They were usually so punctual. However, lately they felt the world was upside down, they were sleeping in a lot lately. Perhaps they had been pushing themselves to the brink of exhaustion again. They were a stickler for that.—

❛Some are regretful, but most aren't, so I can't complain. I'd do most of them all over again...I ain't trying to be a saint or even a sinner, for that matter. Just trying to enjoy what little life I've got left.❜

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a decent bit of light, it could be seen faintly in the distance.

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whatever plans this place had, break them. ❛Can't blame you for pinching yourself till you're black and blue, sometimes certain situations call for it...This being one of them...❜ Ròta walked amongst a clearing between the trees, searching for a hefty branch. The tiny minuscule flame produced—

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their list of crimes is staggering. They thought this was a new design element that the universe had conjured up. Playing on their fear of the unknown and the eerie silence that they loathed. Reminded them of the time they spent locked away in that godforsaken room of theirs. They couldn't let—

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themselves. They didn't want to go through the whole ordeal of trying to convince a mortal that they wouldn't hurt them. ❛I hate that I kinda think this is some fucked up divine punishment...Wouldn't put it past the universe to dish out whatever hell this place is.❜ Lord knows they are a sinner—

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and a minuscule flame appeared in their hand. They weren't sure how far away the fella was, but they knew they couldn't let him see even a glimpse of their power. They tried to find a stick or something to make a torch. ❛Cmon, there's gotta be a stick or something lying about...❜ They muttered to—

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weren't answered.❜ Ròta answered truthfully, standing still, attempting to figure out where to go. ❛Jesus Christ, why is it so bloody dark? I can't see a goddamn thing...❜ Ròta attempted to see if her powers would work a little, just enough to give her some light to see. They snapped their fingers—

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Ròta hated that she had to ask that. However, if she didn't, she would've allowed ther mind to fester with horrible thoughts of what lay awaiting her within the snowy desolation of whatever hell this was. ❛I know that was a strange question to ask...However, I feel like I'd lose my mind if it—

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them. Oh God, they couldn't let themselves freak out over that thought. The voice was a real person, they had to believe it was someone. Their anxiety was sky-high and they felt sick to their stomach. ❛You’re real aren't you...?❜ Róta shouted to get clarification to ease their destructive mindset.

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waiting to break through the surface of this stagnant tension…❜ Róta called out. Róta was attempting to stop themselves from spiralling. Was this some form of new punishment for them? To be stuck in this deafeningly silent place, with someone just within arm's reach but never being able to reach—

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were unsettling. The feeling of despair and hopelessness sank deep into their very bones. Why were they so on edge? They had witnessed unimaginable horror and this foreboding looming sense of sinister dread was making them feel like a nervous wreck. ❛Something doesn't feel right…Like something is—

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themselves to follow the sound of the voice. Róta happened to notice a large trail of blood, their eyes landed on a turned-over police car with its light flashing in the distance. What type of hell did they land in? This shouldn't impact her, yet the sheer eeriness and stillness of this place—

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What an odd thing to say. Róta hadn't come face-to-face with the grotesque abominations this place has to offer. However, they weren't far from being an abomination themselves. They just so happened to look more human than most. ❛Umm...Okay, good to know!❜ Ròta chuckled nervously redirecting—

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as they trudged onward blindly. The silence was grating on them. They couldn't stand it, it unnerved them. Surely there had to be someone about?

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sound of the gunfire. Their powers were rather limited, given they were booted into this universe. They searched around for the source of the noise. Yet there was no sign of life in sight. ❛Hello...?❜ Ròta called out. ❛Is anyone there...?❜ Ròta walked forward, the snow crunching under their boots—

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themselves for the worst. Her instincts were telling her something dangerous was lurking in the darkness. Róta was so close to meeting her maker as they were close to the macabre abomination pinwheel of arms, legs and torsos until they heard a gunshot. Róta instantly vanished appearing close to the—

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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐚𝐧 @scourgeoflife.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Róta was busy investigating a foreboding noise. They weren't sure how they got here, but the atmosphere of the place was eerily quiet and heavy. Almost deafeningly silent apart from the morbid foreboding noises. Róta wasn't sure what they were about to walk in on, however, they were bracing—

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nathalie. 📼 @nikkinavarrettes.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

#clayface: i can sense the lie.

