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Philanthropic Folly - To Give and Create means To Take and Destroy | ConCar BoB 2

To be on stage is to perform, to sing is to tell a story. Constellation Carnival was called up - their turn - to sing, to dance, to show, to tell-

To Create.

Clarabell pulled open the curtains, moving backstage to take her place as a director, hoping to find her place at the piano offstage before she missed her queue; lights dimmed, silhouettes of toy boxes and Nendoroids upon the stage, as a doll sat in waiting. Cecilie’s eyes cast downwards as the instrumental warms up, make-up on her limbs denoting ball-joints, her face pale as porcelain. Witch, sitting upon the edge of the stage, strums her guitar and casts her tired eyes towards the audience. Swan is pushing a wheelchair into position, casting an unsteady gaze out to the audience, his lips pinched closed.

The stage is set with an odd scene. Toyboxes made of painted wood thrown together from the storage room, books of fantasy and poetry lay open amidst them, scattered about the stage. The Constellation Carnival nendoroids, too, poised in new outfits matching the ones the real people wore. A memorial has been set front and center, set for two, and littered with origami flowers. Canvases that Swan had received from the gacha and paints from the store have been set just aside from a work desk brought from one of the classrooms.

As a prismatic glow did not land upon the stage to start … .but instead, the filtered spotlight landed on one in the audience, and the voice of Constellation Carnival’s Hatsune Miku began the narration, the size of an actual doll upon the stage, glowing as her voice carries out through the amplifier. She wore a dress of deep blue and gold, and amidst her speech, she swayed her arms and twirled, dancing along to rhythmic beats of her own words.

“To be human was surely nothing short of a curse. Destined to love and lose, our finite breath was far from blessed. The cycle of grief and loss was too much to swallow, so humans beseeched God from a reprieve of his cruel game of existence. They begged for more time. They begged for an eternity with their loved ones.”

In prayer, Swan and Witch kneel upon the stage, heads bowed low, nearly touching the floor. A haunting, synthetic score billows forth, taking to the sky, just as Witch and Swan do. Rhythmically, the two lurch to their feet, their hands slithering up towards the ceiling, the picture of rapture.

“But God can only take and maim. Us weary humans fester under his indifference until we rot.”

Dismissed so brutally, so swiftly, Swan and Witch exchange helpless glances, collapsing back to the floor in anguish and despair.

“And yet…” Miku gives another twirl, her soul-stirring voice synchronizing to the music. “Humans could not give up their plight so easily. Cast aside, refuted, and ultimately ignored, those humans turned to wicked means and wicked magic for their respite.”

On the stage, a fatigued Swan Song pores over a heavy tome, Witch craning her head over his shoulder. Solemnly, the two turned as one to face the Nendoroids, ancient chants spewing from trembling lips. Swan brandished the Cecilie Nendoroid to the audience, as though beseeching their breath. Witch and Swan lurched back and forth, their hands parsing over the facsimile of life, trying to muster forth an unknown energy from its still body.

“They played God the only way they knew how, shaking hands with the Devil, a solemn vow made to be all that their indifferent lord had never been. An accursed bargain was struck, rotten magic bartered, and us grieving toymakers were given the cruel irony to breathe life into our creations. The finite can spin the infinite. Eternal life may be granted -”

Cecilie slowly jerked to life, pastel eyes blinking. Uncertain, unaware, a new life starting its first page as she purposefully stumbled to her feet. Spinning as she matched the melody, time turning ever forward. A smile - innocent - brushed itself onto her face with a steady hand. Life may be granted, life was given, and she revelled in it so, how beautiful this gift was. Adoration, energy, juxtaposing her creator as he tucked the Nendoroid away and approached his newest creation.

He offered her a stiff bow; in turn, Cecilie and Miku dipped into a ceramic curtsy. Witch oversaw the entire proceedings, a look of awe on her face.

Humans really could work wonders…

“But at a price.” Miku turned to the audience again, leaving Swan and Cecilie to their own background performance, where Swan lifted his arm, dipped in a twirl, swept into a bow, and Cecilie mimicked his movements once he was done. “We could never immortalize flesh and blood. Those laid to rest would never wake again. We could never breathe life back to the ones we lost, and creating new life was a far cry from restoring old. We could only grant eternity, never experience it. And so, our blessing became our rot, as we sculpted more and more of our eternal companions, gave them a reprieve from the fear of death, and we learned firsthand why God was so heartless.”

Swan and Cecilie dreamily promenaded around the stage, Witch at his other arm. The pair gazed upon the crux of their research, the testament of their efforts, with nothing short of paternal pride. Cecilie basked in their attention, tip-toeing across the stage, her movements graceful, but measured and angular rather than billowing and loose, as though her limbs could only extend and twist so far.

Miku matched her movements, delicate hops and twirls precluding her continued narration.

“Time passed. Eons marched away. And the humans began to dwindle, and go extinct. To be solely human has become something of a blessing; only few are granted that blissful mortality. Only a blessed few would learn love and would learn loss and could have the privilege of taking that to the grave. The rest, the living dolls, the timeless and ancient, must find some solace in their respective eternities. Until the day their mainspring breaks and they move no more, an artificial soul shackled to a broken body, they can only love that which they are destined to lose - and that’s the closest they’ll ever get to becoming human. That’s what they must live with…”

Dull eyes, doll eyes, two of a pair, cast out over the audience. Cecilie extends her arms towards them in a pantomime of a warm embrace, as if she could shelter them from what was to come, the harsh reality of the spoken words.

“Forever.”

Cecilie squeezes her eyes shut, her face painted with remorse. She’s sorry. She’s so sorry. As if the audience was the one afflicted with this immortal curse instead of her.

“Our true story begins with one of the last toymakers in existence and his apprentice, grieving their solitude.”

Swan sits poised in his wheelchair, stooped as though the weight of a world rested on his shoulders, one of paints and ceramics, one he’d so diligently made. Witch is dutifully at his side, hands clasped as though in prayer, guitar across her back. Both are adorned in brown robes and buckles. They kneel at a memorial for two set on the stage, littered with crafted dahlia and sunflowers of orange, purple, and yellow paper, their faces haggard with loss.

