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i don't get angry when i'm pissed; i'm the eternal optimist.
not my last post but one of my recent ones, this particular passage had been something living in my head rent-free despite my current love/hate relationship w/ my writing and style as of late

"I see many things for myself," is the instinctive reply that rings forth, immediate as an quieter argument, before stifling itself to a simmer. She knows the expression that crosses his face, however brief. She says nothing of it. "That does not mean I'm willing to gamble whatever future my clan may have on the hope that the scholars and geniuses people remember include daughters."







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D-d-digimon!
The woman couldn't help raising a skeptical eyebrow. The whole setup sounded eerily like the beginning of a serial killer plot. All that was missing was for him to creepily turn the TV on and tell her what niche show they'd have to watch before she was allowed to leave.


Hooray for shoving memes into posts that will be outdated in a few months XD
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villain kissing is fun, actually
It sent a chill up his spine, akin to a lightning strike of familiarity. Someone who's corpse he'd seen walking around before, one worn around to trap him. One he should've burned, but couldn't bear to lose.


gotta love lovers to enemies to why-did-you-make-me-kill-you-ex-lovers

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So, too, is Death possessed of infinite strategies and a gaunt nature.
The autumn shadow of the corridor is frosty and cold, and the wind and the descending sun are leisurely hibiscus songs.

A little bit of plum scatters like waves; the tea is full of stars.

Yet the implication of a spring breeze does not understand love sickness, and Hakuryuu - much like that breeze - does not know how deep the empress’ blood runs through her daughters’ veins.

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i don't get angry when i'm pissed; i'm the eternal optimist.

Besides, there is nothing Akari would dare choose over her family. She'd attempted to once, and look what she intends to do now—duty or freedom? Lineage or aspiration? To wake up every morning knowing a province and its people wait for you or to spend sleepless nights researching a legacy you may not live to see?




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The fish-man opened a large, wooden chest filled to the brim with golden coins and jewelry, his nonexistent lips parting to unveil a sharp-toothed grin. "Bruh ra ra ra ra! That's a nice treasure!" He remarked with a hearty guffaw. A seagull with a hat flew overhead, dropping a rolled up newspaper, which the carcharhinoid caught in the air without even looking.


0 seconds into a one piece RP and I've invented a new word lmao
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where fears and lies melt away.
An alien symbiote and its host channeling two different types of anger.


Like the forboding chime of a ship bell warning sailors of an encroaching storm, Deoxys wails an ear-piercing screech and zips after Mimikyu. Anger. Fury. These words fail to describe the emotion in its chest. For it is a rage as alien as it.


Killian gave no shout, no yell - no battle cry. His rage was a quiet storm. A cold chill not unlike the one blowing in around him. Pointed like an arrow, Killian aimed that tempest at Fernando and fired.
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It wasn't a sensation she'd equate to Beautiflies or Butterfrees.

No, she recognized this as the vertigo of staring down a cliff: wondering at the short-lived thrill that came with falling, followed by the shuddering revulsion of knowing the collision that inevitably came after.
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i don't get angry when i'm pissed; i'm the eternal optimist.

Lucas Hathorne's done many things in the name of a holy war. He suspects the list is longer than he'd remember, lines all ready for the pen and the pamphlet from before a broken heart could even mend. To keep the world safe suggests knowing what sacrifice one is willing to give. So if the reason Hell decides to wait for him comes from the desecration of a man-made place of worship to keep a monster and a threat cornered, well—

He fires at the marble statue.

It's probably the easiest thing to repent for, when put into perspective.
last edit on Dec 5, 2022 21:33:29 GMT by CEL



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a verb in perfect view.
The statue fractures with a plume of white smoke, and the head of a long-lost messiah shatters on the ground below.
now second-to-last post by virtue of the blasphemy, but still my favorite thing i've written in a while -
Fortunately, Lucas hasn’t forgotten how to talk. Unfortunately, he still hasn’t learned when to stop.
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where fears and lies melt away.
All the emotion hidden behind glass came pouring out of Killian; it burned yet felt so frigid in his veins. He channeled it and wrapped his fist in the ice of neglected emotions.


He brought it all to bear on Fernando, unflinching, unblinking - unrelenting. No one would take and use what belonged to him. Not again.
last edit on Dec 6, 2022 8:12:41 GMT by Mouse
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you want it darker, we kill the flame
Midnight ticks on night’s white clock. A shadow for its fatal hand, it counts over skeletal trees and fangled branches that hem the Imperial Gardens like cragged tombs. It limns predators and pales trembling prey, shattering the everyday mundane into specters.
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It randomly opened to the music channel... in December. This festive, jolly season was known to foster a certain evil. An evil worse than the dark god sealed by the seven Millennium Items. An evil worse than the great serpent that slumbered in the depths of the sea. An evil known as... Mariah Carey!
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「我等の天下だ 神など要らない。」
where rhalgr is the moon - gravitational tides, pulling towards him under the light of the stars, where he moves the very ground that he walks on and looks towards the sky and the future - rene is the sun, where his warmth is akin to that of a warm spring day rather than the blazing heat of the summers and the volcano that bubbles so threateningly around their borders. rene has always been the sun, even when it feels as if his light wants to extinguish under the weight of finding a way to brighten the shadows.



it's not even that good but i like the sibling dynamic a lot.