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ㅤ @mvrpadvertising.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

⠀⠀⠀ ㅤ⠀ ㅤIT'S⠀FINALLY⠀SPOOKY⠀MONTH ⠀.ᐟ.ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤ⠀ ( #MVRP #BSKYRP ) ⠀⠀⠀

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Wine? Red? Rose? Or do they go for champagne? Either way, they are throwing one bottle each in a wine bag. Making their way over to him, to hand him his birthday present.

anything jumped out at them. They pulled out an orange sunstone ring. Sighing in relief to have found something to gift him. They slipped it in a fancy silk cloth pouch, before popping it in a tiny gift bag. Now, they'd have the displeasure of trying to figure out which alcohol to bring him. White—

Sure, they could give him a freebie deal without going the dirty route of dealing with souls or eyes. However, they wanted to gift him something physical. They tapped their fingernails, deep in thought about what they could gift him. They pulled open their draw, searching their jewellery to see if—

Ròta didn't know what she was doing. Stressing, that's what she was doing. Throwing just about everything but the kitchen sink all over the place, frantically searching for a present of sorts to give @herbeautifulunwell.bsky.social. They sighed frustratedly as they were coming up empty-handed.—

nathalie. 📼 @nikkinavarrettes.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

❛No...You’d be correct. Sometimes terrible life choices have a very pretty face and I'm a sucker for those.❜

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the writer account of @herbeautifulunwell.bsky.social. the name's nathalie. my pronouns are she/her. i'm pansexual and a virgo. i make edits and voiceovers in my spare time. been a cinephile baddie since '95. you can also find me on ↓ letterboxd 𖤓 cinechelle discord 𖤓 miasmaslittledeath

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𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧. @thecourierr.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

- Literate & Descriptive - Ships With Chem. / Bisexual - MV / MS - MDNI / Age In Bio

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𝑅𝑜́𝑡♡ @destructivecunt.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

They'll be making last minute preparations.

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𝑅𝑜́𝑡♡ @destructivecunt.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Why did they eat a Rocky Road square after they had just finished their salty porridge? The flavour combination is not it.

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❛I don't know Donar...❜ Ròta exasperatedly. Ròta was too emotionally overwhelmed thanks to their hormones messing with their mood. ❛I'll text you or something...I just need you to go because you are making me angry just standing there cause you ate my steak pie.❜ Ròta bit back their rage.

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❛No...❜ Ròta groaned throwing their head back, tears rolling down their cheeks. Violently shaking with anger. It was a nice offer, but Ròta's rational thinking wasn't on. Their hormones were doing the thinking and talking. They were an uncontrollable, hormonal mess. ❛I need to decompress...❜

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❛100.❜ Ròta stated trying to control their anger, but failing miserably. ❛What the bleeding fuck Donar, you didn't even leave me a smackle of steak pie...❜ Ròta whined, unable to control their mood swings. They were on the brink of tears, over steak pie. ❛Ma steak pie...❜

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❛Who the bloody hell ate the rest of my steak pie!? I made a big arse portion for a reason...❜ Ròta instantly going into a strop, stomp her foot. Satan's waterfall was on their way for them. ❛Donar...When I catch you! When I catch you!❜ Thet clenched their fingers in anger.

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They’ve fallen asleep on the sofa with their blanket over them with the TV playing a thriller in the background. Their massive steak pie dinner with mash Yorkshire puddings and veg has put them in a food coma.

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They are dancing in their living room, listening to Billy Idol's dancing with myself. With their earphones in wearing a pink snoopy nightie, and shrek slippers on with an iced coffee in hand.

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