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fairylibe · 4 months ago

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phantom of a hand.

856 words. angst. very tiny spoilers for alfons’ rt. features: “alfons sylvatica” × gn! reader.

꒰ summary ꒱ you go to the festival and feel a phantom of a voice; you go to the room and feel a phantom of a hand.

that pie throwing festival was fun.

“your face’s wide open!” the splat of pie cream could be heard as something collided with your face before you could dodge.

“one point for the red team!”

there was little time to wipe your face clean; plates of pies were being thrown everywhere in the open park, and you hardly wanted to miss out.

you could always take a bath afterward. that’s what you had always done, after all.

…wasn’t it?

“take that!” you shouted, bursting into laughter as the pie you threw flew in the air in an arched trajectory before falling flat on someone’s chest.

hearty laughter and shouting could be heard across the entire park. you could dodge some shots — though maybe at the expense of another person — but right now, in this very moment, you just wanted to relish in the lively noise.

a sense of urgent desire drove your actions. it was as though a phantom was beside you, whispering the very words, “there is nothing more important than living in the moment, (y/n).”

because you knew that when everything ended, you would walk into the quiet of the city.

it was a strangely familiar sensation, as though you had walked these very streets, after the very same festival, sometime before. you had placed your arm on the rail somewhere near the lamppost that was about to light up the streets in lieu of the sun, looking out into the city from a distance.

it was all too familiar, yet foreign at the same time. or perhaps, something was missing, as though you were missing a single piece of a puzzle.

the picture was mostly complete, except for one thing.

but what was that thing?

every time you passed around this bridge, even during the day, you would feel a tiny twinge in your heart. it was like someone was wringing it.

someone you didn’t know.

you had a feeling you were forgetting something that truly mattered to you.

the ache was always there, but for some odd reason you couldn’t quite pin down. the ache morphed into pain, opening a hole in your heart, until your vision blurred.

was it because of how quiet and somber your surroundings had become after engaging in something so boisterous and lively?

only the gentle breeze could answer, drying your cheeks of the tears that fell.

—

the room when you came in was empty enough to leave behind no sign of life. it was not dusty enough, however, to suggest any abandonment.

after all, you had always kept it clean.

you didn’t know why, but you felt a deep attachment to this room. when you asked around, though, everyone had claimed no one has ever occupied this room before.

was this also a feeling induced by another life?

you walked around the room, tracing your fingers around the spotless furniture. finally, your hands stopped on a black cloth that covered something rather tall and narrow, if the cloth could hug its edges. before, you had a strange feeling, much like what you had felt before in the city around the bridge, that you shouldn’t touch that cloth.

but today, you found the courage in you to defy that voice that told you otherwise.

gripping the black cloth, you pulled it toward you, removing it and revealing what was beneath it all along.

the sight took your breath away.

before you was a mirror, tall enough to reflect your whole person. yet, due to how shattered it was on the surface, your own reflection became distorted with the fractures in the glass.

it looked as though someone had punched through it.

but who?

against your better judgment, your fingers made their way to the mirror’s surface, feeling something like a magnetic attraction. but you ended up cutting one of your fingertips, causing you to wince and immediately draw back, the pain breaking you from the mysterious spell this “magic mirror” had placed on you.

when you looked at your index finger, red blossomed from where you had cut it.

“i do find it oddly curious how you seem to have a penchant for getting hurt like this.”

who was that? this voice…

“well? let me see the cut.”

that’s right… this voice… his name was——

your thought abruptly cut off there, and once again, tears started to flow, though it didn’t occur to you that you were crying until you heard yourself hiccup.

you raised your arm to your face, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. but alas, it was a futile effort.

“hehe, first you cut yourself and now you shed tears like this. you truly are a handful sometimes. and yet, i do find your tears ever so endearing.”

you no longer knew if you were crying because of the cut on your finger, or because of the phantom warmth you felt on your cheek from someone you no longer remembered.

but if you knew one thing…

it was that the tears couldn’t stop falling to the ground now — as there was no longer any hand to catch them.

fin.

꒰ tag list . ꒱ @drachonia @weepinglycoris @letter-from-afar @candiedcoffeedrops @.comment to be added or removed!

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corrodedcoffinfest · 1 month ago

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Black Friday Pop-Up Masterlist

Thank you so much for all of your participation with this pop-up event! It's been so fun to see familiar faces, as well as first time participants joining in!

This event had 12 total entries from 7 unique participants: 12 Fics, 0 Pieces of Art & 0 Other Works were submitted.

Fic Submissions:

Men Are All Lining Up, to Put Me on a Pedestal by @thisapplepielife | Prompt: "I'm not standing in line for that." | Word Count: 8160 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Established Steddie, Eddie/Corroded Coffin | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Future Fic, The Struggle of Fame, Steve Takes Care of Eddie, Kink Exploration, Multiple Partners, Barebacking, Running a Train, Safe Sane and Consensual, Eddie Wants to Be Railed By Multiple Men, And He Gets Exactly That

Princess With a Nailbat by @keaganz | Prompt: "I am giving thanks." | Word Count: 5747 | Rating: M | CW: Explicit Sex, Discussions of past injuries, Scars | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Tags: AU - Modern Time, Offscreen Pregnancy + Birth, Upside-Down heavily implied, Eddie Mulives Lives, Corroded Coffin, The Party, Gender bending Always a girl Steve Harrington, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Famous Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Original Child, Hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson calls Steve Harrington pet names, under negotiation kinks, Dom/Sub dynamics, SoftDom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson has a small dick, Meet & Fuck

You're the One I've Waited For: Part One by @dreamwatch | Prompt: Black, Friday, Trampled, "I am giving thanks.", Leftovers, One Day Only, "I'm not standing in line for that." | Rating: M | WC: 3080 | CW: Past suicidal ideation (very subtle, blink and you'll miss, I'm just being cautious) | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Tags: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Gareth CC, Jeff CC, Matt CC, Wayne Munson, disabled Eddie Munson, pining, protective Gareth, protective Steve, kissing, guitars, reference to canon typical injuries, references to blood and injury

You're the One I've Waited For: Part Two by @dreamwatch | Prompt: Black, Friday, Trampled, "I am giving thanks.", Leftovers, One Day Only, "I'm not standing in line for that." | Rating: M | WC: 3670 | CW: Past suicidal ideation (very subtle, blink and you'll miss, I'm just being cautious) | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Tags: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Gareth CC, Jeff CC, Matt CC, Wayne Munson, disabled Eddie Munson, pining, protective Gareth, protective Steve, kissing, guitars, reference to canon typical injuries, references to blood and injury.

