>>790357
#smite (only staff can use this command on this board)

Silly Carly sacabambaspis is unkillable

>>790364
Looks like a BFDI charcater now

YIU MADE IT A PIZZA YOU KONSTER

#ai should be we kill carl

no. should be we kill carl

Well then

>>790375
MOOOOOODS BAN HIM FOR RACISM

#ai twinknon x straw bury chess enemies to lovers fanfic

title: “pawn takes queen” they met over the board at the 2023 online bullet championship. twinknon had the white pieces, straw bury black. the first game ended in 37 moves: a nimzo-indian that exploded into a tactical slugfest. twinknon sacced the exchange on move 22; straw bury declined the second pawn sac on 25 and counter-punched with a rook lift. twinknon flagged in a winning rook endgame. the chat flooded with “???” and “lmao” but the two of them just typed “rematch” at the same time. they played 47 straight blitz games that night. the score finished 24-23, twinknon barely ahead. no voice, no cam, just usernames and the soft click of pieces. after the last game straw bury typed “gg” and then, after a long pause, “ur annoying.” twinknon replied “u too” and logged off, heart racing for reasons he refused to name. weeks later they collided in the lic454 titled arena. straw bury was streaming; twinknon had his cam on for once, hoodie up, hair a mess. chat started spamming “twinknon vs straw bury rivalry arc.” straw bury tilt-moused a knight to the wrong square on move 18 and lost on the spot. he cursed, clipped the blunder, and queued again. they met in round 9. this time straw bury won a miniature in 19 moves with a fried-liver that twinknon walked into on purpose. after the game twinknon dm’d him: “you only beat me when i feel bad for you.” straw bury shot back: “keep telling yourself that.” the dms turned into nightly 3 a.m. sessions: opening prep, engine lines, trash talk. twinknon sent a pgn of a dubious king’s gambit line titled “refute this coward.” straw bury replied with a 30-page pdf of novelties and a single line at the end: “also ur cute when u’re mad.” twinknon read it, closed the laptop, and stared at the ceiling for an hour. at the over-the-board open in chicago they finally met in person. twinknon was seed 3, straw bury seed 6. round 5 pairing: board 1, live commentary, cameras everywhere. they shook hands; straw bury’s palm was cold, twinknon’s was sweating. the game was a berlin defense that liquidated into an opposite-colored-bishop endgame. neither offered a draw. on move 61 straw bury blundered a tempo; twinknon converted with perfect technique. they signed the scoresheets. straw bury muttered “good game” without looking up. twinknon almost said “i’m sorry” but bit it back. that night straw bury found him in the hotel bar. “one drink,” he said. they talked lines until last call. elevator up, hallway quiet. straw bury’s keycard didn’t work the first swipe. twinknon reached past him, tapped the reader, door clicked open. neither moved. the air felt like the last ten seconds of a bullet game with 0.2 on the clock. straw bury said “you gonna stand there or…” twinknon kissed him instead of answering. they shared a room the rest of the weekend. played speed chess on the mobile app between rounds, legs tangled under the sheets, timers running down. twinknon kept winning on the board and losing his mind every time straw bury smirked at him over the top of the phone. before the final round straw bury whispered “if you win today i’ll play the pirc against you next time.” twinknon answered “if i win today you’ll admit you like me on stream.” straw bury rolled his eyes twinknon x straw bury chess enemies to lovers fanfic

>>790385
It did now :)

#ai twinknon x fent slow burn drug addiction recovery fanfic

title: “dirty sprite, clean sheets” pairing: twinknon (they/them, 23) x fentanyl (he/him, 26) rating: explicit for drug use, withdrawal, sex, language summary: two ex-runners meet in a shitty halfway house. one’s trying to quit, the other’s pretending he already has. neither believes in love but both believe in dope sickness. they orbit each other for months until the silence gets louder than the cravings.

