Xander
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@Xander8347 on twitter, I Like (prehistoric) animals, Pokémon, Digimon, Monster Hunter, Kirby, Zelda, Donkey Kong Country, Splatoon, and probably something else eventually
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I also have a Discord I sometimes use of the same name
gay he/him
I also have a Discord I sometimes use of the same name
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this is the reason to keep saving up for switch 2
November 9, 2025 at 8:12 AM
this is the reason to keep saving up for switch 2
-Aubrey then hears that his sister is getting married and sees a picture of this suitor. It's Ruthven. He gets so mad about it he pops a blood vessel and dies.
November 4, 2025 at 8:58 AM
-Aubrey then hears that his sister is getting married and sees a picture of this suitor. It's Ruthven. He gets so mad about it he pops a blood vessel and dies.
In a shack in the woods at night that Aubrey (the young'n) is also in. Lord Ruthven (old man) arrives in Greece, thieves accidently shoot him, and he makes Aubrey promise to tell noone before dying. Aubrey returns home, hears Ruthven remind him of the promise and goes "incoherent" for a year.-
November 4, 2025 at 8:58 AM
In a shack in the woods at night that Aubrey (the young'n) is also in. Lord Ruthven (old man) arrives in Greece, thieves accidently shoot him, and he makes Aubrey promise to tell noone before dying. Aubrey returns home, hears Ruthven remind him of the promise and goes "incoherent" for a year.-
Yet with thine own blood shall drip;
Thy gnashing tooth, and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
Go—and with gouls and afrits rave,
Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they.
Thy gnashing tooth, and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
Go—and with gouls and afrits rave,
Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they.
November 4, 2025 at 6:49 AM
Yet with thine own blood shall drip;
Thy gnashing tooth, and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
Go—and with gouls and afrits rave,
Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they.
Thy gnashing tooth, and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
Go—and with gouls and afrits rave,
Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they.
Which freezes o'er its lifeless view;
Then with unhallowed hand shall tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which, in life a lock when shorn
Affection's fondest pledge was worn—
But now is borne away by thee
Memorial of thine agony!
Then with unhallowed hand shall tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which, in life a lock when shorn
Affection's fondest pledge was worn—
But now is borne away by thee
Memorial of thine agony!
November 4, 2025 at 6:49 AM
Which freezes o'er its lifeless view;
Then with unhallowed hand shall tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which, in life a lock when shorn
Affection's fondest pledge was worn—
But now is borne away by thee
Memorial of thine agony!
Then with unhallowed hand shall tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which, in life a lock when shorn
Affection's fondest pledge was worn—
But now is borne away by thee
Memorial of thine agony!
But one that for thy crime must fall,
The youngest, best beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name—
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
Yet thou must end thy task and mark
Her cheek's last tinge—her eye's last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
The youngest, best beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name—
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
Yet thou must end thy task and mark
Her cheek's last tinge—her eye's last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
November 4, 2025 at 6:49 AM
But one that for thy crime must fall,
The youngest, best beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name—
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
Yet thou must end thy task and mark
Her cheek's last tinge—her eye's last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
The youngest, best beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name—
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
Yet thou must end thy task and mark
Her cheek's last tinge—her eye's last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
Must feed thy livid living corpse,
Thy victims, ere they yet expire,
Shall know the demon for their sire;
As cursing thee, thy cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Thy victims, ere they yet expire,
Shall know the demon for their sire;
As cursing thee, thy cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
November 4, 2025 at 6:49 AM
Must feed thy livid living corpse,
Thy victims, ere they yet expire,
Shall know the demon for their sire;
As cursing thee, thy cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Thy victims, ere they yet expire,
Shall know the demon for their sire;
As cursing thee, thy cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.