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[dreamsofalife]

Did you know? 1981 was the year that A̴͕͊A̵͜͝A̸͔͊A̵͔͗Á̸̘A̵̟̚A̵̻͛À̸̜Ä̸̗́Á̸̩A̴̪̓A̵̹͋A̵̹̔A̵̘͒A̸̫̓Ả̶̘Á̷̗Ä̵̧́Ă̴̧A̵͚̎A̵̧̎A̸̝͂A̴̪̍À̸̖A̷̘͠A̵͇͝Ā̷̺A̶̺̔Ā̵̟A̵̩͝A̷͉͆Ȁ̴ͅA̷̛͉Ạ̶͝A̸̹͒Ă̶͔

"Duh, I'm not an idiot."

[flamesignite]

Borgir

"E̴̡̩̜̥̠͗̾̐N̴̞͉̍̆̎̽̈́͂͜͝Ơ̵̡͕̯̏̓̓̓̂̾̎Û̶̗̪͎͚͇̖̈́̄Ģ̷̯̙̮̦̪̌̈̓̑̒͋̀̒͠H̵̭̰̳͔͕̜̙̉̏̍"

[oflostinfound]

"let's listen in on our inner thoughts" -[Any]

Send "let's listen in on our inner thoughts" to hear a thought my muse has had but would never vocalize.

I don't want to worry Alex but my ribs still really hurt sometimes from that kick. I should talk to Cromwell. Would he rat me out? I hope not, he has enough on his plate.

Bite him bite him bite him bite him b̶̛͖̬Itẻ̸͈̣̹ h̴̛̖̔i̶̛̟m̴̯̾̐ ̶̟̺̃̅BI̷͗TE̶̖͝ ̶̲̓̌͜HIM̶͎͊͆!!!

Hey! No! Stop that! Spirits....

[cursefought]

i have a personal headcanon that every run for zynth & @urgebound never got farther than moonrise towers. whether they were good and trying to save everyone, or they were trying (and failing) to go full durge where nothing stood in their way. it never worked. it never stuck. they'd always get pulled back onto the nautiloid once they were killed, and they would always go down merely seconds, if that, after one another, which would activate the artefact in their possession (stolen from shadowheart early on, most of the time). they couldn't even contemplate using revivify on their companions, or trying to heal themselves out of a tight spot. it was as if the universe said 'not this run, we go back and we learn'. but this last run, the one right before this one. they went to moonrise. they tried to save minthara. they tried to get people to safety, even though no one trusted them. and then─ a n d t h e n. zynth watches as thorm takes down their sister in one blow and jeers and sneers at the one left in brief shock. it felt like hours between each passing second, and there were only three of them to spare before they acted on pure rage. their patron - their GOD, xiue'thal, the forgotten god turned celestial being, the patron of second chances and the deity of REVENGE. for just long enough, zynth and xiue'thal overpowered the artefact's will - the desire for the universe to try one more time. for a little while, KETHERIC THORM remembered the feeling of fear. for a little while, KETHERIC THORM felt the humility of mortality. for a little while... yes, for just a little while. for long enough for it to matter? zynth arsinoe, divine champion of a forgotten god, dug their teeth into the meat of the world and tore it apart, teaching an undead heart the true meaning of death. it was only upon a withering heartbeat of their sister gasping for them to go back that the hold on the puppet strings of the world took hold again, the artefact curling into existing again. "Next time, you challenge me and me alone." [ R̷̭̟̻͖͗̇̆̾Ę̸͛͂S̷̛̟̒̾͜T̸͐̏̈͜Á̶̗̏͛͜ͅR̵͕̥̤̎͜T̵̩̏ ]

[pokeglitchden]

Ma! Upcast the Wish spell at 12th level (same level of spell as a Become God spell in dnd) to cast a Mind Blank onto Simon and Hatter which will last for 72 hours. If any form of Antimagic affects this or it would otherwise be forcibly be ended early (which not even the Wish spell or similar effects can do) it will be reapplied as soon as it is able to be (Ie leaving the Antimagic field) unless the spell ended naturally during that time.

