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457 valentine

i am the anon. hi.

if u r who I think u r, I fucking love you and ur unmitigated lust towards Light Yagami, from hit series deathnote, psuedos including but not limited to: Kira, God of the New World, Halos Blorbo, and Halos blorba (on special, rule 63 occasions)

we will have unhealthy

sex to cope, and it will be

mutual

So feel free to be

that freaky in my inbox if ur Light lusting heart so desires alr

Nagito Komaeda x Light Yagami

…. hello inverted L !!!!

This is so curious who comes up with ts (me)

yeah keep leaning down to my level to argue. boom. neck pain. bitch

how we feel about kyoya ootori😔

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I REBUKE THE TENYA IIDA REBLOG. NOT ON MY NIFUJI. WTF THE DISRESPECT !!! REBUKE !!!!!!!!

more fucked up island boys for your liking

puppy play but halfway thru i suddenly start barking and run off into the woods faster than u can keep up with. u quickly lose sight of me. u call out my name and whistle to no response. u walk slowly in hopes of hearing where i may be but its dead quite. my barking stopped some distance away. it was getting dark when i ran off but now its pitch black. against ur better judgment u leave in hopes that ill come back of my own accord. 3 days later uve given up hope. ur printing out lost dog posters when u hear scratching at the door. u open it to see me. u lunge forward and hug me so excited i came back. immediately upon being back u feel like somethings off. i look and sound just like me. but i walk around the house like i hadnt been there. i refuse to eat anything even treats. and when u look at me u get the sinking feeling these are different eyes staring back at u. almost as if theyre seeing more than usual. u initially write it off as just being due to stress of being in the woods alone for a few days. but one day in the middle of the night u hear a scratching. u think its me but im asleep on the floor by ur bed. u walk out into the hallway. u follow the noise to the front door. under the sound of scratching is whining. my whining. u swing open the door to a barrage of licks and headbutts. the joy u get from seeing me immediately sinks into a gutteral fear as u realize the dog that came back. the dog uve spent a week sleeping next to. was not me. but some kind of imitation. i start snarling. then whimpering. u dont need to turn around to know what was standing behind u. u pick me up and run as fast as u can. stomping footsteps way too close behind u. and then. nothing. u turn around just in time to see the thing that was once imitating ur dog lurch into the woods. it lets out one final bark in my voice. then disappears into the trees. and then we like. have sex or something