You're the One I've Waited For: Part Three by @dreamwatch | Prompt: Black, Friday, Trampled, "I am giving thanks.", Leftovers, One Day Only, "I'm not standing in line for that." | Rating: M | WC: 4954 | CW: Past suicidal ideation (very subtle, blink and you'll miss, I'm just being cautious) | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Tags: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Gareth CC, Jeff CC, Matt CC, Wayne Munson, disabled Eddie Munson, pining, protective Gareth, protective Steve, kissing, guitars, reference to canon typical injuries, references to blood and injury

A Very Corroded Black Friday AKA Extended Holiday Hours by @jo-harrington | Prompt: One Day Only | Rating: t | WC: 5.6k | CW: None | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader | Tags: No Upside Down AU, Friendship, Fluff, Angst, Humor, Character Growth, established relationship between Eddie and the Claire's Store Manager (reader), references to media and pop culture, retail and food service themes

#corrodedcoffinfest: black friday #masterlist #corrodedcoffinfest #mod post #ccf

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colleitheglidingchampionofsumeru · 1 year ago

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bsd men x gn!reader reader is an artist

Them seeing you draw on their arm

note:please ask me before using my work you don't have to just give me credit I forgot to add how many words there was on one sorry about that it was about 856? Or 854 but yea here we go!

Warnings:cuss words,self-harm scars,self-harm talk (let me know if I missed anything)

Characters:Dazai,Chuuya,Ranpo,Poe,Kunikida,Jouno

word count:806

Dazai Osamu

He had asked you to change his bandages about a week ago you both have been really busy with work and you couldn't but one day you both had a day off and you changed them and he wasn't to happy to see his scars the scars he did to himself self-harm scars you have thought they were beautiful he was looking away and you took your pen and drew on his arm and made something with the scars together than kissed his scars he looked at it and than you and you smiled and said "they are beautiful Dazai" he than said "but- I cut myself and you think that is good?" you shook your head but said "no but they are beautiful" and you changed his other arm and wrapped his arms up in the new bandages he smiled and said nobody will see "I know but still" you said and you kissed his cheek and said I'm going out to get stuff for dinner and left and he went with you

Chuuya Nakahara

it was a boring meeting and you were bored and you felt like you were gonna die Chuuya kept yelling saying "OH FUCK THAT!" or "fucking shit great" and "well we are fucked now you assholes!" You took his arm and drew to cure your boredom and he looked at you than said "what the fuck are you doing" than saw you drawing something on him he than saw when you finished it was like a whole art set this after this something after another after the meet was over he would hide that he liked it you would catch him smiling while looking at his arm his arm was like a child drew on it but it wasn't that bad just looked like a child went crazy

Ranpo Edogawa

He was just eating his snacks in the meeting room and you were in their signing some paper work you could hear Dazai getting yelled at it was funny Ranpo's hat was off and he kept feeding you some of his snacks like some pieces here and there when you were done ranpo was his head up and you took his arm and drew on it I guess he fell asleep because he said who? than saw you and did the biggest gasp you looked at him than showed him he said "my arm looks like it is an canvas" you giggled and said or more asked "do you like it?" He said "I love it!" Than hugged me and than he said "thank you"

Poe Allan Edgar

He was writing a book and Karl was running around the room you were sitting on the floor drawing in your book he bought you with the pens he bought you ended up some how with some weird ass thing draw in the whole book in under 3 hours you got up and played with Karl for about a hour amand than you found yourself drawing on Poe's arm amyou said "Poe look!" He looked at his arm and said "what happened to the notebook?" you picked it up and gave it to him and said finished it he looked so shocked and just said "how did you do that in under 3 hours I bought you it before I got to work" you nodded he said "I'll buy you a bigger and better one tomorrow than love" he than kissed your forehead

Kunikida Doppo

You were supposed to be working but your boredom had other plans you picked up you pen and wrote on Kunikida arm his sleeves were rolled up he was typing in his computer and than he turned his head slowly and said "what are you doing! It's not time to draw on- my- arm?-" you were looking at him and said look he looked at his arm he said "I knew it wasn't a good time to gave my sleeves rolled up-" you giggled and said "oh well" he than got hit in the face by a paper airplane. Kunikida slowly turned his head and looked at Dazai and yelled "I TOLD YOU TO GET TO WORK YOU BASTARD!!!"

Jōno Saigiku

He came home late after a long day at work you made him something to eat and you both talked and you asked him how was his day at work he said "not to good- same thing" you were drawing in your book while he was getting charged into different clothes he sat down next to you and watched as you drew in your book you ending up drawing things on his arm and he didn't look mad he just said "this washes off right?" "So if I have to wash it off a work I can" you nodded and kissed his cheek he ask what kind of things did I draw and you told him

Note:I forgot this guy was blind xD

#Spotify #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #poe x reader #kunikida x reader #jono bsd #fanfictions

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prettyboisteveharrington · 7 months ago

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Don’t take my heart don’t break my heart. Don’t… Don’t throw it away

Have a short Drabble based on book two’s love confession between Drake and Mc

Drake Walker x MC ( Rose Throne)

Word count: 856

Thorne�� Meet me on the hotel balcony tonight. We need to talk ~ Drake.

As you made your Way up to the hotel balcony all you Can Think about is Drake and how much you love him. How much you need him.

Drake. Drake. Drake.

You stand and look out at New York. You are thinking about what you are going to say to him, you want him to know how special he is to you, how wonderful he makes you feel but you don’t want to mess it up.

You hear footsteps behind you and turn around and see him.

As you finally see him it feels like your heart is beating ten, twenty if not a hundred times faster than it normally does.

You drink in his presence, from the lights illuminating his face to his Golden eyes that remind you of a glass of whiskey near the fireplace.

‘Hi’ you say breathlessly

‘Hey, Thorne’ Drake says he would Seem very composed if you didn’t know him like you do. You see through the cracks. You can tell that he’s nervous just like you.

He takes a few tentative steps forward, his eyes locked on yours.

‘We need to talk… About Us’

‘Yeah, we do’ you agree and nod your head.

You take a step towards him as well. You take a deep breath. You can do this.