that should make you immune to any such wish shenanigans changing or altering your mental state and condition for 3 days, and should end any such effects that have already taken place. I hope you have good fortune, as there is not much else I can do to stop the Red Queen as is. Remember, you’re only immune to mind altering effects or having your thoughts and emotions read for 3 days. Unless the spell fails somehow in which case you should really consider going to another universe where the wish sky is not happening very soon

A̸n̶o̸n̸ ̵w̶h̷y̶ ̸d̷o̶e̷s̷ ̴y̸o̶u̵r̸ ̵s̴p̸e̷l̶l̵ ̵f̷e̶e̴l̶ ̴l̶i̶k̴e̷ ̷s̷t̷a̶t̸i̶c̶?̷

I think there was s̴o̴m̸e̵ ̸k̵i̵n̸d̵ ̵o̴f̸ ̸c̶o̵r̸r̴u̵p̷t̷i̴o̴n̷ ̶e̵f̶f̷e̶c̸t̵ ?

I̷'̸m̶ ̷g̸o̴i̵n̸g̶ ̵t̵o̸ ̷b̸e̵ ̸h̴o̴n̸e̶s̶t̷ ̴i̷t̶ ̸f̸e̶e̵l̷s̵ ̸l̴i̸k̴e̷ ̶s̶o̶m̸e̴t̷h̴i̶n̵g̵ ̷w̴e̴n̵t̴ ̴w̶r̴o̶n̸g̸.̶ ̸I̶ ̵t̶h̵i̶n̷k̵ ̵I̴ ̴n̶e̴e̷d̶ ̴t̴o̵ ̸l̷i̵e̵ ̶d̷o̸w̸n̷.̴

[selfmenticide]

the entity's neck craned and cracked as it eyed the raven from afar , feeling the vessel that barely contained him leak and twist at the sight of a person it once recalled as a ' FRIEND ' . anti had taken the end of the world as a means to get to his favorite possible end goal , taking JACK'S PLACE . who knew all it would take is to be put into the position where it's either sacrifice your form and save your few remaining friends OR allow them all die for your selfishness ? black hands cling to shadowed walls , green eyes gleaming as they pierce through the thick fog of the early morning , disjointed limbs carrying him closer and closer to mark .

despite his dysfunctional pace , anti maintains silence as he practically creeps up on the raven from behind , the only thing really signifying him encroaching being an almost silent static that filled the air . then , as a crunch of fallen leaves cut the thick atmosphere , a tittered , glitched laughter fills the where that cut was made ; something all encompassing and feverish in nature . the creature emanates an odor of strong iron and dirt , each pore of his body idly oozing a deep black blood as he approached the other with a ( literally ) face splitting grin .

" H̸O̴W̴D̶Y̵ ̷(̶ ̷h̷o̴w̵d̵y̶ ̸)̸ ̸,̴ mark ̵!̶ " it's head snaps to an inhuman position , the black ichor oozing from his mouth as it cackled and in the same instance his form glitching to appear almost completely human beyond that deep crimson scar around his neck . " s̸t̵r̷a̵n̵g̵e̷ ̴(̷ ̶i̸m̷p̷o̷s̵s̸i̷b̶l̵e̵ ̶)̴ ̷.̷ " the way it sounds is as if multiple voices were layered on top of one another , something cumbersome and overbearing . " really ̸t̴h̴o̴u̵g̴h̵t̶ ̸t̷h̴o̴s̶e̶ ̴m̶u̵s̶c̴l̸e̴s̶ ̷(̴ ̷w̷e̷a̷k̶ ̶f̷l̷e̷s̴h̷ ̴)̶ ̸w̴o̶u̴l̵d̵'̵v̷e̶ ̵g̸o̴t̸t̵e̷n̸ to ̶your ̵b̷r̷a̶i̶n̵ ̸(̸ ̵B̷R̴A̶I̶N̵ ̴)̸ ̴,̴ ̷m̸a̶d̴e̴ ̷y̶a̵'̴ ̶p̶r̴i̸m̸e̴ ̴m̸e̶a̸l̷ ̷NUMBER ONE ̸.̴ " it snickers , rolling his shoulders so he could stand eerily straight .