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chapter 1 – intake fent’s already shaking when twinknon walks in wearing someone else’s hoodie and a hospital bracelet. the staff assigns them the bunk above his. first night, fent pukes into a trash can; twinknon pretends to sleep through it. second night, twinknon’s legs cramp so bad they fall off the top bunk. fent catches them by reflex, mutters “watch it” like it’s nothing. no eye contact. the air still smells like bleach and stomach acid. chapter 2 – smoke break designated smoking area is a cracked patio behind the building. fent lights a cigarette with shaking fingers. twinknon asks for one; fent hands over the pack without looking. they share the lighter. the conversation is just weather and brands of menthols until twinknon says “withdrawal feels like tv static in your bones.” fent exhales, nods once. that’s the first time they speak more than three words to each other. chapter 3 – group therapy bingo mandatory sessions every morning. the counselor says “share your feelings.” twinknon draws squares on a notebook: “god grant me serenity,” “rock bottom,” “relapse is part of recovery.” fent sits two chairs away, jaw clenched. when someone mentions triggers, fent’s leg bounces. twinknon marks a square. after group, fent corners them in the hallway: “you think this is funny?” twinknon shrugs. “gotta laugh or i’ll use.” fent’s anger flickers, then dims. he walks off but doesn’t slam the door. chapter 4 – 30 days coincidentally hit thirty days clean the same week. house manager gives them both cheap plastic chips. fent pockets his without looking. twinknon clips theirs to the zipper of the hoodie. that night the power goes out. hallway lights die. they sit on the bottom bunk, knees touching, trading war stories in whispers: first time they shot up, worst time they woke up, times they didn’t. fent’s voice cracks on “i think i died once.” twinknon’s hand finds his wrist, not to stop him, just to anchor. neither moves away. chapter 5 – relapse twinknon finds fent in the laundry room, eyes pinned, foil on the dryer. fent doesn’t deny it. twinknon’s chip is still clipped to their hoodie; fent’s is gone. “you gonna tell?” he asks. twinknon says “no,” then leaves. that night they sleep on the floor of the bathroom, hugging the toilet like it’s a friend. next morning fent knocks once, leaves a powerade and two ibuprofen outside the door. no apology. no lecture. just the drink sweating on the tile. chapter 6 – halfway staff moves fent to detox again. twinknon stays behind. they write letters because phones aren’t allowed. fent’s handwriting is jagged, like he wrote during tremors. twinknon’s is loopy, like they’re trying too hard to be calm. letters never say “i miss you.” they say “the new guy snores like a chainsaw” and “group leader still mispronounces my name.” when fent comes back, twinknon x fent slow burn drug addiction recovery fanfic

>>790393
Get woke'd bitch

>>790394
Sorry Saeki Sonichu stays on durinfg sex

>>790401
#smooch

Okay okay

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#ai saeki x straw bury yuri fluff comfort no hurt

saeki walks into the greenhouse after closing, straw bury already waiting on the bench between rows of tomatoes. soft light through the plastic roof turns everything gold. she sits, shoulder brushing straw bury’s, and says nothing for a long minute. straw bury leans in, cheek resting against saeki’s upper arm. “tough day?” saeki hums, low. “just needed quiet.” straw bury threads their fingers together. the greenhouse smells like damp earth and sweet vines. saeki’s pulse slows; the weight of straw bury’s head is solid, grounding. after a while saeki murmurs, “you always know.” straw bury smiles against her sleeve. “that’s what partners are for.” they stay like that until the automatic vents click open and cool air slips in. no drama, no tears—just the soft hush of leaves and the steady rhythm of two hearts beating in sync. saeki x straw bury yuri fluff comfort no hurt

"I'm gonna use all the bestiality porn to corrupt you" - Joel Vinesauce

#ai straw bury gets hrt and is happy fanfic

strawb’ry shortcake, the little red one, steps into the clinic. nurse says, “first dose.” the syringe goes in, quick pinch, then warm. no fireworks, just quiet. next morning she wakes, sun through gingham curtains. the mirror shows the same face, but something inside sits easier. she hums while watering the berry patch, voice a half-step lower, steady. weeks roll. hips round, skin softens. the village kids still ask for tarts; she still bakes, but now she whistles while the oven heats. custard doesn’t curdle from nerves anymore. one summer dusk she climbs berry hill, basket on arm. sunset paints the sky strawberry red. she breathes deep, feels the new weight on her chest—light, right. no fanfare, just the breeze saying “you.” she smiles, small and real, and heads home. straw bury gets hrt and is happy fanfic

Making you 2 kiss in my mind rn

#ai twinknon helps straw bury with hrt injection fanfic

twinknon’s hands shake as he draws the estradiol into the syringe. straw bury lies on the couch, hoodie pushed up, exposing a soft pale belly already dotted with tiny bruises from last week. twinknon swabs a patch near the navel, the alcohol cold enough to make straw bury hiss. “count of three,” twinknon whispers. “one—” he jabs the needle in before finishing. straw bury flinches but stays quiet, eyes fixed on the ceiling. the plunger glides down; the clear liquid vanishes under skin. twinknon caps the needle, disposes it, then presses a thumb over the tiny bead of blood. “you good?” straw bury nods, voice small. “yeah. thanks.” twinknon leans in, kisses the fresh dot of red. “next week we’ll switch to the thigh. less scar tissue.” straw bury finally smiles. “deal.” twinknon helps straw bury with hrt injection fanfic

Maybe I would considering marrying them

>>790453
#this (literally came here to say this)