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#I CRIED IN VC
lumen-tellus · 5 months
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fic: the clatter of niceties ringing false
2nd pov / chara study / platonic kdj & company
tw -> suicide, suicidal thoughts, self-loathing.
The truth is - until he reads that fateful novel, Kim Dokja is not much of a dreamer. (Or: Kim Dokja regresses. Physically and mentally, that is - back to the fine, tender age of fifteen, covered in inexplicable injuries and lacking all knowledge of what it means to survive for tomorrow. At least his tight-lipped sense of secrecy hasn't changed. Which is not a good thing, by the way.)
(read on ao3!!)
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redversaillesrose · 2 years
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nightcolorz · 9 months
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There is just sm going on in this mf sentence. So many implications. I can’t handle it. “He thought they would laugh at him” what the actual fuck does that mean
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solivcgant · 1 month
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you have two (2) brain cells. a good amount. one can take a break while the other one is working. unless they both decide to take a vacation at the same time. then it's like you have 0 brain cells
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this is slander-- i have MORE than two brain cells. i just don't know how to show them off..
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singulariities · 4 months
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I’ll just cry about wolf359 for the millionth time and pretend the finale never happened
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kaeyaphile · 9 days
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operation do not cry at my irl bestie’s wedding: FAILED
#kayleigh.txt#if the pets didn’t need to be watched i would’ve been one of the bridesmaids#she gave me the same giftbag she gave them and so we’re wearing the same jewelry but alas#but yeah uh. i cried. a lot. struggled hiding it lmao#my bestie looks so fucking beautiful and perfect and her now husband immediately started crying when he saw her#honestly same lmfaooo#she made direct eye contact with me when the officiant mentioned that this wouldn’t have been possible without their loving friends and fam#which. didn’t help stop my crying lmfaooo#i’m fine this is fine; the only other wedding i’ve been to was my sister’s and i was one of the bridesmaids so 🤷🏼‍♀️#i was not emotional at all during that because idgaf about my sister tbqh#she and i stay civil and tolerate each other for the sake of our father but that is it 🤷🏼‍♀️#good thing i didn’t wear any fucking makeup because it would be ruined 😂#i am going to hang out eat dinner drink wine socialize and dance a bit#hug my bestie and her husband and cry some more probably#and thej hopefully head home before 10pm 😬🤞🏻#the pets need their pm medications and also just like. attention and all that lmao#because i am their petsitter until tomorrow afternoon/evening#also i am chronically ill and mentally ill and tired and in pain from helping set up the venue yesterday#also also i desperately wanna just. vc with friends and play genshin impact/honkai: star rail/fallout 4 🥲👍🏻#my social battery had been drained dry meeting everyone yesterday so today is. difficult
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nazorneku · 6 months
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Otto reminisces memories with Void Archives featuring @saganarr
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hekateinhell · 4 months
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do you think armand has ever gone through a phase where he was fascinated with fucking-machines (fuck machines? sex machines? whatever those things are called)
I'm sure he has!
Fuck machines aren't anything that would've been around when he was mortal (apparently, the first one was built in 1900 and sprayed milk to simulate cum 🫢). And like many of us, I like to imagine that Armand went through a bit of a wild sexual exploration phase in the '70s & '80s, where he was just catching up on everything. ​I know he took the entire machine apart at least once to see how the fucking mechanism worked; he even could've reassembled it and rigged it to go harder and faster than it was ever designed to.
Either way, I hope he strapped Daniel to a fuck machine while using a super tight homemade fleshlight-type thing on his dick to milk him. 🥰 For curiosity's sake, of course.
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cagcd · 5 months
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I love how a good chunk of mk characters are depressed but then there's Johnny who's ✨depressed✨
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thiefkingyall · 4 months
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I'm crying about the bees 🐝
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@young-botanical-genius / continued
America. The word, alongside the questioning tone of voice, caught Seymour's attention; a glimmer of clarity amongst the rest of the indecipherable messages from the other man. Eyes brightening and brows raising in recognition, he nodded.
"...Yes...Yes...! I am..." he trailed off briefly, wondering just how much the other man could understand English, if he could at all. He still wasn't quite sure if this intruder intended to hurt him or to steal any of what little possessions he owned, but if he did, maybe there was still a way to dissuade him from doing so. He just had to play it safe and follow along.
"...I am...I am American." Seymour spoke slowly, almost exaggeratedly; taking care to emphasize and enunciate every syllable that emerged from his lips. "...T-This is America. America." he gave another nod, gaze darting around as he searched the man's face for any sign of comprehension. He tried smiling a bit, but anxiety was still written all over his features. "...New York?"
Shikishima's eyes narrowed in thought. New York? That was one of the biggest cities. It was all over their movies, their exports, commercials, propaganda. Odo Island was nowhere near New York. It was in the Pacific Ocean, near Japan.
... He had been taught the most basic of basic English, given that was what their enemy in the war spoke. Mostly the wartime essentials -- hands up, come with us, drop your guns. Maybe he could try to communicate with this man, figure out what was going on? He reluctantly let go of Seymour's shirt, and looked him up and down. He wasn't dressed like any of the yankee soldiers... he had big glasses (was he smart?), and relatively shoddy clothing. Shikishima by comparison wore a bomber jacket and a standard issue set of clothing.
"We are in... America. New York," he said, speaking slowly, unsurely. "How did I get here? Who are you? American soldier? Am I your prisoner?"
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spadilled · 2 months
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wow so. 2.1 huh. (holds my head in my hands)
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dustwereturn · 10 months
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HI BARBIES I JUST SAW THE BARBIE MOVIE AND ALSO I START MY CNA CLASS TOMORROW I AM SO ALIVE
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saixenjoyer · 10 months
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Minor totk spoilers
My biggest totk regret is that I had to fight colgera on mute cus I was on a bus so I never got to hear it’s theme until I found it in the depths and OH MY GOD???? THE DRAGON ROOST CALLBACK???? THIS WHOLE FUCKING TRACK IS SO FANTASTIC OHFHFBFNR????
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mazzywazzy69 · 6 months
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Almost had a breakdown with a bunch of tears and I see this. I'm gonna combust.
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rainbowcarousels · 1 year
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Okay, so chapter four of stars is more or less ready, just needs going over for spelling and word mix ups by the cold light of day so it should be up when I get in tomorrow. For now, please accept some Armand and Lestat.
“How’s your little arrangement going to work under the same roof?” Lestat asked. “It’s one thing keeping a lover in two places, but another when it comes to sharing your bed in a small confine.”
“Trinity Gate is hardly small,” Armand replied.
“It’s not here,” Lestat said.
“If Louis doesn’t want to come here, it’s his choice.” Armand had little problem if Louis had wanted to come any time he’d been here, but he didn’t. The noise of it, the pageantry, the bureaucracy – it wasn’t for him any more than it was for Daniel, if for different reasons. “If you want him here, you’ll have to do it on your own.”
“I intend to,” Lestat reminded him. “I would like it more if you were both here.”
“I don’t live here either,” Armand replied. “Having quarters isn’t the same as living here.”
“Then live here!” Lestat’s hand dropped from his back and much to his annoyance, he found he missed it. “ Bring your little ones, let Benji mingle with his adoring young fans, let Sybelle spellbind us with symphony. Antoine is here more than you are, you know they love him. If anyone could make a home here, any way, you could.”
“And if I wanted to redecorate the whole place?” Armand asked, his lips threatening to smile against his will.
“You weren’t planning to do that anyway?”
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