Evilchimeraabnormality - #1 Faust Armpit Enjoyer From Twt

Between the mountains & the mesa, it’s not uncommon to see a male vorpalus walk through the land with confidence & grace with every step.

Ringtail is his name.

His territory wasn’t always his however. Originally an aging older male reigned there till Ringtail challenged the old timer. The older male was larger & had the weight advantage but Ringtail was faster, had more stamina, & outmaneuvered many of the older male’s attacks. The older male couldn’t hold out the fight for long, reluctantly he surrendered the territory & any females living nearby.

While he doesn’t help raise any of the kids he has with the females, he does have a favorite female living close by in the mesa.

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Hellsing on the brain again

has anyone made this meme yet

The Promised Neverland has ruined my mental state more then my parents have in my 14 years alive

Fuck

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I keep getting posts on my tiktok going like "Oh Objectum is weird and bad :( people who kiss computers should DIE" and its so annoying like, I DONT CARE!!! I'm kissing Hamilton (1970s can opener) and Feral (Laptop) wither you like it or not

I got bored so I drew my roblox sona, say hi to Center He's technically also a Regretevator oc

🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿

In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.

My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.

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Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.

From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.

With all my gratitude, – Mohamed