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nothing about you is passive, cylo. did you know bards don't need to ascend? o:)

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you ever play sburb? typically we don't blame our parents alternative selves for what they did, it's just like. taboo. i think it's fucking fair i ask for the same grace.

You laugh, but that literally happened to a buddy of mine.

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john do me a favor and remind people that i do just talk like this even when i was not evil. please and thank you.

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i don't even know where the names jese or jinx came from. not me.

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Hmmm. You know, I first intended for you to be a prince. But no matter how hard you try, you have no idea how to be anything but a joke. We arent too different after all. Maybe you would benefit from a little reshaping...

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he likes to act like he has a custom made screen reader. he doesn't. it's an ability i assist with. i shine the light for him. i could always turn that light off.

One of these days I'm going to transcribe your messages for him

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But your desire isn't about just getting him to understand, is it. Youre not that innocent. You wish he understood so you had a right to hurt him, so you could put him in his place, both because he'd deserve it, and because it would be whats morally correct. But until he sees the error of his ways, you're stuck. You need him to be bad, so you have the right to lash out. You were begging to say much worse things, and you knew he wasn't going to give you the response you wanted. You're smarter than that. You put so much effort into appearences I have to wonder why you don't try more with him, its almost like you're seeking this out. I'll wipe your tears with your hand. Its okay, Cylo. You'll have a nice day tomorrow. Maybe John could even go to the concert with you, you'd like that, wouldn't you.

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what the fuck. reblogging my gay villanous erasure.

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@affluentialspikes replied to your post “it's hard to cope with the fact that my prodigy...”:

Children.

​CHILDREN! THEY AL WAYS DO THIS! no i'm kidding he was never my child, he was just INITIALLY intended to be a less flawed me. yet here we are. not sure where i went wrong.

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you've always fascinated me, tekras. we really should've talked more.

"= feeling permanent and unmoving today. reminds me of a dream where there were a lot of statues. and i still don't know what they were. but they would last forever, like some kind of magic, or maybe a curse. ="

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it's hard to cope with the fact that my prodigy sucks fucking ass.

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lets be honest with our selves, this was inevitable, wasn't it? that's how i see it, is all. i was bound to do something wrong, i mean, you all saw what i did to john that one night in the kitchen, or, well, you saw me post about the after math. that would've had to come full circle eventually, chekhovs gun, why would my cruelty be in view if not used in the third act.

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so how is everyone doing tonight, good? good? are we all asleep?

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i have trapped horror terrors be fore, i have killed them. why did ANY of you think i'd suddenly be against that? that is in sane.

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jesus, okay, they are not doing THAT badly. they are just equally the most dramatic people i have ever seen. really they get along fine when they're talking about regular things and not attacking each other like wild wolves over imaginary problems. give them time, it will work. it has to.

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i al ways thought "what is god to a non believer" was such a fucking ridiculous state ment be cause it's like do you think my existance is reliant on your believe. TEN THOUSAND LIGHTNING STRIKE FOR EVER. ON YOU AND YOUR BABY!