Why go to therapy when you can cosplay as Clapton Davis and eat gummy bears while listening to Ayesha Erotica in the back of a 7/11?
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Will he see it? No
But does it make me feel better to say? Yes
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Newborn: A Quick Ultrakill Fanfic to Stop the Noise in my Brain :3
Buzzing. Flashes of color. Hunger.
Sensation begin to flood the newborn mind as the fuel reservoirs begin to fill- circuits sparking and mechanics whirring into action, metal body being given its first taste of life.
Blood of Christ. Cup of Salvation.
The pouches under its metal skin reach full capacity from the stream of red nectar, jolting it into some form of ecstatic bliss. This is the ideal. This is… life? It reels its head back, disconnecting the flow tubes. Its mechanical heart begins to beat.
“It’s working. It’s functional. I can’t believe this.”
The blood begins to burn. Converted into electric, pulsing power. It can feel. It feels... good.
But the reservoirs are being drained- and something else is beginning to burn.
“This could end the war. Finally.”
Somewhere deep inside, hatred begins to flow. No. It needs more fuel. It needs life. It doesn’t think, only craves.
Animalistic rage floods its mind. It NEEDS MORE.
“This… could fix everything.”
It can see now. It can sense more power. Flowing on to the ground. Draining from the tubes it disconnected. In the white sacks of fuel outside the glass. Warm. Tempting. Moving.
But the restraints. It tenses. It bends. It wants.
It has no voice but somehow it must scream.
“God, man. Look how it’s moving. It’s like an animal. Are we sure this thing is what we’re looking for?”
Need. Want. Crave. The reservoirs are empty. It’s beginning to shut down. Desperately it rattles against the shackles holding it down. More fuel. More life. But it can’t. Even the cool, dull fuel on the ground seems to taunt it. So close. So far. It’s beginning to shut down.
“Trust me. I know this blood-fuel stuff is freaky- but it’s better than what’s been developed in the past. Frankly, anyone who comes up against this thing should be thanking us- it’ll be quick and painless.”
Somehow, it growls. A mechanical revving in itself as its body ceases to function again. Newborn mind silenced. A mere object. But not forever.
“Jeez. Well, we’ve still got room to prototype, and I’m sure we could get something better. Remember, this is just version one.”
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This show is so f*cking rude!
For the first three episodes, it was just jogging along as this cute little show about ghosts, then the fourth episode came and hit me over the head while I was distracted with the ghosts, and now the fifth episode has taken me hostage determined to make me feel all the emotions I have kept bottled up for the last three decades!
Every single plot line came for me because every single person is hurting in this show in a different way that is understandable and is inevitable.
How did this show make me feel so much in fifty-two minutes?! Kevin thinking he was just used for sex! Pluem believing his dad doesn't love him! Prim trying to reach out and being shut down! See-Nam sacrificing herself for others! See-Foon connecting with others only for them to leave him! JAKE!
This show is so fucking good.
I hate it.
Keep the sorrow in a box
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Put wolf ears on your ocs it’s fun
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tearing my face off wanting to share my wips fifty times before they're done
*draws one line* GUYS AM I DOING IT AM I GOOD?!?!
the need to microdose validation oh my FUCKing god
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Every time I type the word cock I still feel like the scared, religiously traumatized sixteen year old girl who felt like she had to tiptoe around the fucking sexual demon that was constantly gnawing at her liver like Prometheus and the eagle so now I force myself to laugh
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