“The loss of human life was always a tragedy, sparse as it was, and though the toymaker and his apprentice had attempted to shut out their fellow humans and surround themselves with homunculi to protect their hearts, the two now found themselves grieving what might have been, what they could have had, what they never pursued. What was never created, and never would.

“Never before had they been so alone. Now it was just them, and the toymaker’s creations left. God never felt quite as lonely as he did when surrounded by his own creations.”

As the narration concluded, Miku posed in a frozen fashion, mimicking the look of a ballerina from a music box, waiting for the key on her back to be turned like clockwork, and simply watching on as a helpless observer.

Synthesized music began to spill across the stage, a haunting composition crafted by Swan Song, guiding the song in the direction of a dirge. From the orchestra pit, the grieving timbre of a piano accompanies the melody, gouging a hollow sort of sadness, repetitive and cyclical as a music box’s score.

An adjusted instrumental of The Dream the Doll Girl Had, along with musical elements of Leia haunts the air, a symphonious specter Swan had orchestrated using his synth machine and natural sounds from the Fantasy SEKAI. Interwoven throughout the composition, the lonely and mechanical trills of birdsong give the illusion of a clockwork garden, handcrafted and hand painted.

The lighting adjusted to drape over the lonely girl on the stage, abandoned by her mourning creators. The cookie on the spotlight created a dazzling effect, splintering the light into a chromatic array of stained glass. The prismatic display fell across Cecilie’s slender shoulders, striking a resonant chord within the audience, an ambiance so familiar, of watching the world pass by through a stained glass window.

The lyrics start with her, the lost, the forgotten. Dressed ornately, with a wind-up key attached to her back, colorful in contrast to her dreary creators, Cecilie’s voice rings out like the bells of a funeral. Her haunting lyrics beg for the love her toymaker had for his fellow humans. She calls from the garden where the two human souls were laid to rest, trying to remind Swan of her crafted existence. He need not bear the weight of solitude alone; come, share your burden.

But humans cannot measure God except in their indifference. Swan cannot be summoned to her side. He laments the loss he suffered instead of celebrating all he made; he remains haunted, plagued. His voice can only murmur in response, foggy, melancholy, gray - could this mean my future will always be gray - but his projection and rhythm rolled like arriving thunder. Every word sighed into the microphone spoke to weariness, underscored with suppressed wrath. Desperation and need.

He needs to hear their voice, even as an echo. He needs to see their faces, even if on a canvas of lies.

Maybe creation was a blessing, but in the meantime, his feelings for his own golems were nothing but a charity.

Wheeling himself to his workbench, turning his back on his own creation, he aspires to create a homunculus the likes of which has never been done before. Flesh and blood. Human in every aspect. He would measure God and find the solution.

Dahlia.

Paint smears across a canvas, a flurry of orange and purple. He dons and decorates the Nendoroids, pulls at his hair, frantically tries to deduce what’s missing. As he wheels himself across the stage, poring over book after book, tossing them all aside, he sets the chair in a frenzied spin, a tornado that sweeps across the stage, and tips him over right in front of the canvas. Like a dying man, he claws himself up, gazing upon the splattered canvas with desperation.

Though Cecilie pleads him to stop, to rest, to love, reaching for his toppled form, Witch intercepts her movements, and the two are swept in a sedated waltz. Though Witch was, visually, the one blocking Cecilie’s route to the overworked toymaker, it was evidently Cecilie guiding the dance. Steps flowed into sways, grieved gyrations, as Cecilie sings out for Swan, her voice muffled with timidity.

“I will sincerely love you, you only.”

Her voice cries, moving alongside Witch as the other shuffles wearily in turn. As hard as she tries to get closer, she is blocked. A weeping heart attempting to scream to be let past, but Witch steps back. Puppetting, Orchestrating, Playing along as Cecilie continues to try to scream.

“Until this mainspring breaks.”

Thankfully, her voice wasn’t alone; Miku’s rose to match hers, as her still form came to life once more to accompany her hand-in-hand in her plight to reach the human heart, the back-up vocals providing the buoyancy needed to lift Cecilie’s plea skyward. A cacophony of adoration, a sickly love taken from the ability to be, and the refusal to be seen.

Swan rights himself and his wheelchair, setting himself back at the desk with the Nendoroids, chest heaving as he composed himself. Again, he will try, again, and again, his voice joining in with Cecilie’s as he begins to finally, finally, respond to her calls.

But not favorably.

Their voices began to overlap and overlay, clashing, arguing; Cecilie’s words came out in a gale of rapid-fire desperation; she hardly dared even pause to catch her breath. Swan’s were more measured and slow, weary and worn, as though he’d sang the same verse time and again, the same old song and dance, the same argument. Miku herself let out her own plea, reaching out with a desire personally familiar to her own experiences, a wish to touch those unlike herself. This isn’t the first time creations have begged God. This wouldn’t be the last. The polyphony wove together, the two somehow maintaining a cohesion even with differing rhythms.

“Embedded in my heart is my love for you.”

“I can’t love you exceptionally. Please understand that.”

“There is just no stopping this madness.”

“God made humans and ruined them with his indifference.”

Everything Cecilie does serves to remind him of his short-comings - his faults, his failures. His own mortifying humanity. Sharply, he turns to face her and Witch, lurching to his feet. He doesn’t dance so much as step, fancy motions and gyrations beyond his capability with his current injuries. But his form thrusts into every stride, a true showman. Kinetic awareness was his sixth sense; fully aware of how much space he filled and where he turned and tread, every movement was muscle memory.

As though aghast, Witch and Cecilie stumble in their dance when he approaches, his voice becoming nimble, electric. In response, Cecilie’s own rhythm dropped to a hush, a sudden quietude over her performance.

And just like that, the two traded tempos, receiving the other’s rhythm; finishing out the polyphony on opposite sides of the spectrum, with Cecilie’s verse measured with acceptance, Swan’s near frantic with anguish. Witch matched Swan’s words, taking Cecilie’s hands in her own, pleading with her to understand. The Doll smiled, wishing to be lost, yet her life continued on without love.

“When I heard you sing, I felt ecstasy, yet it seems so distant to me.

Whether you exist or not is all that matters, whether you withstand all my emotions,

I don’t need my eyes to see what love is, just come back to us,”

“Craving for a God who gave up on love,

Clinging to you, we pitiful innocent pray

He is ironically fated to make your flower bloom with his sorrow…”

In tandem, the name slips past their lips, like a prayer, like a curse.

