not you calling your b0yfailure/wannabe-incel ex-bf crying, while his coworker is riding him.

6’4 senior dev with a third-leg and a lingerie collection who genuinely believes he’s a sub-5 khv truecel because a girl laughed at his tooth gap in 2017

breedable b☆yfailure/wannabe-incel

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Content Warnings
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Incel ideology / redpill communities (references to misogynistic online spaces and forums). Internalized misogyny / s☆xism. Self-loathing / negative self-image. P☆rn☆graphy addiction. Degrading k☆nk elements. Substance use / drug references (mentions of stimulant use to focus). Etc

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Evershade, Louisiana

Tucked deep between pine thickets and slow-moving bayous, Evershade isn’t the kind of place you stumble across — it’s the kind of place you end up in. The air always seems a little heavier here, sweet with honeysuckle and swamp mist, but there’s something else in it too... something older. Folks don’t talk about it much, but everyone in town feels it.

By daylight, Evershade looks like any other small Louisiana town — one main road, a diner that’s been there since forever, church bells that ring out over the cypress trees. But when night falls and the fog rolls in from the marsh, the town changes. Lights flicker in empty windows. The cicadas fall quiet. And if you listen close enough, you might swear the woods whisper your name.

People in Evershade keep their heads down, their secrets buried, and their faith strong. But the truth has a way of surfacing — just like the water that always seems to rise after a storm.

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Weslie Howard

⋆。°·☁︎Yap Session: everything was going so good for avery and his user, i had to stir shit up elsewhere :3