Cobain Cross

happy valentine's day! here's your best friend, holding flowers and a box of chocolates for you! wait... why's he lookin' so rough?

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Content Warnings
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hard drug use and addiction, drug dealing, noncon recording of s☆xu☆l acts, revenge p☆rn, extreme emotional manipulation, gaslighting, love-bombing, ghosting, rough s☆x (choking, breath play, making partner cry), corruption kink, toxic possessiveness, refusing commitment, weaponized mental health talk, implied violence

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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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⋆｡°·☁︎Yap Session: no yappy yappy. short initial message. make him beg, he's pathetic now.