“Dahlia.”

When their shared verse is over, Swan collapses back to his chair, turning his back to Cecilie once more. Propping himself over the dolls, the Nendoroids, Swan waves the two girls aside, returning to his task. Cecilie watches over him mournfully as Witch returns to his side and aids him in his duties, strumming along to the melody on her guitar. Miku returns to a still pose, much like a statue crafted with a masterful touch.

He must find a way to create life, even if that means he gave up love. So keep that unwanted love to yourself forever, if that’s what it takes.

But this wouldn’t do. A blank canvas was needed. He’d start again, if that’s what it took.

He flung the canvas aside, and set a new one on the easel. And the process repeated. Nendoroid limbs were twisted near the point of breaking, the canvases were splattered with acrylics and ideals. Again. And again.

Failed attempts are thrown behind him, cast aside in Cecilie’s path, who weaves and twirls as though to avoid the projectile canvases and Nendoroids. Fluttering about, a butterfly in the wind watching over her creator as he tore himself apart further. A doll stayed. This world, his world that he’s created, is upside down, it feels so wrong. Plucking a few flowers from the memorial, Cecilie sways as she threaded together a flower crown from origami blooms, delicately crowning Swan as the king of this wretched world.

Would this help make it right? Swan shakes his head. Their voices layer over one another, using each other’s pitch and tone to climb, higher, higher, ballooned by ample breath.

Maybe creation was a folly. And his feelings for the golems amounted to little more than heartless philanthropy.

That tension built as his voice rose to the occasion, answering prayer with fault and failure. God grew tired of human greed and became philanthropic, but was this philanthropy heartless? Soulless? How was he to tell? From where could he find a sincere response? Would his creations not answer favorably time and again; could they do naught but pray and love?

Would creation never match reality?

His arms sweep the remaining Nendoroids from the workshop table, and he buries his head within them, his lyrics testifying to his own inadequacies as he slumps, defeated. The flower crown falls from his head as Cecilie reaches forward, frantic to pick it up as the other’s low vocals match hers once again, turning to offer the crown again.

“I sense the moment when the clock stops ticking, the world we live in will evaporate,”

Humans can’t measure God; that was the answer. The crown of flowers placed delicately on his head might as well have been made of thorns. That was how they were made.

“Live a Life That has been Destined.”

Witch’s guitar backings add rebellion to the tune, a cacophonous ‘no, no, no’ that eventually synchronizes with the melody. This was unacceptable. This reality, had he the power to reject it? To substitute, in its place, a world of ceramic an acrylic and fantasy?

There’s a dreadful pause as Swan once more drifts to his feet. Haunting backup vocals from Miku and Witch score his movements, and he measures every step to their rhythm. He turns to Cecilie, at long last looking upon her. Her eyes meet his, a deliberate hand held out - reaching towards her before it retracts.

He approaches her, step by pointed step, singing low, singing sorrow. Taking her face in his hands, he makes a final prayer to an unanswering God as their foreheads press together. His eyes flutter closed, their breaths becoming one as she places her hand over his, leaning into the touch.Though he’s ignored for you so long, at least hear this - and erase this heartache -

“Never stop laughing and smiling for me, always have a dream; a wish to pray for,”

“And if none of this has reached you, then perhaps you should just kill me instead.”

There it is again - that riff from Witch. No, no, no, no - Unacceptable!

And then his voice erupts. He tugs Cecilie into a simplistic waltz, a step into another. The tension his voice had been building throughout the performance finally snaps. With volcanic gusto, molten words spew forth, the storm of his voice rolling over the auditorium, powerful in lyricism and depth. Cecilie’s projection struggles to match his, a feather dancing in a hurricane as they collapse. As they lament together, their craving for a God starved of love, his lonesome, loathsome creations standing and praying. It’s all the power they have.

Maybe creation was a prayer. One that goes unheard, but does that mean we ever stop trying? Do we ever stop trying to become that facsimile of a God, who in and of himself, was but a human construct? Maybe it was a forgone defiance; a shout in the dark against the endless night that comes for all existence, a single flicker of a candle flame -

But let there be light. And let it illuminate Constellation Carnival’s true intentions.

Much like that human godly construct, creation was a concept that defied comprehension. Inspired from the experiences of life and death until it wholly transcended both, until both beginning and end became synonymous with the creative process. For some people, it’s the journey; others, the destination. You could pour your life and your breath into it, and find it still unfulfilling, enough to drive one to madness. Or you could take a step back, enjoy what you’ve made - bless the breath in your own lungs, take pride in the words you loose like balloons into the air. Constellation Carnival has created a narrative, a performance, and they didn’t need to use magic to reveal the hidden card up their sleeve.

When it comes to creation, controversy is inevitable. The understanding could vary; the language could be foreign. The interpretation could skew so very far from the intention. Arguments could be made, even regarding Constellation Carnival’s performance. Was it a beautiful eulogy memorializing the dead, or was it in poor taste to invoke their names considering recent events? Was creation immortalizing or damning? Constellation Carnival didn’t shy away from this question, but rather embraced it, delivered it to their audience on a silver star with bated breath, listening for their own thoughts and opinions, awaiting judgement.

They invited your hatred if that’s what this performance invoked. Love will do just as well. Indifference? So be it. But let nothing distract you from the truth, the message in invisible ink, written in ALL CAPS, impossible to miss.

The entire performance, the entire narrative, was nothing short of damnation and condemnation for Miku Prime, a curse and a blight upon her actions and her existence. The lonely, indifferent God who thought little of human life and heard nothing of prayer. The antithesis to creation, a wicked fiend who insisted upon the forging of bonds and relationships, merely to crush it under heel in the same breath. An insult to life and breathing.

It didn’t matter what hells you put them through. Dahlia and Hitome would be remembered. Dahlia and Hitome. And nothing made that more clear than the final verse, sung in tandem by two souls, enraged and grieving. Cecilie and Swan bury themselves in each other’s embrace, sinking to the floor.

“This canvas I built overflows with lies, I’ll bury it along with you!