" d̴i̴d̴n̷'̶t̶ one loss ̶o̸n̶ ̸y̴o̸u̸r̴ ̵p̸l̴a̵t̵e̷ ̴(̸ YOUR FAULT ̵)̵ teach ̴ya' ̶g̶o̷i̷n̶g̵ out ̶A̵L̷O̴N̴E̴ ̵w̷a̴s̵ ̴a̴ ̴b̶a̴d̴ idea ? "

@goldenthreadstories | <3

[mitchftw]

ℍ̸̛͇̘̻̻́̾͂͛̐͗́̀͛̿͌͋͑͒̐̾͌͋̅͝ơ̷̡̢̢̧̡̢̢̡̺̩̬̘̮̘̮̬͖̣̼̤̪̫͚̮̦̜̮̹̬̞͔̥̞̙̪̦͍͈̼̤͚̙̮̼̩̹̣̱̠̜͚̹̯͎̜͓͙̘̘͈̺̺̠̤͈̮͕̫̫̭̳̠͚̾̓͂͂̑͆͑͋̓̀̏̉̒͋̆̒͛̂̀̉͋̈́͊̽͑̑͛̀̾̍̓̈̋̈́͘̕͘͝͝͝͠ͅͅņ̵̧̗͔̘̺̬̦̫̙̰͔̯͔̪̗͖̹͕̳̦̤̣͍̝̝͉̼̝̦̖̿̽͂̅̈́̍̒̍̓̈́͗͘͘͘͝͠ͅͅk̸̡̛̛̯̲͇͚̞͕͙̺̣̝̫͊̆̍̽̓̃̉̅̑͐̓̄̾̂͛̍̈́̿͗̌͋̿́̎̍͒̇͗͛͗̿̍̉̎͌̎͒̔̂̏̅̿͛͛̓̃̓̔̄͆̅̉̉̃͂̓̋͛̑̀̂̀̓͊̆̓͌̂̀̿͐̌̀̽̈́́͌͗̿̓̔̅̒͋̂͋͐̿͂̍͑͌̚̚̚͘̚̚̕̕͝͠ ̵̡̧̧̨̨̨̡̛̥͚̟̳͈̪̙̱̺̦̳̞̞͔̪̜̻̥͔̦̖̳͙͇̹̲̙̩̬͍̠̭̟̞̲̦̲͉̰͕̼̤̙̭͔͔̗̥̣͉̩̩̙͓̘͎̼̫̥̣̙̝̭̭̩̤̙̯͒̋̆̇̈́̔̆̏͋́̀̒̓̇̈̒̐̍͗́̊̅̽̀̏̉̃̋̆̒̀̓̓͛̿̿́͊͋̽̿̊̔͑̉̅̈̈̅͛̄͐͋͛́̀̿͐͌̀̒̽̽͊̂́͘̕̕̕̚̕̕̕͜͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅ

Oh, sweet, free XP.

[digimon-pokemon-swap-au]

The popular Tamagotchi pet inspired a cousin in 1997- Pokemon! This virtual pet was created by Akihiro Yokoi, who also created the Tamagotchi. It was conceived as a Tamagotchi alternative for boys.

"Pokemon are creatures who live in the magical Pocket World! You can keep one as a pet! But they are dangerous, so they must live in a special cage- the Pokevice! Your Pokevice contains everything your Pokemon needs to survive. Feed them, raise them, battle them! Watch them evolve through five unique stages! Are you ready to raise your first Pokemon?"

