whenever there is something someone doesn't want you to do, you do it anyway
whenever you get bored you antagonize people
whenever people get mad at you for something bad you did, you victimize yourself and try to give fake reasons to justify your actions
whenever you get bored you antagonize people
whenever people get mad at you for something bad you did, you victimize yourself and try to give fake reasons to justify your actions
Yeah Michael, Hes got a bad case of black and blue syndrome, hes running around attacking people but tomorrow he'll be back at our door step.
by anonymous January 5, 2021
Get the Black and Blue Syndromemug. This is a account from the book of the Wulfecks where they have stored their family hostory, the story is labeled The Blood Debt and is from 1813.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
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Get the black avocadosmug. it's a very rare and specific specie of animal, it's vey very very VERY huge and long, it loves eating cUm and loves playing with da balls, ohhhhhhhhhh my gawd, if you will ever find one, make sure it'll not run away
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Get the black cockmug. When the lights went out during the party, the black nigga cat with swag strutted in, knocking over drinks like it was setting its own vibe.
Every time the black nigga cat with swag walks down the street, even the dogs stop barking to take notes on its swag.
Every time the black nigga cat with swag walks down the street, even the dogs stop barking to take notes on its swag.
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Get the black butterfly'smug.