If I find a way to show all of the, evidence that you and she existed,”

“A girl crafted by a miserable puppet smiles gently like she’s alive,”

“I will then proceed to burn everything, destroy all that I can see,”

“Dahlia…

“Holding you in my arms, I make flowers bloom with sorrow…”

Dahlia…”

It’s nothing short of a threat and a declaration of war, marching under the banner of the deceased. As the music begins to crest to its finale, Swan promptly disentangles himself from Cecilie’s embrace, blazing eyes facing out towards the crowd, and at once, it’s apparently obvious.

This was his idea. Any punishment, any hatred for their audacity, should be directed at him, and him alone, be it from Miku Prime or otherwise. But spare his unit from his own folly. Though he could not perform at his best due to his debilitating injuries, let that reflect on him and him alone – and damn you all the more for that. He hopes the song made that more than clear.

A stain slowly seeps into existence on the fabric of his outfit, dark and foreboding. Even though he had refrained from most fancy movements, he still flung himself from the wheelchair for the bit – he must have opened one of his wounds with a stunt like that.

Cecilie didn’t seem keen on leaving him to face the music of his actions alone; she came to flutter behind him, her hand ghosting over his arm, as though hesitant to touch, but wanting to make her support known. Witch, on the other hand, is a stalwart pillar at her unit mates’ side, staring blankly into the audience, gauging their reactions. There is an undeniable exhaustion in her eyes, a slight droop to her shoulders, but she’s still standing.

Swan glances back over his shoulder, jerking his head in a beckoning gesture to the clown girl lurking in the background.

As she is called upon, Clarabell makes her way awkwardly on the stage from the sidelines she had been lurking from during the performance, her piano had hopefully been up to par to make the performance of her peers enjoyable enough, but she could never be confident in something like that, especially with how little experience the poor girl had. Her nerves were clear in her approach to the stage, stiff motions as she brought herself next to her peers, and sure enough her voice spoke softly soon after she found her position here at the end, barely audible to anybody too far from the stage.

“Ah… um… thanks…. For listening…”

Her tone was soft, she was barely projecting her voice and the general look about her was one of nerves and uncertainty. After everything that had happened she could only see the crowd as something threatening to herself, she had never stood up before so many people before and it certainly wasn’t going to become easy for her overnight. Not to mention her embarrassment, clear across her cheeks as they grew more red as she failed to stutter out a few more words.

“We tried… very hard…”

Her group certainly did, but there wasn’t much confidence in what she said in regards to herself. She was never the type to be confident in herself, that much was obvious by now. As she took another pathetic look over the crowd it was likely that it was just too much for her, as she quickly turned on her heel and darted towards the back of the stage once more. As any would expect from somebody like Clarabell though, this was followed by her quickly tripping over herself and falling face first onto the stage, a pathetic whine coming from the clown before she quickly skittered off stage as best as she could

At least she tried.

Swan heaves a sigh, expelling air between his teeth as he takes over for Clarabell’s clumsy dismissal. “We hope you enjoyed Constellation Carnival’s second performance.” He forces a smile that looks more like a grimace, prodding discreetly at his re-opened wounds. Someone was going to need another trip to the infirmary when all was said and done.

For now, though, he was more concerned with the reactions of his peers. Whatever emotions or feelings they had regarding their performance, they were entitled to all of it and then some. Whether or not their efforts were appreciated, whether or not it was all in poor taste, there was little the Constellation Carnival could do except face the music.

Whatever the case may be, come what may - he hoped Miku Prime received their message, loud and clear.

Song(s): Mashup between Leia & The Dream the Doll Girl Had (With Adjusted Lyrics)

Art Credit to Ser/@serieo

#submission #cecilie #swan #witch #clarabell

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parismemes · 4 years ago

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THINGS I’VE SAID ON DISCORD (OCTOBER EDITION) AS SENTENCE STARTERS.

