Theunfrgiv3n - ✩﹒Spaghetti ᶻz

I got into Mouthwashing guys…

This will actually stay unfinished

Im up to sum content

I was bored and wanted to do the rice purity test, what de hell 🥀💔

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Let me introduce you my small shrine of David, which is composed of him and only him…

I love him sm, I can’t wait to get more magazines and posters ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ . He’s my favorite musician ever, I really hope to see him again and I’m praying to meet him ughhh…

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

Sorry for not posting anything new, I don’t have any new works yet. ( ´ ᯅ ` “)

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🥀

Yesterday was my birthday (18/11) !! And so I ordered a Cameo from David, which arrived this morning, I love him smsmsm it really made my day. I'm still looking forward to see him again next year, either with Dieth or Kings Of Thrash, I don't really mind who (but mainly especting Dieth,,, teehee).

───  𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘

He’s so cute 🥹

Teaser of my current wip bc I rather write gay sex than sleeping (it’s 1am)

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.