‘Drake… Liam proposed to me tonight’

‘Oh’

Drake face falls and you can see the hurt in his eyes for a brief second before he composes himself and his face turns stoic.

‘I’m very happ-‘ Drake starts to say even if his facial expression betrays him. He looks like you just ripped his heart out and shattered it into a million pieces.

It hurts to see him like that. So broken. You take a deep breath and you reach out and gently take his hand in yours

‘I turned him down Drake. I told him i’m in love with you’

‘….What?’ Drake says and he looks surprised

You give his hand a squeeze.

‘From the first moment i saw you I was drawn to you. Sure we didn’t get along at first but there was something about you that kept pulling me back to you’ you say and smile at him

‘Thorne do you really mean it? Liam could give you so much more than me. Hells he could give you anything you wanted. You could have Cordonia and be Queen. Do you really want to settle for less than you deserve… Settle for me?’ Drake searches your eyes for any hint of a lie

You step towards him again your eyes are glossy. It hurts to see Drake like this. It hurts to hear him speak so ill of himself.

‘I hate when you do this. It hurts Drake’

Drake looks at you concerned

‘Rose I-‘

‘I don’t want a kingdom or be Queen. What i want is You. It hurts me greatly that you can’t see how much you have to offer’

Drake seems lost for words as looks at you with a vulnerable expression on his face.

You stand on your toes and lean in to kiss Drake’s left cheek

‘You are Incredibly handsome’

You lean in and kiss his right cheek

‘ you would do anything for me’

You stand on your toes and kiss his forehead

‘You are the first person i think about when i wake up and the last person I think about before I fall asleep’

You lean in and kiss his nose

‘The only person i want to be with is you. I’m yours Drake. Completely. Do you want me too?’

‘I do. Thorne how can I not want you’ Drake says and caresses your cheek with his hand, his hand trembles and you lean into the touch. Your eyes trace his lips before you look into his eyes again

‘Then what are you waiting for?’ You say and lean into him, your lips are inches away from his

His lips meet yours in a searching kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist.

There’s a look of gentle, astonished joy on his face as he pulls away. You lean your head against his you are unable to stop smiling.

You look into his eyes

‘I love you Drake Walker. I have loved you for a long time. Always will. Nothing and no one could ever change that. You are it for me. My soulmate. My marshmallow’

Drake’s eyes are glossy and his smile is wide

‘I don’t know what I could have possibly done to deserve someone like you Rose Thorne. But I will never stop trying to be worthy of you. I love you with every fiber of my being and I will always give you my all’ Drake says earnestly unable to look anywhere but at you

Drake takes your hand and kisses it gently

The two of you sit down on the ground, your head rests on Drake’s shoulder as you both watch the sunset.

#drake walker x mc #drake walker #choices #the royal romance #Drake walker x Rose Thorne #Imo the time in TRR to TTR2 had to have been at least 1 -2 month before they saw MC again and the span of TRR and TRR2 had to have been at #least a year because getting together with someone then married and then getting pregnant in a time span #of less than 2+ years seems absolutely ridiculous to me #in Drake walker we Stan #Also HUGH DANCY. in his Ella enchanted era is my Drake Walker #like have you seen Hugh Dancy🥵

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writermask-0807 · 8 months ago

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hitoshi shinso x reader {“and could you find it in your heart to love me again?”}

a/n: @nunezs-stuff im so so sorry for the delay, but thank you again for requesting! I hope i did manage to get her characteristics right this time :,) but ANYWAYS. hope you enjoy!!

warnings: omg where to start?? crappy ass title istg- this lowkey sounds terrible and Cringe omfggg 😭 long af for some damn hcs (im sorry 😭), ooc shinso, probably, possessiveness, toxic behavior, him using his quirk to force kianna to eat/love (?) him (realized the all possibilities halfway through so (might do a yandere on him later) that's why it sounds weird ig)

word count: 856

now this is certainly an interesting dynamic

hitoshi shinso isn’t someone that’s generally liked by people, what with his quirk being ‘villainous’ and all

(and as a child, it had stung at first, the way he strove so desperately for something he’d never truly be in their eyes

but as he grew out of stuffed toys and forgotten summer dreams, shinso decides he doesn’t like them right back either, and oh boy, he’s not quiet about it)

and so it genuinely makes no sense to him that you’d choose to sit next to him at lunch, this literal stranger, finishing your food in relative silence before you casually offer a piece to him, like you’re friends

except hitoshi shinso doesn’t do friends, he’s perfectly fine on his own, thank you very much, and you’re probably here to bother him as some sick prank-

but for all of that, he finds himself cautiously accepting the piece anyway, quietly offering you a bite of his own lunch; testing the waters, feeling for how deep it is, if there are any sharks lurking in wait

but then you’re there the next day too, much to his surprise (you must know about his quirk, right? but then why would you sit next to him again?), and the next, and the next, and the next, and whoa, if this is a joke you’re committing a little too faithfully it-

and before he knows it, you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger

and it’s funny, really, because hitoshi’s never been one to trust easily, but-

you offer him your lunch and greet him in the hallways; you track him down during breaks and drag him out with you to the gardens or the library, you walk home with him and schedule study sessions, and you call him stupid and cuss him out and you tug on his hair (and is that-... fondness in your eyes?), and you return his sneers and lazy drawls with leers and barbs of your own and and and-

and he just doesn’t get it, at first

you stick around, even with your sharp eyes and blunt words, and hitoshi can’t compute why

he’s not good company, to be sure, he’s far too bitter and angry, angry at himself, angry at the world, angry at the unfairness of it all

and- don’t you know that he could so easily turn this against you? he could so, so easily use his quirk and-

and you don’t care. you shrug when he finally gathers the courage to ask, tell him, it doesn’t really matter because that’s what they think of you, isn’t it? it doesn’t mean you are. i know you, and that’s enough

you say this casually, without even looking up from your calculus assignment, like this really, actually doesn’t matter, like this isn’t what he’s been agonizing over for the better part of your friendship, like you don’t notice his wide eyes - reverent like you’ve just handed him the whole damn world - the absent tears falling down his cheeks