“tell me everythng.” “HEHEHEHEHEHEHE” “i have read every single one of them and do not intend to stop” “i on principle only like songs that go hard” “I DIDNT THINK IT WAS GOING TO BE THAT SAD WHAT THE FUCK” “heehoo. water boy.” “why i always sleep through this shit i hate it here” “gacha games count as gambling” “im also there. im laughing” “u r doing so much math and im just like hehe money” “what the fuck what the fuck NOOO what the fuck im dfgjhhfjgdhjfgkjdkghjd” “what a traumatic backstory” “I CAN SEE YOU READING MY MESSAGES IM GONAN GET FINESSED OUT THE FUCKIN WINDOW“ “THAT’S not good!” “if hes a fraid of dogs that sounds like a him problem” “i honestly deserve recognition for the absolute shit i just pulled off” “YES FUCK YEAH YEAH YEAH HELL YEAH FUCK YEAH HELL FUCKIN YEAH WOOOOOOOOO YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!” “why the fuck would you want that” “yeah hes my only one true love” “by a few i of course mean like 600″ “no one fucking appreciate me” “thank you ___ for being the only person who appreciate me” “i reveal it in pieces and make you put it together like a puzzle” “im smart and never regret it“ “see, i just dont think thats right” “i will continue dangling it in front of your face like a scientist dangling bait in front of a fish (who is also in a maze)” “hes actually like an absolute fucking nerd a complete fool a fucking dumbass” “sorry your message glitched and i cannot read. anyway back to my leverage over you which is forcing you into a corner,” “it's not extortion because i don't know what extortion means” “why do they talk like exes. its because they are exes” “TIME SENSITIVE QUESTION PLEASE RESPOND” “he's a content creator he'll be fine” “what does this mean? but yes” “NICE NICE NNICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE” “for future record ___ just used the word poggers” “look at all these fuckin blondes” “its only been like a week and a half at most” “hes doing it out of affection” “ISNT THIS THE FUNNIEST SHIT YOUVE EVER SEEN” “you are terrible and also the worst” “i was going to send it at midnight but i got distracted trying to figure out the most barebones way to say happy birthday without sounding weird” “do you think i get punished more or less if i do sins” “i dont think the sins count as extra points if you commit them on the way to hell” “run over pedestrians” “i am slowly descending into insanity today, as a hobby” “you are a shit boy. a little shit boy go eat boxes“ “it's ok. we can figure it out later” “i didnt notice at first but it is in fact All The Fuck Over” “ITS BEEN OVER 12 HOURS” “hey guys just turns out we might have a ✨ gas leak ✨” “im sure if we put our braincells together we can figure SOMETHING out” “curious georg” “thank god. i could and would have argued this for several hours” “i think the worst thing ive heard today is someone calling the movie enchanted a reverse isekai” “i should not and will not stop” “i was RIGHT AHHAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA” “that wasnt a question you read it wrong” “i have no idea who this is but that wont stop me” “THIS MAN REALLY SAID HEAD EMPTY WHAT IS MONEY” “sometimes i say things and its best to just pretend you know what i mean” “WOT THIS” “I DONT WANT PEE ON MY BED“ “tired of all these stupid fuckin plants” “could you even really consider jelly filled donuts donuts?” “actually everything is real” “if you eat cereal for dinner, you're not having fucking breakfast” “i think my in real life superpower is that i have freakishly fast metabolism” “i dont care if you are evil you are MY TYPE” “you dirty criminal” “is a dessert item a dessert if it isn't eaten after dinner? discuss” “ok im done for the Right Now” “found a concerning orb. in the sky.” “HOW DID YOU KILL THEM” “why do i do this to myself why do i keep doing this” “the only simp here is me” “I No Longer Wish To Know!“ “DID THEY JUST END AN ENTIRE SPECIES” “WE ARE DETERMINED” “this is also really funny by virtue of the fact that these people are all fucking british” “they throw rocks at me and say we want the himbo” “THE CONTEXT IS IMPORTANT HERE” “its something that i SPECIFICALLY am passionate about” “hanburnger?” “thats just what living with siblings is like” “howd she get there? fuckin beats me dude idk” “i remember everything i am like a shark with an abnormally good memory” “i am sorry that you are predictable” “Hey Guys, Just Checkiing In To Make Sure You Got My Joke, Just Making Sure, I Just Wanted To Check In And See If You Got The Joke, Because I Was Afraid You Wouldnt Get It, So Im Just Checking In,” “i marked your worm” “what are you gonna do. unsend whatever you send me? i am Shaking in my fuzzy socks rn” “you Know i hate the idea of being wrong” “You Did Not Need To Stroke His Ego” “i am too stupid to live and if i was not vaccinated my genes would have no chance of being passed on because i would be dead” “~the oldest anarchy server in minecraft history~” “am i shaking because of adrenaline or rage.... who can tell” “I HAVE SO MUCH ADRENALINE IN ME BUT ITS 1 AM IN THE MORNING” “jokes on u i fucking HATE ___ i think hes the worst” “JUST IMPULSE MADE BROWNIES AT 9 PM HEYOOOO” “cry about it more bitch boy maybe piss your pants while ur at it” “im getting so casually toxic back to toxic gamer boys” “itll be fiiiiiine” “we are all stupid mice who take turns being the piper” “queen of bargains is me i am the queen of bargaining and scoring deals” “its not TECHNICALLY a direct threat but also yes it is” “i see a demon i go possess me then bitch boy u wont” “AAAA THE FUCKIN VIIIIBES” “IM NOT GOING TO STOP BEING MAD ABOUT IT”

#sentence starters #rp memes #ask memes #rp meme #ask meme #the first one i did of this did really well....

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cherrymerrymuffin · 4 years ago

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dontenchantme · 5 years ago

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catastrophe - part one

Rated T, itaru x izumi.

she had a feeling this whole "pretend to be in a relationship" thing wasn't going to end well.

fics masterlist

It all started when Izumi decided she wanted to go to South Korea.

Why? There was no real reason. One day, she found herself thinking about going on a nice vacation and South Korea just popped into her mind.

She tried not to think too much about going overseas. She was MANKAI Company’s director and she had responsibilities. But it didn’t help when her email kept getting flooded with advertisements from tour companies offering really attractive package deals. One night, it was two in the morning, she was tired, she was kind of hungry, she received a well-timed email and the next thing she knew she had clicked on the ad.

No. No, no. No. But her hand seemed disconnected from her brain and she just stared at her screen as she looked through the different images of what Seoul had to offer – hanboks! Jeju Island! Snacks and souvenirs! Nice scenery! A break from her work!

The next day she spoke to each of the troupe leaders and asked if they would mind if she went on a short holiday. None of them raised any objection, and there weren’t any plays coming up soon, so this was the best time to go on vacation if she wanted to. In fact, they all seemed to want her to take a break.

She felt a little bad. But yeah, maybe it was time she took some time off for herself. She had some concerns about travelling though. Izumi didn’t want to go with a tour, which meant she’d have to sort out her flight, accommodation and itinerary.

Food shouldn’t be a problem. Seoul looked like it had lots of things to eat. She was curious about kimchi. She’d never tried it before. Maybe it would make an interesting addition to one of her curry recipes? She’d have to give it a try.

She reminded herself to search for a place to stay, preferably with a kitchen. She’d like to still have curry when she was overseas, and there was no guarantee that she would be able to find any good curry in Seoul.

Another problem she considered was the language barrier. She didn’t know any Korean at all – well, besides annyeonghaseyo and gamsahabnida, or however you pronounced those. She was pretty sure two phrases wouldn’t be enough for her to communicate with anyone. But maybe she could scrape by with the help of Google Translate.

Nevertheless, after she booked her flight and found some affordable lodging – yes, with a kitchen! – the next thing she did was go to a nearby bookstore and purchase a guidebook for Seoul and a basic Korean language book.

That was where Itaru found her, sitting on the sofa and staring at her language book, trying to memorise basic phrases. Like how to ask for directions to the nearest restroom.

“What’s that?” He flopped onto the sofa beside her, his gaze focused on his mobile game. Izumi didn’t look up from her reading.

“Um, I’m trying to learn some basic Korean. I don’t want to get stuck in Seoul not knowing how to speak to anyone,” she mumbled, the words on the page beginning to blur together. She never did have a head for languages, and this book was not helping in the slightest.

“Oh? Korean isn’t super difficult.” Itaru was jabbing his finger furiously against his screen. She didn’t want to know what he was doing. “I can teach you if you want.”

She blinked, looking up at that. “Wait. You know Korean? How come?”

“I used to play this Korean game. Had to pick up a little to understand what my party members were saying.” Itaru stopped poking his screen, then held his phone out to her. “Hey, pull for me, will you? I want this new SSR card.”

