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existential execution is just a fluke in evolution.

He didn't want to waste the woman's time, nor did he want to waste his own time, and even if it meant sitting in a white room while someone scrutinizes your every word... he'd do it.

But Hildr's office isn't white. It's painted a specific pale beige color, and were he more versed in psychology, he might would attempt to make the connection between a soft pastel and healing.

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sorry for the spam i've just been writing a lot and i'm proud of a lot of it
It's admitted quietly, as if he's terrified of someone else hearing those words. Because if there's one thing he's afraid of, and there's a lot he's afraid of now, it's of losing the bonds he's cultivated now.
"But I've decided that I want to remain in your life, in whatever capacity you'll allow me." His gaze doesn't waver as he speaks these words, and maybe it's the adrenaline coursing through him but... "As a friend, or some annoying former co-worker or... just know that I'm going to put aside my feelings to keep what we've got going... going?"


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He knew the right thing to say in order to grab their respective attentions. For the honor-bound Albaz, he just had to say that someone had tripped an old lady and stolen her purse. For the mischief-loving Aluber, he just had to say that there was an untripped old lady with an unstolen purse nearby.
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i don't get angry when i'm pissed; i'm the eternal optimist.

It’s the first campfire of the summer. A large crowd threatens to swallow any sight of the flame, and following the quest Hathorne and Rosenbach left for, most of the camp remain in gossip. The routine is standard by now, all according to some bygone plan.

Omnipresence really doesn't fucking do much in the long run, huh.


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If Inanna was the Eater, he was the jagged teeth that lined their maw. Not quite their equal but a part of them nonetheless. A facet not so easily replaced lest they root him out. If that moment came, he prayed, without him, they would choke.
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i don't get angry when i'm pissed; i'm the eternal optimist.
Thian Lê is baking.

[...]

There's only one small problem, left pocketed as not a goddamn issue until it has to be, about the fact.

This isn't his fucking kitchen.


honestly, not even exaggerating when i say this might just be my all-time favorite line i've written.
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i don't get angry when i'm pissed; i'm the eternal optimist.
"I'm not one to seek dashing looks and grand titles alone," is the card she plays now, as she shifts into a step closer, then back. "If I'm to dance with dukes and princes, it will be because they bow and ask with offered hands."


entirely different energy from my last post here but hey we love range



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i love my writing more when my mental health is bad but i can still write. man, oh, man.

A handsome monster, oathsworn to insentience with a name unnamable, unmeant to be invoked. For power, like lovers hands, have pried open their thighs and yielded themselves to the sanctum of pleasures. Their form is emptiness and emptiness is their form; deities in pairs, female and male and all in between. Discordant elements confused, congested into a shapeless heap.


As calm as the breeze, tepid in shadow. She is life and she is death; in all its peace. Her tone is not burdened by fear, yet she is wise enough to hold it in her heart.
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Why do we sleep where we want to hide?

A hunger reflected in her eyes and they feasted upon every unsteady gasp of air, every shudder of anguish and every bead of sweat that coated his flesh. It is a buffet of agony, and she is an indulgent patron savoring every last crumb.

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I've got a hurricane in my head, I can't feel a thing, but it's better than dead
"Please..." Akira felt the life starting to slip away from the only person that actively cared for him and he curled up above him, his shoulders shaking under the weight of it. "You can't... Not for me..." The man didn't deserve it. It had been meant for him, not Ken.

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Painful, repressed memories flooded back into her conscious mind like an unstoppable deluge of despair. Even when she shut her eyes tightly, all she could see were abstract images of her ghostly sisters wailing in their death throes. Was there no escaping that unbearable pain?