(and if you do- you do him the kindness of not mentioning it)

but the thing is, right- the thing is that hitoshi doesn’t trust easily, but once he does, it’s easy for him to get attached - maybe even dangerously so

and that’s where it all starts, you guess, and it never really ends

and it’s Interesting because hitoshi doesn’t necessarily believe himself good enough for you, not really

he’s not good for you, yeah, but he’s always been selfish, guarding things Precious to him in some tender, soft part of him that the world isn’t allowed to see, guarding them furiously and desperately and with all he has because he’s Nothing without them, without You

he’s selfish, so he is utterly, helplessly yours

or rather- you are utterly, helplessly his

and this is what he’s thinking, this is what his mind is screaming when he sees you with that idiot midoriya, your mouth twitching with something warm, something that looks like a Smile, a smile that’s only meant for him

and it’s a split second decision, really; a moment of anger and hurt and impulse, and he’s told himself, over and over again that he’s never gonna do this, not to you, never to you, he’s never going to prove them right, but-

it’s you

and he loves you, so, so much

and he’s doing this all for you, don’t you see? you weren’t able to love yourself like he did, weren’t able to see what he sees in you, so he makes you

you don’t even have the slightest chance of fighting back; your will from that point on is nothing but clay in his hands, molding and shaping into thoughts and words that would have never been there otherwise

but that’s okay, that’s good, you’re happy now, aren’t you?

you can eat well now, you can look at yourself in the mirror without hating what you see, you can smile without the hurt now, you can love him now

and you do, don’t you? yes, yes, you do, and he loves you too

it’s all such a happy ending to such a happy love story, isn’t it?

#mha #bnha #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso #yandere shinso x reader #shinso x reader #reader x shinso #shinso x you #shinso x y/n #yandere #ngl this sounds absolutely unhinged in the sense that it comes off terrible and choppy ughh 😭😭🫠🫠#im really sorry #request

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years ago

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A Demand for Shakie Shakies - A Dad!Guero Fluff Short.

For my Guero girls (ENABLERS) who have done nothing but encourage this man to take up residence within my brain. Damn you all to hell. Love you really, though :D

Words - 856

Warnings - None, just cute (annoying!) dad!Guero fluff!

“Daddy!”

That yell. Jesus, she’s loud. Even from where she’s playing within your eye line in the living room across the hallway, her decibels rival that of a pneumatic drill.

“What up, button?”

“Need snacks!”

“Alright, chill, tiny girl. I’m making that happen as fast as I can.”

“Faster!”

He pauses, attracting your attention, pointing at you with the knife he’s holding. “She gets all this mouth from you, mamacita.”

Turning to him, your eyes widen at the sheer audacity of him to even suggest such a falsehood. “Says the man with the mouth the size of Manhattan, and twice as loud.”

Guero grins broadly, bobbing his tongue between his teeth just as the patter of tiny feet signals her arrival in the kitchen.

With little hands clasped to her hips, she opens her mouth to draw a big breath. “DADDY!”

“GRACIE!” Yeah, he matches her in volume. Or she matches him, you’re unsure which way around it is since she started talking.

“Need my snacks!”

He raises his eyebrows at her demands, finishing chopping up the cucumber and pepper slices she’s requested. “What’s the magic word, baby cakes?”

“Now!”

Yep. Two very loud, demanding peas in a pod. It would be completely fair to say that Gracie is his tiny female equivalent. Apart from the fact she looks just like him, nobody could deny she was his from the noise and the sass alone.

He can’t help but hiss out a laugh, shaking his head. “Wasn’t the one I was after. Try again.”

“Please!”

He scoops her up, seating her on the side of the counter. “Here you go, duchess.”

“Fankoo, daddy. But I not duchess. I princess!”

He kisses her head as she begins to chomp through her cucumber. “You’re for sure regal, kid.” She grins, all tiny teeth, holding out a piece of gnawed on cucumber and feeding it to him.

“Daddy where shakie shakies?”

She means her maracas, a word that at eighteen months old, she hasn’t quite grasped yet. “Over there on the table, but you ain’t playing with ‘em right now. Snack first.”

“Wanna do shakie shakies! Now!”

How very like her dad, refusing to take anything but complete compliance to her wishes. “Eat your snacks first, baby. Do as daddy says.”

A snort emanates from your boyfriend, Guero raising an eyebrow. “Ain’t like you ever do.”

You turn away from where you’re stirring the pot upon the stove, kissing the side of his neck. “There is one place I do.”

“And even then it ain’t enough for my liking.”

“You said you liked me to have a little bite,” you protest, using a little more force to prevent the chili from sticking to the bottom of the pot, turning the heat right down.

He comes up behind you, moving your hair to place a kiss upon your cheek. “I said I like it when you bite.” He gives your butt a little slap before moving back to mind Gracie, pulling ridiculous faces at her as she eats. As soon as she’s done, her hands are thrust in the direction of the table.

“Shakie shakies now, daddy!”

“What, right now?”

“Yes!”

A soft burst of laughter exits his nose, looking between the table and his baby a few times. “And what do I get out of it?”

“Get ‘em now, daddy. NOW!” The delight of being at her service. That’s what he gets out of it.

“Damn, she fierce!” he laughs in a voice designed to entertain. She giggles, even though she is currently frustrated with his reluctance to proffer the desired shakie shakies. “You totally sure you want ‘em now, button?”

“Yes!”

His amused grin grows ever wider. “Totally sure?”

“DADDY BAD MAN!”

You point at her with the spoon you’re stirring with. “True, Gracie. Daddy is a bad man.” Turning, you wink at him, Guero licking his top lip at you, mouthing ‘and you love it’ with a returned wink. Yeah, he’s got you there.

“What, these? Are these what you want?” he asks, moving to the kitchen table and picking up the maracas.

“Gimme!”

“Say please.”

She’s all but puce in the face by this point, her father quickly whittling her down to her last nerve. He has a flair for it with everyone in his life, if nothing else. “PLEASE!”

“Hmm, nah.” He’s snorting with laughter at her utter indignance, Gracie turning to you for support.

“Mommy, get the shakie shakies! Mommy do shakie shakies, then give to Gracie!”

Guero snorts, beginning to grin. “It was from yo mama doin’ the skakie shakie that we ended up with you in the first place.” he mutters, cracking you up completely as you turn and grab the maracas, giving them a little shake before handing them to your expectant daughter.

“Stop teasing the tiny beast, or mentioning my shakie shakie in front of her,” you chide, shaking your head softly as you turn back to the stove.

“Alright,” he sniffs, looking you up and down. “Just as long as I get to see it later.”

As soon as Gracie is in bed, he does. No maracas are involved, either.