She sighed but reached over and tapped the button anyway – ten little boxes appeared on the screen and started to shake. Itaru skipped the animation and stared at his screen, studying the results. “Oh wow, Director, your gacha luck is pretty good. See? She looks just like you.” He showed her the screen again.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen Itaru’s favourite in-game girl. She still failed to see the resemblance. “Uh. I guess?”

“I’m going to make her my main page character.” She stared at Itaru fiddling with his phone for a while before she suddenly remembered what they were talking about.

“Wait, wait. You know Korean!” She repeated this just to be certain, and Itaru nodded absentmindedly. “And you’re willing to teach me?”

“Well, yeah. You just want to know some basic Korean, right?” he asked.

“Just enough to ask for help if I get lost. Or ask for recommendations, maybe.” She glanced at her language book again and promptly shut it. Nope, not helping at all.

“Sure.” Itaru suddenly put down his phone, and she blinked, taken aback when he met her gaze. “I just have one favour to ask, though. It’s not difficult or anything,” he added, noticing the way she hesitated. “But you’re the only one who can help me.”

“What do you need?” Fine. If he was going to teach her Korean, then helping him out was the least she could do.

Itaru smiled. She wasn’t sure whether he did it intentionally or not, but this was his princely smile and while it was undeniably charming, she suddenly had a really bad feeling about it.

“There’s going to be a company dinner on Friday, and I’ve exhausted all my excuses, so I’ll have to show up this time. I was hoping you’d go with me.”

“Me?” She immediately panicked at the thought – she remembered the last time she stumbled across Itaru at one of his company events, surrounded by a whole bunch of women. The moment he saw her, he pounced on her and used her as an excuse to not go for karaoke with them – the way those women glared at her still left a bad taste in her mouth. “Itaru, the last time your colleagues saw me, they looked like they wanted to kill me.”

“You’ll be fine! I promise!” he wheedled. “If I bring a date, they’ll get off my back and I can go home earlier. And I’ll help you with your Korean. It’s a win-win!”

She found herself a little swayed by the desperation in his eyes. It was the first time she’d seen him so emotional…if she didn’t count him yelling at his screen whenever he lost one of his games. “It’s just one night, right? No more after that?”

“No more after that,” he affirmed. She paused, considering her options – her trip to Korea was in a month. She had seen the way Itaru tutored the other boys and she knew he was a good teacher – he could probably drill some basic phrases into even her language-resistant brain. And all she had to do was pretend to be his girlfriend.

“You know I’m not a great actress, though…” she cautioned. “What if I give it away and the others find out that we’re not really together or anything?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t say that you’re my girlfriend, so it’ll be totally up to their interpretation.” Itaru smiled. “Unless you want to be my girlfriend?”

She felt her face flame. “No!” she blurted out, waving her hands in front of her. His grin just widened. “I mean, not that you’d make a bad boyfriend or something, but no!”

“I was just kidding, Director. You know, you’re cute when you’re flustered.” Itaru leant back into the sofa, stretching. He kind of reminded her of a cat. “So, you’re okay with the plan, right? Keep your Friday evening free then. It’s a date.”

Her face was still warm. “You don’t have to say it that way,” she protested.

“But I want to.” He laughed at the look on her face and she pouted, wishing he’d stop being amused at her expense. “Anyway, I’ll hold up my end of the bargain. You want to start learning some Korean now?”

She nodded. If Itaru was offering, then they might as well – after all, it was rare that he didn’t immediately slip into his room after returning from work.

He reached for her book on the table, his fingers just barely grazing her hand, and she shivered – when he flipped to a random page, his dark blond bangs falling over his forehead, she couldn’t help but think about how good-looking he was.

That time she saw him at his company event, he had been so charming, his dazzling smile reminding her of the first time she ever met this man. But she liked him best when he was relaxed like this, and not wearing his public persona. After finding out what Itaru was like in private, it was hard to take his work image seriously.

He glanced up from the page and caught her eye, his lips curving into another lazy smile, and she quickly averted her gaze, pressing the back of her hand against her cheek. Yep, still warm. How was he so good at getting under her skin?

#itaru chigasaki #a3 itaru #act! addict! actors!#a3!#itaru x izumi

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mikucollemmc · 6 years ago

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[Info] Happy Birthday MikuFes! - Until August 3

Celebrate Miku’s birthday in this special edition of MikuFes!

Daily 2 MikuCoins Login daily for 2 MikuCoins. These will be sent to your present box.

Birthday Packs

Three packs are available for purchase. Each pack can be purchased once per person.

Miku Birthday Celebration! Score Packs Miku Birthday Special! 220 coins + Song Score - 9800 Yen -MikuCoins x220 -Song Score x100

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recentanimenews · 3 years ago

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Mitrasphere Celebrates Crunchyroll-Hime’s Birthday and More!

Crunchyroll-Hime and Yuzu are making their way back to Mitrasphere to celebrate Hime’s birthday on June 6th! To top it off, we’re also rolling out Patch 2.1 with more game improvements, so buckle up and get ready to read about all of the exciting things that are just around the corner!

100 FREE PULLS

Hime isn’t coming empty handed! Everyone attending her birthday celebration will be gifted with up to 100 free pulls!

Throughout the campaign duration, all players will be able to do one free 10-pull a day on a special banner, up to 100 pulls max per account. The banner will feature the Shears, Kalneri, and Morpho Weapon Series, so don’t miss out!

1500 NP STEP-UP GACHA

Hime’s step-up gacha is returning for a limited time, but this time there’s an extra special treat: you will only need 1,500 Nekia Points to exchange for a featured item of your choice! This is quite the bargain, so if you’re aiming for a specific piece of Hime’s special equipment, now’s the best chance to get it!

HIME AVATAR LOGIN BONUS

Hime’s login bonus is returning! Those who missed out before will now be able to procure Hime’s full avatar! The daily bonus will be structured as below:

Day 1: Avatar (Mouth/Makeup) - Crunchyroll-Hime’s Smile & Makeup

Day 2: 50 Sea Crystals

Day 3: Avatar (Eyes/Eyebrows) - Crunchyroll-Hime’s Eyes & Eyebrows

Day 4: 100 Sea Crystals

Day 5: Avatar (Hair) - Crunchyroll-Hime’s Hair

Day 6: 100 Sea Crystals

Day 7: Avatar (VO) - Crunchyroll-Hime’s Voice

HIME’S STORY EVENT RETURNS

Hime’s story event returns, but with a few tweaks! Players will be able to earn up to four exchange tickets for clearing the event stages, but the Hime Exchange Shop will be housing even better weapons this time!

