Basically my mood of the last couple of days. This fake movie is just the best.
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screaming, crying, throwing up
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ME: How do I make others suffer?
Also me: "So describe your Whumpee in the same manner a male writer writes women."
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Okay you know what
*creates a Naga au because it makes me happy*
Scale reference since I can't draw digitally
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Me <- should be going to bed
Thinking about tiny dregons -> what I'm actually doing rn
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artist looking at the tags people leave on their stuff: hehehohohhe
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tokyo training camp arc my beloved
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10 INPUT " @changqwi ",
A $ IF ASK (Q $) = 0 THEN GOTO REPLY
PRINT “ how about we don’t do that. ” ,
A $ INPUT "random_dialogue_prompts"; S
it’s perfect in that cold, empty way a practiced smile can be. his eyes show no emotion when he lifts his hand, raises the body attached to the head he’s holding up. the person whimpers and he almost wants to scoff. he knows this ones kind; the one that can hurt and dish out pain as long as they do not suffer the consequences. it’s the same kind of person that was responsible for his death. for what he was to become. it’s the same kind of person he used to be, he convinces himself. and that makes it all the more easier to add just a little more pressure to his grip. enough to make them wince and have tears roll freely down their face. it must be incredibly painful, he muses. it won’t take much more before he cracks their skull. he feels tempted to - they deserve as much. he knows that. he’s been following them in the dark for weeks now. it’d be deserved.
but a hand on his shoulder roughly pulls him back. he was so focused on his hand that he hasn’t been minding his stance. he shouldnt be able to be moved so easily but he’s turned his gravitational center off earlier that day and it’s enough for someone very strong to at least get him to move a bit. and it’s the surprise that does the rest, that causes him to drop the person on the ground. he hisses, sucks in a breath he doesn’t need nor want and glares back at sibyl. then he laughs at the expression - disgust. sort of. it’s the closest descriptor he can find to it. of course. anyone sane would feel that way about what he was going to do. sane, or perhaps just reasonable. his smile widens, turns into a toothy grin at that before he shrugs, gives the guy in front of him a solid kick in the ribcage that sends him flying before extending his hands in an open shrug. you can get lost now, he says in a voice that isn’t his own. then he turns around.
「 bold choice to stop me. 」
he hums out, amused. it’s a breath of fresh air. it’s amusing. nobody so far has had the gall to actually stop him when he was in his element. nobody was bold enough. or perhaps stupid enough. in her case he’d argue the first one is more reasonable an explanation than the latter but he’ll digress. his gaze lowers, meets hers. she’s ... upset, it seems. as if she doesn’t understand what he’s doing. and maybe she doesn’t - she doesn’t know what he does and this is more of a “badly timed second meeting” than anything else. he rolls his shoulders like he did back than, except this time its to free a stiff cable in his arm before he gives a low chuckle.
「 alright. i’ll entertain you if you entertain me.
give me ONE good reason why i shouldn’t. 」
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theres friends,
theres enemies
and then theres whatever the fuck Asra and Eshu have goin on.
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