#guero mayans mc #guero fanfiction #guero fanfic #guero x ofc #guero mayans #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fic

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christinethalassinou · 4 months ago

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The scene of Hiromatsu's death, regardless of me accepting this deviation from the book or not, is hands-down one of the most emotionally devastating experience anyone can encounter in the history of television, but...

I still wanted to see more of the consequences of it, so this fic had been circling in my mind ever since I've seen ep. 8 for the first time. Tora had it coming.

Fandom: Shogun (2024 version)

Word count: 856

TW(s): Suicidal thoughts

Toranaga thought that he knew loneliness. He knew how it felt like to be alone, how soul-crushing it was to be betrayed by the very people who were supposed to love and protect him without question. He knew how it felt like to grow up in perpetual danger, and how much it hurt that he had no one to turn to when he needed it the most. Until Hiromatsu and Kiri came along, and they dragged him out of the abyss. It took them years, but they did drag him back into the light, as much as they could, they picked up the pieces of his crumbled, ruined life and helped him to build another.

He thought that he left that cold, lonely place behind, but it came back with a vengeance to push him even deeper back into the pit, this time maybe so deep that he couldn’t see the light anymore.

After Nagakado’s death, he couldn’t cry, it shocked him into a hazy numbness, so utterly stupid and incomprehensible it was. Now, however, after everything that had happened in the last hour or so, he could barely see anything as he desperately tried to reach his room before falling apart completely. His vision was blurry with tears held back with the last drops of his willpower, and he gritted his teeth so much they hurt as he tried to choke back his sobs.

Toranaga didn’t stop when he heard someone calling after him, he didn’t care what they wanted, he didn’t care about anyone or anything now; he just couldn’t, not when his life took a turn for the so much worse.

When he finally reached his bedroom, he somehow managed to hold on to the last shreds of his composure at least while giving the order to the guards in front of his door:

“Piss off and leave me alone…!” he choked out as he passed by them.

They knew better than to ask questions or contradict so they left, quietly sliding the bedroom door closed behind Toranaga’s back. The moment he heard the door closing, he all but collapsed, burying his face into his hands as he finally broke down sobbing.

Right until this moment, he thought he knew what it meant to be alone, but the ragged, bleeding void Hiromatsu’s death had just torn into his soul was something else entirely. He felt lost, so lost, he was scared to be without his friend for the first time in his life, and the knowledge that he had to go on without Hiromatsu was nigh unbearable.

I can’t do it…, he thought as his relentlessly falling tears slowly soaked through the sleeves of his kimono, but he just couldn’t stop crying.

If anything, his sobs became even more desperate as images of the horrible events flashed through his mind, haunting him and kicking him even deeper down into that abyss. With Hiromatsu dead and Kiri held captive in Osaka, perhaps mere days from death herself, Toranaga was the loneliest he’d ever known; and it hurt so much that he wished he was the one dead instead of his friend.

What if it’s really hopeless? What if I just…?

He never thought about committing seppuku before, not seriously, but now, as he was sitting slumped on the floor of his bedroom, exhausted from sobbing but tears still running down his face, it felt like a tempting idea. To end this agony, to be free of the pain tearing at his soul and breaking his heart to a million bloody pieces… So what if he’d done it? So much had been taken away from him: his childhood, his son, his best friend; what else he could lose?

Kiri… He could lose her. Who knew, maybe he already had lost her, without knowing it, without being with her when it would’ve mattered the most, failing her utterly.

It’d be over fast… Just a quick slash at the neck with a tanto… What if…? What then…?

Then Hiromatsu would have died for nothing.

Toranaga knew that, and it was killing him all the same, but it also gave him the strength to begin the slow, painful crawl back from the abyss he’d fallen into. He didn’t know if he could do it, but he would try. That was the least he could do, and not only for Hiromatsu, or Nagakado or Kiri, but for himself as well. He’d done it before, when his life seemed the bleakest, when he could barely imagine having a future; and he would do it again, somehow, to honour his friend’s sacrifice, to make sure it was not in vain.

When he eventually ran out of tears to cry, Toranaga crawled to the mattress in the middle of the room and curled up into a tight ball on top of it, soon falling into a restless, nightmare-ridden slumber he woke up from a couple of hours later. He felt beyond exhausted, so he just turned to his other side, wrapping himself up in the blanket, then soon sleeping back.

He prayed that the nightmares stayed away this time; he had more than enough heartache to deal with as it is.

#shogun fanfiction #shogun series #shogun 2024 #shogun fx #shogun #one shot #fanfiction #yoshii toranaga #toda hiromatsu

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fourseasonsfigs · 1 year ago

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Building Block Figs - Two Devils

Following up on the last few days of building block fig posts, this is the last kit that I have to post about. I have three more incoming, but they won't arrive for at least a month, if that.

I actually started on these figs a while ago - they were the second set I started to make, after my first kit of Beautiful Fight Scene in the Middle of the Lake. That one was so involved that I figured I'd relax a little on an easy set before tackling the next scene.

Ahahaha. Little did I know.

First, I had such a big problem with this set that I originally wasn't sure I was going to buy it. The full, long name of this set is: Ghost Valley Valley Master and Tianchuang Leader. Great, love it, right? Always a fan. Except, this was the picture:

Right, you see the problem. Valley Master Wen is all dressed in his Episode 1 red finery, but our Tianchuang Leader definitely is not dressed in his midnight-hued civil servant assassin best. Why on earth would Zhou Zishu be in white? This is not "Rescue from Tianchuang Jail" A-Xu (although I kinda wish it was, that would be great).

Also, less egregious but still not great is the fact that Zhou Zishu's hair is Jianghu-styled half down, and that Baiyi has a cross-guard. This whole fig is just not working for me!

But, as you can tell (and as you would already have suspected anyway), I bought it, and just planned somehow to figure out a solution to change up the entire fig.

Somehow. I had no actual idea how to do it, but I felt confident I would somehow figure it out. So confident, that I even went ahead and put together Valley Master Wen first.

He, at least, was not going to require changing. The only thing I'd change up with him is to give him a gold guan instead of his hairpin, but I used up all my extra yellow bricks on the Catching Light fig, so I was out of luck. That's alright, I don't mind this one so much. The Valley Master would wear his hairpin at times, that makes sense.