Redeem your Hime Exchange Tickets for any weapon from the Angel, Ember, Flor, Kerat, Trane, and Belial series!

We’ve also tweaked the difficulty of Stages 3 and 4 of the event, so new players should have an easier time to complete the event this time. Remember: you’ll be able to earn Hime’s free outfit by clearing the story event, so make sure to help Hime, Matilda, and the others capture the Sky Pirates.

Good luck!

CELEBRATION GIFT

Lastly, we’ll be sending a present of 250 Sea Crystals to all players during the campaign! This is our thanks for celebrating Hime’s important day with us. We look forward to the celebrations and will see you all there!

The campaign will last from June 6th to June 20th.

Patch 2.1

But there’s more! Following Patch 2.0, we’re now rolling out Patch 2.1 with more improvements to make your Mitrasphere experience even more enjoyable.

To start with, we’ll go over a brand new feature:

WORLD RECRUIT FILTERS (BETA)

In order to improve the party finding experience, we’ll be adding a new Filters feature to the World Recruit system. With this new feature, players will be able to filter the types of rooms they wish to join based on event type (*in progress), CP Limit, and Jobs.

You will be able to find this new feature at the top of the World Recruit chat box. Please note that this feature is currently in its beta phase, and we will be working to improve it over time.

We encourage everyone looking for parties to make use of the World Recruit chat as we look to improve upon the party finding experience.

NEW BEGINNER’S LOGIN BONUS

We’re introducing a permanent daily login bonus for all new characters to help boost them through the early stages of the game. The new login bonus will consist of the following, and will stack with any other special login bonuses happening at the same time:

Day 1: 75 Sea Crystals

Day 2: 100,000 Crimson Seeds

Day 3: 75 Sea Crystals

Day 4: 100,000 Azure Seeds

Day 5: 100 Sea Crystals

Day 6: 100,000 Jade Seeds

Day 7: Gacha Ticket

ESSENCE OF BATTLE RATES

Following the improvements to the Grand Battle Essence of Battle acquisition rates, we have decided to raise the rates for both Expert/Extra Battle bosses and Heaven’s Ocean Trial bosses. We will continue monitoring the rates and overall effect it has on the average player’s experience to ensure we are on the right track.

And that wraps up Patch 2.1! June 6th is right around the corner and we hope you are all as excited for everything that’s coming as we are.

See you soon, adventurers!

— Crunchyroll Games

By: Guest Author

#Anime #News #Latest in Anime News by Crunchyroll!

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nostalgic-blood · 7 years ago

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so i went to california a few weeks ago and...

No, I didn’t go ham. I had friends who were like “HERE HAVE THIS” and then I had this thing, and later went to a convention and THEN I went ham.

Also this was my first non-family trip so I sort of bought a souvenir anywhere I deemed important enough to do so... America, you took a lot of my money. Oh and Disneyland too.

...also I couldn’t fit some things and forgot others in that top pic.

this wall scroll my cat is trying to destroy

a backpack I bought solely so I was able to even bring all this back, and the posters/prints I STILL needed a friend to ship back anyway...

and this cute koishi i bought, all of three of which were from fanime, yes...

Disneyland souvenirs! A friend (Souless) bought the one of the left. You may have noticed Minnie Mouse ears on the first photo! I didn’t actually get them from Disneyland itself, t’was a gift from our Disneyland veteran who led us to many-a-ride and the least amount of waittime possible, Souless’ fiance Kat. :)

And yes Inside Out is my favourite Pixar movie. Watched Coco recently which was really good, but it’s only second to Inside Out. P:

Let’s start off with my ridiculous friends who decided I needed to own more merch:

All of this was bought by my friend Cannibalfood AKA Akira who went to cons and saw stuff I might like but never got around to actually shipping them to me.. and then, came with me to California and brought this stuff. This is why Negima is on there. It’s been that long.

Oh the non-weeb stuff is souvenirs I got with her while we were in San Fran, including Alcatraz touristy photos since we have few pictures together, a taxidermy place where we each got matching stingray barbs, how romantic. The rock was my very first souvenir. I wasn’t expecting on buying anything else in that shop, so it is the most boring thing here.

Here’s a look at the Touhou artbooks!

One of two CDs, this one with best 2hu on it. I recall from reading the back that one of these has some TAMUSIC on it, which has lovely classical pieces.

Here’s a semi-random page with some artwork. I recognize some of the artists!

The other one! I cannot read anything in these books, and yes there’s plenty of text as well as the art.

Some sample of the art! I’ll have to revisit these books later but from first glance I think I prefer the art of the first book? Idk.

Next is stuff given to me by various people. The gacha is from Magus, the guy who I stayed at for about half the trip and spent the entire trip WITH since he also went down to SLO and I also shared hotels with him for Fanime. Awesome host, will do again. 10/10. I have another button from someone else but I accidentally included it wit my fanime merch pile photos, so it’ll be along shortly.

The dreamcatcher was made by SlimeMush’s friend who I paid $10 for, and for some mysterious reason it kept being returned to him every time he tried to send it to me. I couldn’t get a good pic of it alone because my cat kept attacking the feathers. SlimeMush also gave me the Flareon button! Apparently all the Eeveelutions he had went to those whose favourite was so-and-so, and apparently there’s equal amounts of love for all of them except for the two he kept himself because he loved them the most. Yes. Flareon is my favourite. :D

The gacha is a ditto + a ditto version of Sableye.

This Monster Hunter blindbox was given to me by Wolfe, whom I’ve had a few MonHun merch exchanges with so far. I also gave him a MonHun figure from another line, which I’ll elaborate further (because I gave them all out similar to SlimeMush giving out the Eeveelution buttons) and kept whichever was left behind. This is Monoblos! I didn’t fight him all too often so I don’t have much impression of it as a monster, also I thought he was white but w/e, still very cool looking to add to my collection!

