when was

[twinkdestroyer]

when was the last time @doll made a thread

 

[over0]

Doll is ginger

 

[twinkdestroyer]

Doll is ginger

is that bad

is like saying doll is n****r

 

[over0]

is that bad

is like saying doll is n****r

Worse

 

[doll]

like in May

 

[583858]

Doll is ginger

what's the name of the anime (avi)

 

[Deleted Member 76607]

Who’s that

 

[Nenestar]

Worse

What is this ginger hate. There are still 0.1% who prefer that color

 

[twinkdestroyer]

like in May

May I ask why

 

[over0]

what's the name of the anime (avi)

Idk I didn't pick the avi

 

[583858]

Idk I didn't pick the avi

who did

 

[doll]

May I ask why

mm idk, shall i make a thread?

 

[over0]

who did

Dean

 

[over0]

mm idk, shall i make a thread?

Ye

 

[twinkdestroyer]

mm idk, shall i make a thread?

@over0 thoughts
@john vee thoughts

 

[milkjar]

Idk I didn't pick the avi

holy sinister @over0

 

[583858]

Dean

who's Dean?

 

[583858]

holy sinister @over0

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mirin, my new avi

 

[milkjar]

mirin, my new avi

 

[583858]

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so sinister, 666, 333, angel guys idk all those fags, retarded n*****s, I love the devil spiny thingy tho

 

[milkjar]

so sinister, 666, 333, angel guys idk all those fags, retarded n*****s, I love the devil spiny thingy tho

 

[583858]

yeah, yeah, it’s supposed to be sinister, it’s supposed to be scary, “the mark of the beast” blah blah blah. But honestly? 666 is aesthetic. It’s symmetrical, smooth, satisfying. Look at it three sixes in a row, all curvy and hypnotic. If numbers were fashion models, 666 would be the one strutting down the catwalk in black leather while smoke machines go off in the background.


Meanwhile, 333 is like its quirky, artsy cousin. Where 666 is dramatic and evil-coded, 333 is playful it’s like, “Hey, I’m half a devil, but I also paint abstract murals and sip oat milk lattes.” It’s got balance. It’s got rhythm. When I see 333 on the clock, I don’t think of angels or demons I think: Wow, numbers can flirt.

When people get scared of 666, I just smile. To me, it feels cozy. Seeing it on a receipt makes me feel like the devil himself is tipping his hat at me, saying: “Good job, champ, you bought those Oreo's with style.” It’s not a curse, it’s a compliment.


I imagine the devil sitting in a corporate office somewhere, filing papers labeled “Eternal Damnation” with a mug that says World’s Best Antichrist Dad. Every time someone freaks out over 666, he probably chuckles, like:


it seduces me. Something about it feels cheeky. It’s like 666’s younger sibling who listened to indie rock, dyed their hair neon, and decided to start a conspiracy YouTube channel.


Every time I catch 3:33 on the clock, it feels like the universe is sliding me a little note: “Hey bestie, wanna cause problems on purpose?” And the answer is always yes.


Honestly, the devil gets too much hate. If he’s the CEO of 666 and 333, then he’s basically the Steve Jobs of vibes. He invented the gothic aesthetic. Black clothes? His idea. Heavy metal? Sponsored by him. Spooky candle shops in October? Straight out of his marketing department.


I like to think if the devil redecorated my room, he’d put up black silk curtains, glowing red LED lights, and a mirror that whispers motivational insults like: “Get up, king, your enemies are getting stronger.”

 

[milkjar]

yeah, yeah, it’s supposed to be sinister, it’s supposed to be scary, “the mark of the beast” blah blah blah. But honestly? 666 is aesthetic. It’s symmetrical, smooth, satisfying. Look at it three sixes in a row, all curvy and hypnotic. If numbers were fashion models, 666 would be the one strutting down the catwalk in black leather while smoke machines go off in the background.


Meanwhile, 333 is like its quirky, artsy cousin. Where 666 is dramatic and evil-coded, 333 is playful it’s like, “Hey, I’m half a devil, but I also paint abstract murals and sip oat milk lattes.” It’s got balance. It’s got rhythm. When I see 333 on the clock, I don’t think of angels or demons I think: Wow, numbers can flirt.

When people get scared of 666, I just smile. To me, it feels cozy. Seeing it on a receipt makes me feel like the devil himself is tipping his hat at me, saying: “Good job, champ, you bought those Oreo's with style.” It’s not a curse, it’s a compliment.


I imagine the devil sitting in a corporate office somewhere, filing papers labeled “Eternal Damnation” with a mug that says World’s Best Antichrist Dad. Every time someone freaks out over 666, he probably chuckles, like:


it seduces me. Something about it feels cheeky. It’s like 666’s younger sibling who listened to indie rock, dyed their hair neon, and decided to start a conspiracy YouTube channel.


Every time I catch 3:33 on the clock, it feels like the universe is sliding me a little note: “Hey bestie, wanna cause problems on purpose?” And the answer is always yes.


Honestly, the devil gets too much hate. If he’s the CEO of 666 and 333, then he’s basically the Steve Jobs of vibes. He invented the gothic aesthetic. Black clothes? His idea. Heavy metal? Sponsored by him. Spooky candle shops in October? Straight out of his marketing department.


I like to think if the devil redecorated my room, he’d put up black silk curtains, glowing red LED lights, and a mirror that whispers motivational insults like: “Get up, king, your enemies are getting stronger.”


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holy jester

 

[583858]

holy jester

not jestering btw