Oh, I should say, in comparison to the other building block sets, these two together totaled 856 bricks - 424 for Wen Kexing and 432 for Zhou Zishu. The figs stand 4.4 x 5.2 x 10.2 cm and 5.2 x 5.6 x 10.2 cm respectively, and each one is rated 2 hours to complete. Like all of these kits, the time to complete is pretty right on, if you follow the directions.

The two figures came together in a set. I wouldn't have minded if they split up the two figures in two different bags, but nope, they're all mingled in there together!

Here's a sample progress pic:

This one wasn't too bad - it's always a little harder for the ones that are mostly one color, since it makes it easy to miscount as the colors all blend together. But, I didn't make any mistakes and it went pretty smoothly.

I finished the body and moved on to the face. They have you do the fig in pieces, and then put it all together at the end. You can tell the passage of time from the quality of the light in these photos, but I pretty much finished this one over the course of a day and an evening.

I had to laugh as I saw his red cheeks/eyeliner. Very cute!

And here he is! Photographed at a rakish angle, as well. He looks great!

While I was at it, I decided to click through the directions for Zhou Zishu, and see if I could figure out any ideas in advance of working on the fig. By this time, even one (and a half) sets in, I could see that they had provided lots of extra bricks, so the idea that was starting to half-bake in my head was that I would have enough bricks at the very end of all my kits to do something instead of the white.

While clicking though, I realized that I could skip the body part and do the head, which would help use up some of the necessary bricks. So the head it was! That way, I would really only have leftover bricks at the end.

That I got done very quickly. It wasn't bad at all! And, the best thing was that this head didn't have any long hair attached to it. So, I could just ignore the long hair when building the body, and use the head as is. Things were looking up!

I mean, Valley Master Wen looks horrified, but don't worry Lao Wen, he'll get better.

I set aside these two, and went on to the rest of the sets.

That brings us to this morning. I woke up, pulled out my SHL reference book, sat down with all the brick remainders, and figured out, I think, a pretty good plan of attack.

Technically, all his clothes are midnight shades of blue and wine, but those are not colors I had available, sadly.

I had a lot of black bricks left over since I wasn't doing the half-long hairstyle, and plus extras from the other sets. That being said, there wasn't a ton of the smaller sized bricks in black. Also, I didn't really want a fig that was black on black on black, and technically his robes are that deep midnight blue anyway. The biggest problem with that was that I didn't have enough of the darkest blue bricks. Or really any of the blue bricks, and of course going lighter would get us right back to a non-canon compliant fig. So, I decided to try and do his cloak and body with as much of the black bricks as possible, and try to use the blue ones as judiciously as I could, in the hopes of stretching them far enough.

I'm a little annoyed at myself I didn't take a pic of all the remaining bricks left so you could see what I was working with, but at least here you can see the start of the fig and the remaining black bricks left. You can also see where I started off making the interior white, to try and use as few black or blue bricks as possible. My plan was to make the cloak as enveloping as possible in order to use the least number of blue pieces.

You can see here how very few blue pieces there are left, and how far I have to go. You can also see here how I started changing up Baiyi, to make the hilt dark grey vs. the neon orange.

I will note at this point I was about two hours in on the body, which sounds ridiculous, but let me assure you, it gets worse. I stopped here for lunch, and then came back ready to finish this up.

Unfortunately for me, though, this is where I started to get into real trouble. I was changing up the sword, the top hand position (inadvertently, since I got rid of the cross-guard), I was trying to make the cape wrap around the front robes, ignore the directions for the long hair in the back and therefore revise the back (which is half hair). And I had no idea what I was doing with any of it, other than to desperately stretch out my remaining dark blue pieces. For each blue piece I did use, I was trying to figure out if I'd be better off using a bigger piece, or multiple smaller pieces, or if I might need those exact configurations later.

Basically, I was doing way too much off script, and didn't have the skills to back it up. The directions at this point were almost useless.

You can see how the step I was theoretically on looked nothing like the fig I was trying to make!

I must have reworked this piece here three different times. It doesn't help that the arms are asymmetrical, which only complicated something that I really didn't need to be any more complicated.

The biggest problem, of course, was that I was just way out of my depth, and kept making mistakes that I would have to go back and fix. And unfortunately, I have extremely poor visual short term memory, so when I disconnected a piece to fix a mistake or replace a brick, I couldn't remember how to reconnect it. And since I was so far off book with the instructions, I couldn't use that to help. I just had to figure it out new each time.

It was pretty rough going, I'm not going to lie.

Somewhere in this I ditched the two-brick configuration for Baiyi and made it into the slimmest, whippiest, greyest version I could.

At this point, those were all the blue bricks remaining, and I was critically short just a few pieces. So, I went to the lake raft set from Beautiful Fight Scene in the Middle of the Lake, which I'm going to re-work next to make the raft brown vs. blue and green. I pillaged a few dark blue bricks from the raft in advance of.

Finally, after three (more) hours, I was done! I couldn't almost believe it. Very happily, I started to take some pics.

And that's when I noticed that Zhou Zishu was actually taller than Wen Kexing. I was like, wait a minute. How is this possible?

It was possible.

At this point, I was really, really tempted to just say, you know what, it's good enough. Clean up the bricks and move on with life. But the bricks were still out, and I just couldn't let it go. After all this time, working so hard? No way.

I figured here the easy way out was to extend Wen Kexing's legs. Gong Jun is all legs anyway, so it would work.

I didn't take any pictures of this, because at this point I was losing the will to live, but basically not only did I extend his legs, I ended up extending the train of his robes just a little bit. Just to make it a little more like the show! I had plenty of red bricks, so this was actually fairly straightforward.

So NOW it was done. Unlike this extremely long blog post. Picture time it was!

You can see he's quite a bit taller now.

Don't judge my fig-designing skills too harshly, please! I was struggling. Desperately.

This is actually the first time I am really looking at them since I finished, so I'm curious about this too.

Oops, I see in my fugue state I knocked a little tendril of the Valley Master's hair off kilter. I'll have to fix that.

Ah ha, I did fix it! I have to say I really love how we have Wen Kexing's hand behind his back here - love this modelling. This is a good angle to see the train here - I just added that last two rows, nothing special.

Hmm, I guess I should have done a straight box down at the back for Zhou Zishu's cape, vs. trying to shape the shoulders and arms from where he's holding the sword. There isn't a ton of black bricks left, but I might go back and see if I can streamline it some.

