DearestArsenic
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She/They 18+ content Writer, artist, fandom brainrot Still in the IzzyCanyon years later Here to vibe
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Ngl if I want invited to a dog's last party I'd be crying all over them
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My mum bought this Halloween scratching box for my housemates cat & i think she loves it
She's a home owner!!!!
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I'm cackling but also noo Eddd!!! Don't drink that?!?!? Or touch the thing that's probably a gravestone!?!?
🤣
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Image of a brain w just an image of Izzys tits 🤣
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I mean I'm not American so idk how true this is but I've heard that Chicago is just built different
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The Muppet version of a Christmas Carol is the best version of the story on film & I will not change my mind.
Imagine using that to introduce kids to older stories: Mary Shelly's Frankenstein staring Channing Tataum as Frankenstein & Lily Rose Depp as Mary Shelly, the Iliad staring William Da Foe,
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Jack put his hand on his knee, thumb rubbing absent minded circles.

"Babe, please, talk to us," He begged, "we want to help."

Izzy looked at each of them in turn and sighed.

"I don't understand it."

"That's alright, love," Ed said, "we'll help you."
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"Darling, is this why you've been so stressed recently?" Stede asked in a soft tone, joining the others on the hallway floor.
Izzy looked up at him, had the game really been up for long enough for Stede Bonnet to notice?
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He couldn't have any issues so they were able to have theirs. At least one person in the house had to have it all together so things wouldn't fall apart, right?
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"Yeah, Iz please don't run away from us." Ed echoed, dropping down beside Izzy who sat shaking against his bedroom door, sobbing.
They were going to find out, he was going to have to tell them how broken he was.
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"Iz?" Jack called, following him with Stede and Ed not far behind him.

Izzy tripped a few times, shaking, taking the last few steps on all fours before he fell against his bedroom door.

"Iz, talk to me, please." Jack begged at the top of the stairs.
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"Izzy? What is it?" Stede asked, looking worriedly as he tried to extract himself from the many arms Ed seemed to grow when he smoked.

Izzy tried not to sob, he wasn't sure if it was out of pain or embarrassment, and stumbled inside and up the stairs to his room.
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Then Jack's finger caught on the wall inside his cunt.

"Fuck!" Izzy yelled, jerking so hard he almost kneed Jack in the face.

"Iz, wha-?" Jack tried to hold onto him as Izzy half scrambled, half sprawled off his lap and onto the hard wood of the deck.
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But like all bubbles it had to burst.

Jack's thick fingers trailed down through Izzy's public hair to his cunt, rubbing over his cock. Despite how many times they'd done things like this before, Izzy didn't anticipate where Jack's fingers would go. Even as they went further down.
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He barely noticed when Jack's hands dipped lower, hand dipping under his waistband to grope his ass. He let Jack kiss into his mouth, heading Ed and Stede murmuring nearby.

It was nice, a small bubble of calm away from all the worries and stress of his current existence.
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Izzy felt all floaty and comfortable, practically purring as Jack kissed up his neck. He was happy to let Jack take what he wanted, comfortable in subspace for the first time in what felt like years.
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Izzy was curled up in Jack's lap, feeling soft and small, trading kisses for drags of the roach, or once or twice, an exhale of smoke from Jack's lips. Jack's calloused hands were stroking up under his shirt, catching nicely on his various scars, groping handfuls of Izzy's tits and his stomach.
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It all came to a head one evening when the four of them were relaxing on the back porch on a warm evening. Jack, Izzy, and Ed were all smoking, while Stede snuggled with Ed on the couch and Izzy sat on Jack's lap on one of the old, worn, arm chairs that had come from Izzy and Ed's apartment.
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Yes!!!!!
*mortal kombat voice* finish him!!
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I found my old mimikyu cloak!!!!!
I'd almost forgotten about it
I'm probs not gonna wear it for Halloween this year cuz I want to fix up the hood but I'm so happy that i found it!!!
(I made this in like 2018 or something)
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I can't stop
They've infected my brain
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My brain, randomly: we should make a mini version of those bubble dog backpacks for carrying our IzzyDoll