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dunky


Heyyy. It's Duncy. Or just Dunc, or even Dunk. Just another user here. Ghostin' this site a bit as usual.

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  • 8 weeks
    The Owl House because that shit is good arright

    Discord because idk it's kinda relevant here: Rae#4343 Shoot me a DM whenever if you want idc

    Arright so I just got done watching The Owl House. S2 E10 Yesterday's Lie

    And Imma just talk about what I've talked about on Discord. Because that's the only thing I really use right now. Yeah. (I know nobody is gonna see this but whatever.)

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  • 16 weeks
    A song, a war, a love, a joke.

    I can already feel the fire at my feet. I can feel myself in hell, burning in agony. My tears steaming off my face into the smog around me. My screams only become flat and silent.

    I'm already dying at this point. There isn't a rope to grab onto anymore. The small hole to hope is closing me in. Just out of reach of my few fingers surviving this scalding treatment of love.

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  • 18 weeks
    This... Is... Amazing....

    Well, I better freeze frame and study lmao

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  • 19 weeks
    Soooo.... Some Parody.

    I was thinking I could remake pieces of songs of mlp to make one big weird songs. Or something.

    Verse 1:

    I used to think my life was just that
    Set in stone, concrete prophecy
    It didn't dawn on me
    That I had already been far too deep

    Now I know I'm stuck
    Fight my way out of this pit hole I am in
    I've turned into tragedy
    From an epic fantasy

    Chorus I guess:

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  • 20 weeks
    A Cold.... Face. The Face of a 'Monster.'

    Click, clack! Click click click!

    That was the only sound in the almost idle room. The typing wasn't obnoxious to Sunlight, the clicking noise she was already used to. Far too used to the soft rapping at the keys. Today was just another day for her. A quiet, and rather lonesome day. Boarded up in study, and she liked it that way.

    Because whoever came in, never came out.

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May
24th
2021

A Cold.... Face. The Face of a 'Monster.' · 4:40am May 24th

Click, clack! Click click click!

That was the only sound in the almost idle room. The typing wasn't obnoxious to Sunlight, the clicking noise she was already used to. Far too used to the soft rapping at the keys. Today was just another day for her. A quiet, and rather lonesome day. Boarded up in study, and she liked it that way.

Because whoever came in, never came out.

Her days bleed into nightfall. She didn't care to mind anymore, though. Her only response to most is a snap or shrug. But she sure can bite. She can admit, bottling her feelings was the imfamous thing that every monster would do, and she included did it. Why dig up something already so buried down? It seemed pointless to her. And she didn't have time nor patience to go to therapy.

"I'd rather be the awful indescribable thing I am now than be the goody two shoes therapists make you." She muttered to herself.

It's truly been a while since she has actually thought about something to do with herself. She didn't find herself too relevant for thought. After many years of self berating and punishment, she avoided herself as long as possible. The only time she seen her own reflection was when the computer screen was dark. Or, when the water was just still enough for herself to be seen.

All Sunlight could do was scowl. Her everlasting firm expression made others uneasy. Sometimes, her eyebrows twitched when not tensed. All 'Sunny Buns' was was tense. Her whole body full of tension, tight, taut. And she was cold. So cold that she couldn't remember the last time she was flushed for a somebody or from sickness. Her fingertips hurt from how frozen they were while hitting the keys so many times.

For being such a sad and bitter person, she really did have a posture. Shoulders straight, head up, eyes focused on the screen. Her eyes were a brilliant cyan. She had dreams then, she had the bright light and glimmer of hope in her eyes then. Deep down, she longed for her life to return. Though Sunlight never believed in wishes nowadays. Her hair was tucked and pulled into a severe bun low on her head. She always let a curvier strand of hair loose in the front to symbolize the rebellion and individualism she still had, even if it was practically gone.

Sure, she was tired. She didn't know what she was doing. At this point, the clicks were further apart than before. Before she knew it, she switched gears. She now focused on a book, quickly turning the page after a lick of her finger. Then dipped a pinkish tipped white feather into a deep purple inkwell. She began to write. And write. She had a few things to send. In her scrawly yet exquisite cursive it was quickly written. Her words didn't feel genuine, being written so quickly. But it's her word, and she'd have to have trust in the person, or pony on the recieving end.

"Oh, won't this go smoothly. You've out done yourself, Sunlight Glitter." She smirked a sly grin to herself.


That was shit lmao

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Comments ( 4 )

It isn't that shitty, to be honest.

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For being like one of my first blogs like this, no.

no no no- this was not shit! :fluttershyouch:
I liked reading this

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Oh. Thanks.

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