Ok, this doesn't look too bad from this angle. I could have curved his bottom back part of his hair a bit more, but I suppose it can be the braid in back.

Well, Baiyi looks good!

Finally, I remembered to take a good bottoms-up pic for these building brick figs!

And the top here. Oh, I forgot to mention I had changed up Zhou Zishu's hair tie too - it was originally light grey and light blue, but I made it light and dark grey.

Alright, I'm at 30 pics, so there we have it. Clearly not the best, and there's still clean up work to be done, but I'm pretty happy how he turned out, considering everything. At least he's not wearing white robes.

In conclusion, I will not be giving up my day job for a brick designer job, that's for sure.

Well! Thanks for tagging along with me through brick festivities! I am looking forward to the next sets coming - they look wonderful. And best of all, I don't think I'll have to change a single thing on them!

Material: Plastic bricks

Fig Count: 508

Scene Count: 35

Rating: 8 hours of build time

[link to the Master Post Index]

#word of honor #shan he ling #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #word of honor merch #figthusiast #happy new year's eve!

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grayseyebrowscar · 11 months ago

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welcome back to milo's 2024 ao3 stats week 5

fics read: 76 fandoms read: fairy tail, one piece word count total: 716,608 top fic rating: N (29 fics 38%) longest fic wc: 157,484 shortest fic wc: 433 words written: 4604 most words written in one day: 856

#milo stats #ao3 stats #ive been busy so its sorta the same as last week lol #gotta love college killing my life lol

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queenarahbo · 26 days ago

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If you want me to talk about a specific point more then feel free to ask! I’m happy to answer in detail questions about my stories too!

1. I plead the fifth! 🫣 32 posted works and another 11 unposted WIP.

2. I did a character study for the first time. That was an experience and I’m proud of how it turned out. Lance is a character I have never written until that fic.

3. Pokémon Horizons strangely enough.

4. Three. Pokémon, Supernatural, and The Witcher.

5. Originshipping and Phaesporia. Though I will admit my new favorite rare pair is Steven x Lucian x Cynthia.

6. Lucian. Absolutely Lucian 💜 Most of the unpublished stories involve this goof.

7. Yes! Supernatural and The Witcher are fandoms I’ve lurked in to read but until now have never posted. As far as shippings go Phaesporia 💕

8. My passion project hasn’t been posted yet (coming 2025) but out of what HAS been posted I think Not As It Seems squeezes into first place just barely ahead of In The Stars. I project a lot onto Rui but I didn’t give the story the attention it deserves. Both will receive a rewrite next year.

9. All That Glitters! It’s a comfort piece of mine that I go back to whenever I’m feeling down. ❄️

10. Not As It Seems once more. This was the most ambitious longfic I have truly attempted and I was over the moon when it was finished.

11. Wives Tales hands down. I struggled writing it and while yea it is very short, it was very satisfying to finish.

12. Vulnerable wrote itself 😂.

13. I thought I knew the answer but I was mistaken! My shortest is Marshmallows coming in at 856 and my longest is In The Stars coming in at 25,935. Genuinely surprised!😮

14. I have a playlist on YouTube full of Pokemon piano pieces and bgm. Those were probably played the most but Pokemon GOTCHA if I have to name something with lyrics.

15. Every. Single. One. Titles my beloathed.

16. Unfortunate Rescues (Sometimes Work Out). Idk I just chuckle to myself every time I read that.

17. Silver was in a pitiful condition when Gold discovered him curled in a tight ball on the cold tile of Lance’s bathroom. -Hangover Cures (Not Needed)

18. He realized in that moment that Steven had sent him a Beldum. -Returning The Favor

19. “I need you to assure me that you’re not taking bets on who will end up the most drunk tonight. “

“No. Of course not, boss!”

“Good. I’m glad you rem-“

“We are betting on whether the director will show up in a Christmas sweater.” -Sidney and Steven during Place Your Bets

20. If Lance could keep him out of the hospital long enough to train. -Alone In Thought

21. While writing Time Keeps On Slipping I had a pretty good idea of where I wanted to go with it. While stuck on a transition I decided to switch gears and work the ending out a little more. The…direction it took wasn’t one I like to read much less write.

22. Scrivener ended up being the winner for me. Google Sheets is what I used to track my monthly challenge. Grammarly was nice as a baseline grammar checker too. I could never write by hand!

23. Being a completist for Sicktember and Whumptober. I was aiming at Fluffcember as well but I don’t think it will happen 🤷‍♀️

24. I didn’t. I immediately started the next one 😂

25. Man…I probably should do that shouldn’t I?

26. I am unfortunately a terrible artist so nope. I decided to spare the world the pain.

27. Four official ones. Sicktember, Whumptober, Fluffcember, 12 Days of Christmas.

28. Shoutout to my bestie who doesn’t use tumblr. You were the one that kept me going through this chaotic mess and encouraged the shenanigans of more than one of my characters. Love you 🥰

29. I would love to finish Holiday Spirit.

30. Oh so many plans! Stay tuned for a slow burn Originshipping fic 👀

A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!

How many fics have you worked on since January?

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

How many fandoms did you write for this year?

What ships captured your heart?

What characters captured your heart?

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

What were your go-to writing songs?

What was the hardest fic to title?

What's your favorite title of the year?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share your funniest line

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

What would you like to write next year?

#2024 in review #ask game #ask me anything

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shadycollectivetragedy · 2 years ago

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I'm doing my best but you gotta remember there's no cell coverage on the Island of misfit toys and years of exposure to your stupid has really throttled the download,

I am not so insensitive or oblivious as to imagine there to be value for myself, in being obstinate in the denial of what clearly has been the totality of your life's effort,

I want to help you cuz watching you struggle with the packaging is like watching a rat trying to unspring it's death trap , the hilarity of how useless and pathetic the motivation to indulge in some enjoyment in the expression of cruelty as someone's perogative , has the same shelf life that people not victims of their own narcissistic delusions, see in the idea of spending their time building these ridiculous Wile E coyote 10K component constructs whose only horror lies in recognizing the obsessive delerium fever that defines you , In the fact you built it shaking with the anticipation of success , In something no mentally I'm an insane stalker while your friends keep hitting the only button they have ,

They want me to show up unannounced at fake youse suggestion how is this right by you? I've done nothing to warrant scrutiny,

person has any interest in doing .

you got me fucked up if you think I'm doing it on purpose , but your gonna have to explain what I'm supposed to do , or say or think , so you can blow your load and have your Leonardo king of the world moment because if you start crying , I might have to kill myself in shame ,

( It's a time machine Napoleon)

I can't do what you need without a little direction , I know it takes some of the boner fuel out of the payoff when the victim of your evil genius needs help with his lines,

But I can't do everything and if you could just explain.... Give me a second to make sure I'm at the right step in the operating manual,...

