theunfrgiv3n
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Y'all, give me phil/dime or dave/david ideas,, send them on asks and I'll see what I do !!!
I'm open to smut, angst, fluff, anything pretty much :3
PHIL AND DIMEBAGGGG AMBATAKUMMM,,, i have another phil/dime fic idea, might post this week as well. Now, real freaky pantera yaoi bellow
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Phil Anselmo/Dimebag Darrell
Summary:
After Phil loses a fight in a bar, him and Dime head back to Dime's place to patch up and cool off. After a little talk, the sight of blood on Phil's face is a real turn on for Dime, and one thing leads to another and they end up getting caught fucking in the kitchen by Vinnie.
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1990
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65984050
David has a pussy yay (he’s trans)
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Dave Mustaine/David Ellefson
Summary:
Dave crouched in front of the cabinet and pulled out the small box where David kept his supplies: the vial, alcohol wipes, new needles. Everything arranged neatly, almost obsessively. It was the one thing David never fucked around with.He stripped down just enough to bare the top of his thigh and sat on the edge of the tub again. His hand shook when he passed the syringe to Dave. “Hold still,” Dave said gently.
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1985
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65147134
Type shit I be doing after attempting yet again
i think about god and all the ways he has failed me. he let me be assaulted and abused and groomed. its all gods fault. he couldve prevented it if he wanted to. and i wouldnt be so disgusting and mean if he prevented it. what if god isnt real? what about all the devoted christians who never got a life outside of something that never existed? they lost every last thing they had but still had faith in nothing?? how is that fair??? and does god really punish people for killing themselves? im gonna go to hell if i just cant handle living like this?? and what if hell isnt real? will my groomers and abusers ever get the punishments they deserve? the legal system never did anything and neither does god. im on my own. i hope heaven is at least real. i hope everyone i lost at least feels the happiness they couldnt find on earth
me when I read ellefstaine
new favorite AO3 comment dropped. short, simple, to the point. made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt.
I stand here, wrecked by my own hands, caught between the person I was and the one I’m forced to be. God’s gaze is cold, distant. I wasn’t made for this, this body, this life. None of it feels real. It’s a cage I didn’t ask for, a skin that never belonged to me. I look at myself, but I don’t recognize the person staring back. My face, my eyes, hollow and empty. I wonder if God makes mistakes or if I’m just part of some cruel design. A soul condemned before it had a chance.
Everything feels wrong, and yet, nothing feels real enough to care. My body is a prison, a place I don’t belong. I scream inside for someone to hear, but there’s only silence, like I’m trapped in a place that won’t let me go.
I pray, but I don’t believe. I’m not worthy of mercy. I never asked for this life, and yet here I am, broken, rotting under the weight of something I never chose. And still, I keep going, dragging myself through the motions, because what else can I do?
But the truth is, I don’t think I was meant to be. This flesh, this life, it was never mine to control, never mine to fix. I was never meant to be whole, and maybe I never will be.
Love collecting physical media
This will actually stay unfinished
Im up to sum content
I am appreciative indeed cro, I’d also be nothing without @viperguy69 in fact 🤞
I’d be nothing without @theunfrgiv3n.
Literally waited a whole ass year to write my au cus my writing skills were ass for a foreign language speaker like me ,,; errrr yea, I also had few doodles of this au, though I’m not sure if I should share them on here again bc they’re ugly as fucking hell🥀
God watches with teeth. Every breath I take feels peeled, every thought a trespass. I was born already wrong, wired for fire, taught to kneel before love that punishes. My sin is entrenched, carved into me by hymns and eyes that never blink. I don’t pray anymore. I implore. And even then, I wait for the slap, not the pity.
I love Him like a blade to the throat, beautiful, agonizing, inevitable. My chest splits open at the thought of Him, ribs pried wide for a light that burns more than it warms. I whisper His name and taste ash. I tremble not from doubt, but from the awful ache of knowing He sees me, every flaw, every filth, and still demands my adoration. I would crawl to His altar with bleeding hands, if only to feel worthy of the terror.
I rot for forgiveness and understanding, pleading for acceptance, and yet, my pleas are only answered with silence.
I finally posted some smut, IT'S PANTERA RRAAAHHH, I recently started hyperfixating on them and I couldn't let go of this gold oportunity to write some doomed yaoi.
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Phil Anselmo/Dimebag Darrel
Summary:
Dime flopped down on the bed next to him, half on his stomach, head turned sideways as he lit what was probably their fifth joint since the encore. He took a slow drag and exhaled toward the ceiling. “Y’know... I give a mean back massage.”
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1998
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64708957
Teaser of my current wip bc I rather write gay sex than sleeping (it’s 1am)
NO VIPA DONT DIE IM GUNNA CRY SORYRE😭💔
Please bring back your fics shlawgh ill die
Im sorry gang 💔💔💔
