#AHAAAAAAAAAAA

[zoevint]

oh how i missed you mspaint

[kingofthewebxxx]

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“If I didn’t need you, I would have you in that torture chair right now, screaming until you begged for mercy. Until you would fear ever doing that EVER again. That sounded more sexy than I wanted it to” the Fourth Brother tasted the words in his mouth.

[clever-and-unique-name]

Drives me up a wall when patients get impatient about wait times in the first place, but especially when they can SEE evidence of an emergency situation unfolding in the clinic. Like, you just had to climb your way over the EMTs with their stretcher to get to me to ask how much longer till you're seen. You can see the ambulance parked outside the building with its lights on. I'M CLEANING UP BLOOD FROM THE FLOOR AS WE SPEAK. SIT DOWN.

[dawnbreakerluna]

zayne’s love is the home you’ve always found yourself searching and longing for throughout your whole life

zayne’s love is unwavering devotion and loyalty, even in the moments where he disagrees with you because he understands you and how you see the world—and he doesn’t shame you for it

zayne’s love is a safety net, to where you never have to hide anything from him no matter how much you try to

zayne’s love is the world finally understanding you for who you really are, especially for the ones who grew up having to mature too early or having to take care of their relatives when they should’ve had the time to be a kid

zayne’s love is a blessing, a promised sensation that will be with you in every lifetime forevermore

[huntersoath]

"I'm not scared. Not of you."

"Today's duel was quite dramatic, did you hear? A huge change in pace, everything's been so boring lately..." A woman speaks in a hushed tone, excitement flashing in the depths of her eyes.

"I did, actually. I wish I had been there. I feel like I really missed out on the drama." Another woman, slightly shorter, held an umbrella over the both of their heads in an attempt to shield them from the light patter of rain.

"I heard his family was in the audience. When it was all done and over with, his wife rushed up and had to be escorted away by the Gardes. I feel a little bad for his son, though... He kept begging for Daddy to get up."

"Seriously? That sounds like something straight out of an Opera, you know. Still a shame that I didn't go."

"That Duelist, Clorinde... She's really scary! I wonder how many people she's killed? And she doesn't even bat an eye!"

"I don't know, I try not to think too much about it..."

Chewing at the inside of her cheek, Clorinde opts to take a longer route home, the detour specifically chosen to avoid any of the populated areas of the Court. ---- "He wouldn't yield." The normal mask of impenetrable calm on Clorinde's façade had begun to crack and crumble under the pressure of her words. She's meant to be a pillar of strength and reliability, her every action and every word measured and deliberate. But as with everyone else, there are bad days. There's days where it's harder to keep a straight face, where it's harder to suppress the feelings that threaten to swallow her whole; when she's presented with the past so plainly, replaying the final moments of Callas Caspar over and over and over in the back of her mind until the only noise she can hear is Navia's scream of anguish. "He knew he would die. He knew it. And as always, I made the conscious decision to do my job, as he made his. There's... no justice to be found in tearing families apart."

Truthfully, it's rare to have such a second guess about her profession. She's always understood the implications of her role, and for the Fontainian public to refer to her as a glorified executioner is not entirely wrong. The blood on her hands has seared into her skin until Clorinde can no longer remember what it felt like before she took a man's life-- there are times at night where she wakes up panting, nails digging into her skin with the sole intention of scraping the memory of red splashed across her palms. There are times where she feels as if she is drowning, where she dreams of a time where on the opposite end of the dueling right, there lies Navia; unmoving, run through with Absolution's blade, and the life essence of another Caspar smeared across her shirt, her skin, her blade. She's not talking about today's duel anymore.

Clorinde's hands are balled into fists so tight that her knuckles run white; they grasped and clawed at the fabric of her skirt as she hunched forward slightly, staring at nothing in particular on the floor. A tremor slowly spread to her arms, and then her shoulders, almost as if she was making a poor attempt to carry a great weight that her body was wholly incapable of bearing. "I don't know how you do this. How you choose to keep me close." The words were blurted without care, far before she has a chance to truly think about it. Yet despite the primal fear that set into her gut, she raised her gaze to lock with the other's-- violet eyes appearing cold and beyond reach, a stark contrast to how she normally presented herself to Navia. She trusted her, implicitly and without hesitation, yet... Navia kept a lion in the den far too close to her to be deemed safe. Clorinde's fangs dripped with blood, and she is beloved by the public, yet only when she is securely caged behind the boundaries of the dueling ring. When everyone is safe from her deadly claws, keeping their distance as she strides in circles around her prey. The stares she gets and the hushed whispers she hears in her wake confirmed the thought on a daily basis. "I'm not scared. Not of you." Navia's tone was softer than she'd ever heard it before, and Clorinde's brows knit as her mouth began to shape around some protest, awful and devastating. The tremble in her lower lip gave away her train of thought, threatening to succumb to the trench that never failed to drag her deep into its depths. Her voice wavered as she spoke, coming out as more of a choked reply than anything else. "I killed him, Navia."

Her eyes, typically steady and discerning, have lost their usual sharpness-- where her breathing normally remained steady, her chest began to rise and fall with a subtle, uneven rhythm. Clorinde felt her eyes begin to water, and she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek in a futile attempt to force her tone to remain even and calm. She's highly aware that she didn't deserve this treatment. Navia never had to allow her back into her life, but she did. She did. Perhaps she shouldn't have. Quickly, Clorinde covered her face as the tears began to fall-- and this might be the first time Navia has ever seen her cry, ever since Callas's death and since the seemingly irreparable damage to their relationship. She doesn't want to cry, she doesn't deserve to cry for something like this-- because ultimately, it's her who threw the wrench into the cogs of their relationship, even if she had no other choice but to honor Callas's wish to die by her hands. It's her who drove her blade into the chest of today's opponent, and into the chest of the only man who had treated her like a daughter. "I killed him. I'm sorry, Navia."