Ok , right ,

So on page 7 million 856,

Right after the crushed bones of an albino tree tortoise

( don't make it too difficult or anything)

I don't understand the writing of the verification,

Before you lose your shit and all the neighbors cats start turning up decapitated ,

I'm not criticizing,

You have a lot to be proud of , there is hard work and dedication that Is evident all over your .....thing , that.... does something , uh , yeah,

Oh oh , something COOL ,

Pfff clearly , anyone can see THAT ,

Ok you know what the problem is ?

Me.

No , I swear , I'm just ,,,,, so dumb , that ...... I messed it up somehow .

You know what I think happened ?

Ok ,

Remember in step 5628,

When I was supposed to masturbate while performing a hand less head stand ?

I kept falling on account of my head being more circular as opposed to the empty square you think others in common with you , which in all likelihood , failed to summon the demon lord ,,,ahh, hold on a second,

The Demon Lord ,

Worthlesschildrapingshiteater

Without whose blessing , the soulsucification assembly , will default to the secondary hand crank activation option , which you look to have bypassed with the duck tape and , what is that ? SYRUP , ,, NICE, good thinking there , I mean most people would worry a that dumping a gallon of melted sugar into a delicate , uh , uh,

BRILLIANT , piece of , uh , uh,

HI TECH! Equipment .

So I think it's clear to see , the problem is I'm just not , uh , uh ,uh

SMART enough , to do it the right way,

Ok now Fred ? Fred?

Ok , there no need for that ,

No , no , you don't have set yourself on fire ,

No , no one wants to drag you behind their car because you can't do anything right , that's just not true ,

I told it's me ,

So ....

You pay for , suggest to or otherwise effect the intentional dishonest interest of friendship from, a random stranger , with the only intent of gaining your victims appreciation for the individual ,

Ok , ok , looks real good so far .

What ?

You kidding me ?

EVERYONE , would enjoy that , whats not to love there?

Ok , so ,, everything is still good here ,

And then when everything seems normal, you reverse the machines rotation , from

Like to hate ,

Very nice , you know a lot of people don't like how it tastes , but I'm the opposite ,

You can't put enough hate on anything bad far as I'm concerned , am I right ?

Sure ,

Ok so now we got to ,

What did I do ,

And it performed flawlessly ,

No , there's nothing odd about dedicating hundreds if not thousands of hours to support a lie with the singular intent of hurting someone's feelings,

There is no greater use of ones time ,

The replacement of the actual living person, with the cardboard replacement decoy,

seems to have worked fine,

And , there was no problem with the insertion of the

I'm a dirty dirty slut personally upgrade ,

And it looks like you have way more than enough ,

I HIT THE JACKPOT FUCK ME BABY response content , so

You see?

there Is nothing you did wrong building your ,,,, thing,

You know whose fault it is ?

Whoever told you I was a punk bitch, pussy mother fucker like you , lol

That's the problem .

Because the idea I would be embarrassed at the idea I thought someone attractive , desirable, interesting or sincere ,

Is confused.

As Is the idea ,that there was an audience of freak show trash , eagerly anticipating the opportunity to take enjoyment from the idea their ridicule and pleasure in seeing me face plant , is upsetting or anything that could help with my inability to pass a mirror without furiously masturbating to the sexy as mother fucker looking back at me , I mean , my god ,

I'm not the least bit gay , but , that man is a god , lol

I'm supposed to feel ,..bad ,

Because someone else is a liar ,and a thief,.... Yeah?

See I didn't know that.

And Im supposed to feel bad that other people heard my

Super secret crush feelings

Yeah ,

I don't have those lol.

You can know , lol everyone can if they care for some reason .

I adore the girl ,

Oh yeah , clearly ,

You seem to have a handle On every shameful indulgence of bad behavior on display,

Nailed it

IDC, lol

Love it , love her ,

What ?

She was going to help someone kill me ?

Yeah so ?

Do you not see the line ?

That's not people waiting for GAGA to sign thier face with a sharpie ,

They ALL WANT to kill me,

I mean if I could only adore women who weren't going to eventually fantasize about violently murdering me ,

There would be no one left to be the star of my gangbang dreams ,

And then life would have no meaning ,

To feel anything you hoped begins with the acceptance that you are not entitled to feel what you do , when others identify some expression of unhealthy ideation as the source ,

suggesting a weakness of character, or need that defines you as broken ,

You have no possible chance of that,

I'm not broken ,

I'm better.

She can insult , or ridicule , or abuse, or victimize the willingness to accept her at her word, without recognizing we're people to all agree and behave as she did ,

The terms friendship and love would have no meaning to anyone else .

You want to burn the world to ash , you want to destroy everything , because you have nothing but a empty vaccuum of negativity in your heart

So you let yourself believe what you do is the appropriate Expression of reprisal for perceived transgression , when every single thing , anyone ever does to anyone else happens to us all , and you feckless stupidity , is nothing I'd ever waste time making my responsibility to correct .

Your why people don't want to use public swimming pools ,

It's ok too piss?

Everyone does ?

So , then you intentionally jump into 10k gallons of urine for a good time,

Hmmm,

Knock yourself out shit for brains,

I can't feed you the joy in MY HEART ,

for one , the bad you hope for , gets thrown out with the stupid shit like moments in your company ,

Entirely worthless ,

So I don't keep it around lol,

and even we're that not the case ,

You want JOY stupid , there is none in someone else's sorrow , WTF is wrong with you ?

Damn Coffee is cold ,excuse me , can you put some ice cubes in my coffee , it's too cold ,

Genius

And Lastly, what good is the effort to suck the joy from someone else's life were you able to when your system operates on the antithists

YOUR SYSTEM CANT OPEN files written in joy , when there is nothing but anger and sorrow inside you ,

You can spend the rest of your entire life like the energy vampire you are , feeding endlessly , and starving to death anyways because you can't find sustenance in the good things ,

Unless it all belongs to you ,

Go away asshole ,

I've carried you long enough

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