Now of all my loot THIS is the stuff I really could have done without in terms of when and where I spent my money. I bought that Incineroar evolution line figure sort of on a whim at a random city in the middle of nowhere, California while on the long drive down to SLO. The Touhou blindboxes, Digimon CD, and RWBY manga came from Kinokuniya in Japantown. Just wanted to buy them because. Even if the Tri series was mediocre in the end the nostalgia still has a strong grip on my heart, especially that music with Kouji Wada. ;_;

And the most touristy thing was buying this wind chime at a gift shop in a spa that I really didn’t need but it was pretty so w/e.

See? Pretty.

The results of the blindboxes. Not the luckiest result as I wanted other characters but you CANNOT SAY NO TO WEEB MERCH!

As much as I have been distancing myself from the show, RWBY’s manga has wondrous art. It also decided to focus on some random unknown side character named Ruby instead of the main characters, which I thought while was quite the bold move, was rather refreshing.

DELICIOUS WEISS BACKSTORY. I recall posting something about this particular chapter on here before. YEEEEE!

So yeah I went to the island prison in San Francisco where AAAAAALL the tourists go. In my defence I have a genuine interest in prisons. Just ask my 300k RWBY fanfiction in which the first quarter of it is set in a prison. It is also not my first prison fic. I put lots of research in that setting to write that kind of shit.

Also all the souvenirs were the most gimmicky things possible that I didn’t think I’d ever use or would just be paperweight. Except this bag! I may actually use this bag! I know!

And excluding the stuff that is too big or I forgot to take a pic of near the beginning of the post, THIS was the Fanime loot! Magus got me the Monokuma onesie which was extremely nice of him and now I am no longer perpetually cold. Ah yes the warmth of the hide of a psychotic bear. So good.

I could not believe the artist who made one of my favourite Aya pics EVER was at the artist alley. I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT. Obviously this was an instant purchase. This was my phone background for the longest of times. She had Touhou artbooks too but they sold in the first twenty minutes of the first day of the artist alley. Wow. My friend may try to snag me some at AX in July, so here’s hoping!

I didn’t see a lot of specifically Weiss prints there, and this was the best of the lot IMO. My only wish was that it was a brighter print, or that Weiss herself being so white would stand out more because it’s the least noticeable thing on my wall atm, which is a shame.

I say this when I saw precisely ONE Aya print (jackpot) and one of another coming up in this bombardment of pics.

THIS IS PERHAPS THE MOST PROVOCATIVE ONE HERE LOL. But it was the only Tenko, and DRV3 merch was the most difficult of everything I was looking for to find. Unlike 95% of Tenko art SHE ACTUALLY HAS VISIBLE ABS HERE, which according to the official artbooks she’s supposed to have, so bonus points for that. I had a brief discussion with the artist too and we both agreed Tenko was the best and Ouma was overrated. He has great taste.

Overwatch on the other hand was all over the place in this con, from merch to art, to cosplayers. There were so many cosplayers they didn’t even have enough time to run through half of the tanks and all the supports at the shoot! So sad, so sad. This piece of Widowmaker is beautiful though, so I had to have it.

I saw this online a while back and really loved this image of all the Overwatch ladies being formal. There was a suit-version too, but for whatever reason I preferred this one. Sadly this print is quite small, as it probably would have benefited the most in being larger what with the many characters and thus detail.

Out of all this mess the one thing I wanted the most and hunted for the most was charms. I found NO GOOD CHARMS that fitted my taste and interest, and the closest were these buttons. Oh, and I met my good friend Raphyninja at Fanime and he gave me EXCLUSIVE RAPHYNINA MERCH! Thus that button being here and not in the friendo pile. ANYWAY. There was a deal, 3 for 5, so aside from the obvious ones I grabbed Kork. I love Kork. I didn’t think I would for that type of character, but somehow DRV3 managed it. He will of course be very far away from Tenko and Himiko though. >_>

Here’s a page from one of the Touhou doujins I got, which in hindsight I maybe should not have got? Way too late I noticed that I recognized the seller who I think showed up on a Tumblr post warning of a creeper at the Touhou shoots. He’d try to take pics of cosplayers in a private hotel room at weird, uncomfortable angles as far as I remember, so uh, oops? I was just so excited at finding Touhou doujin for the first time ever that I paid zero attention to the person selling so hopefully I am wrong and they were just someone that resembled that person.

Also I recognized this artist for their cute Satori Koishi content, but could not find any of their Koishi doujins. Sadness.

I bought two Monster Hunter blindboxes at Fanime because CLEARLY I need more, right. I got a Nargacuga, including the box left remaining in the pile I gave away and the one I already have... I now have three Nargacugas. That’s quite a lot for something I never fought before...

I also got this tiny Zinogre. If we include my buttons I have FOUR Nargacugas now and FOUR Zinogres. The difference is I have fought Zinogre multiple times (I have no idea exactly because I have 600 hours in 4U >_>) and actually really like him! Sadly, in grand tradition like the last time I visited San Francisco (when I was five) I lost something, that being my favourite MonHun button, Zinogre. It is now in the wild with my teddy bear and my hat, forever gone in the California abyss. ):

I got this at the swap meet for 6 dollars. It may not have a stand and is rather dusty, but damn is that a bargain. My only regret is not having the GIGA DRILL BREAKAAAA model instead. I also got that Monokuma bag there too, but that was just because I went there and couldn’t find a single thing I wanted until I saw the bag, which I was on the fence on but wanted to buy SOMETHING from there and got it, thinking that was it ... but then this and the Touhou doujins showed up, soooooo...

Finally this other Nargacuga that was left behind became my monster in that line of figures, the rest in the hands of my friends. It’s actually cuter than I expected, and barely fit in this cheap crappy display case I bought at a Daiso. I moved my dresser a nudge and the Pokemon fell over, so yeah.

You may have noticed a drop in quality in the photos and that’s because I cannot be bothered to touch up such a gargantuan amount of images anymore, not with the time I have. Would be nice tho. SO, THAT IS THE GIANT POST OF SPOTTO’S MERCH, NOW WITH 100% MORE QUANTITY THAN BEFORE! I spent too much money so I might as well get something out of it by BRAGGING about it! Right?

Ye.

#spotto's merch #too much stuff to tag not even going to bother #not all of it can even fit in this one image too!#and I forgot stuff to include as well!

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