She repeated the apology almost as if it were a sort of mantra, curling in on herself as her words are broken by the occasional sharp breath punching through her lungs in the same way a bullet would. If it was Navia holding the gun, she'd take that bullet. It was only fitting, after all, for a daughter to properly avenge her father's killer- perhaps that was the justice she deserved all along.

@dellarosula

[tfshouldidohere]

GUESS WHO I GOT !?!?!?

I GOT LIXIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What if, what if i go to the mall today and buy smthn (skz album)

[miagkoi]

in a better world I would have been at language school right learning so I could get into a foreign uni to study what I actually like but in this one rn I'm eating really cheap peanuts reading a book that is barely keeping my attention and I also want to rip my veins out but that's not essential

[httpiastri]

AHAAAAAAAAAAA

LIFE IS SO GOOD RN

[skeletoninthemelonland]

also guess who. try guessing. i'm sure you'll never guess who it is

GRAAAWUAYWR AHAAAAAAAAAAA OOUGUHH

CALLIUX GODDESS CALLIUX GODDESS ???????????! !!qWRÇdf

[recents]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GODDDDD

sometimes ur blorbo is someone else’s (@recents) beautiful bard durge. its normal

[hakusins]

'i have assignments to do' no u have thinking of merlin holding casgil down in bed and plowing him bareback so hard his eyes roll back in his head and he cant talk anymore and he's so full of cum and a few months later he's round and pregnant and still getting plowed like a broodmare every night

AAAA A A A A A. A AJABHAJABH WHDBBHJWEDN AHAAAAAAAAAAA A. A A A A A A. A A A A A. AA A A A. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELP ME IM SURROUNDED BY DEMONS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY'RE ALL TEMPTING ME TO SIN!!!!! TO STRAY FROM THE LIGHT OF GOD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[irkenheretic]

ahaaaaaaaaaaa~ i missed anarchismas 4th biethday in september whoopsie

ANYWAY i was going thru my old posts for The Nostalgia and i think now iz a good time to mention: I AM CURED!!!!!

well. not CURED. but i DID find a painkiller regieme that worked for me AND got my heart condition diagnosed n treated (it was arrhtymia!) and now im on meds 4 it

this fandom is a burning trashpile of shit but i have unwavering faith in anarchisma as a story bc lbr, its not every day that someone hypes something up for THREE YEARS and then its largely seen as living up to the hype, even if the intro was a first person oc pov. no matter how shit the fandom becomes im still gonna do it, and be perfectly clear that anarchisma was made for an adult audience in mind but that anyone can read it- but if you dont like it, maybe. dont. read it

and if i get doxxed i get doxxed. i own a gun. and i use a pseudonym in my career anyway so like. yeah im not exactly scared of it. i'll doxx you right back idgaf. how are u gonna explain to your mommy that you have to move bc you were a bit too mean on the internet? im a grown man i can pack up and move lmfao

anyway. im gonna do nanowrimo! not for anarchisma sadly :( but wish me luuuckkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!! i wanna get in2 the writing habit so i can finish anarchisma so ya :)

[secondhandmckie]

// theme update: please let me know if you're unable to click links or if anything is illegible or broken. Theme may change again because I'm indecisive ahaaaaaaaaaaa

The question is:

[duckduckhjonk]

episode 11 time!!

Bow cannor catch

SLIDE SHOW TIME

LOOK AT THEM GO

BFDI REFERENCES

Apple is so dramatic sometimes stg

yippee straws!!

go drink OJ or something

good job Marshmallow

SOUR CREAM

you cannot possibly eliminate Paper so soon

good for Salt, get that bitch outta here

SHUT UP MEPHONE

NOOOOOOO MY NONBINARY ICON

LETS GO LESBIANISM SALT AND PEPPER REUNITING

Season one has a lot of audio issues ouhhhhh why is it echoing ahaaaaaaaaaaa

let Bomb speak, OJ

you go Bow

Coiny is that you??

wireless breath, interesting...

TACO ARMS REAL

she was revealing herself lmaoo

walmart boat

the walmart card noooooo

Bow to the rescue

Paper having flashbacks, girl are you good

ITS A BALL AGAIN

rip Apple

I think Taco should have kept her Lemon spitting abilities tbh, let that girl spit lemons and be whatever happens to her in the next season

YOU GO GIRL LETS GO MARSHMALLOW

rip OJ

LETS GO PAPER WOOOOO

I'm gonna call it here for the night, another 3 episodes. I've managed to split it to the point where I'll be done season one in two days!!

Again, overall a very enjoyable time despite some... unfortunate flaws. Massive audio problems more notably with these ones. Although I do have some negatives with it overall. But I do think its a solid foundation.

[axreliono]

every time i add smth to my queue and add my new queue tag (knowing me knowing queue) my brain helpfully supplies the most obnoxious "ahaaaAAAAAAAA" it can. just to let u know.

[koifishkiss]

person a: let me cha cha slide into that pussy babeyyy

person b: do you wish to die today?

person a: ahahaaaa maybe

person b: i question why i like you everyday