This tagline was attached to the back of every Pokemon virtual pet. It was accompanied by a popular anime series. The latter ballooned in the West, becoming a rival to the popular Digimon. At the time, it was considered a serious rival. Were you a Digimon kid or a Pokemon kid? The answer shattered playgrounds.

The series has died off since its early burst of popularity. But it is fondly remembered as a cult classic, especially its anime. Unlike the Digimon anime- which contained simple stories and an episodic format- Pokemon's anime was a sweeping epic. It was focused on eight children away at summer camp and their Pokemon. These were the PokeDestined- chosen to save the Pocket World from the evil Rocket Hunters!

Each child was marketed as an archetype. As the story continued, their archetype peeled away, revealing layers of hidden depth. It was this clever writing that attracted kids across the world. Everyone has a favorite PokeDestined!

B̴u̸t̸ ̴w̴h̸a̶t̸ ̴d̶o̴ ̶P̶o̴k̸e̸D̶e̴s̶t̷i̷n̶e̴d̴ ̶d̵r̴e̸a̶m̵ ̴o̶f̶?̷

[faller-of-kharbranth]

//HEED THE TAGS, YET AGAIN. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

KZZKT!!

How is this even possible?!

What in the lights of the Dragons…

KZZKT!!

[Yet another video. Do you want to watch it?]

[Y/N]

[Y]

[Video ID: It’s… a few hours after the last video was posted.

They’re all in… what looks to be a back room. Perhaps they needed to take shelter from an intensifying storm…

Maya and Oppy and Andrew and Teru-Bozu and Chiri and…

Malkah.

She’s kneeling still. Wrapped around something shrouded in white cloth.

You know all-too-well who that someone is.

The video g̴l̷i̷t̷c̸h̸e̶s̵ slightly every now and then. The otherworldly cold has set in, still gnawing at your bones every time you look at it.

Nothing happens for a long time. The only noises are of ventilation and muffled foot traffic and doors opening and closing and a persistent, faint thumping from above. The sound of the roof being battered by… what perhaps could be hail.

Some sparse thundering, and howling wind.

Not much else.

And then…

The video g̵l̶i̸t̸c̵h̵e̵s̷ ̵e̷n̴t̵i̵r̷e̴l̷y̷ ̸b̴l̸a̶c̸k̶… except for tail-like bursts of crimson that roil around the shrouded kit and her mother.

She’s frozen still, apparently unaware of whatever supernatural event is happening…

Too lost in grief, perhaps…

Until…

Eventually, what she holds… moves. Barely even a twitch, but enough to be felt.

And again.

And again.

Her kit, her daughter is silent of life no longer.

It unfurls faerself, and sets the shrouded Zorua on the floor, slowly, carefully removing the shroud wrapped around her.

Lying on her side, Rivka blearily looks up at her mother’s face with her single golden eye.

Malkah takes her up again, rising unsteadily as everyone crowds around her.

She’s still crying.

They leave the room together, the others following.

Reunited.

The video ends.]

[cittadeinumeri]

@chounaifu

It's in these evenings hours, when Proton is heavily detached from everything, that he stares at himself in the mirror-- highly paranoid-- highly tense-- and when everything itches, when he tastes static on his tongue, he refuses to look his reflection directly in the eye. It still wants him, he swears. It terrifies him.

ʷᵉ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ

Did you hear that?

They know you heard that. Don't pretend you didn't.

we see you.

Ľ̵̗o̴̬͋o̸̺͝k̸̮͠ ̷̢̑u̵͓͒p̷̞̎,̶̩͐ ̴̫̉P̷̤̎r̵̘̆ö̷̦ẗ̸̯́o̸͙͒n̵̖̏.

Don't pretend you didn't want this. Don't pretend you weren't curious. Of course you were.

Everyone is. Everyone is fascinated. Everyone is interested.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴇs ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ.

we see you.

Why aren't you looking at us?

Why aren't you looking at your reflection?

Did you see it tilt its head?

Did you see it ▊bLi▀nk?

It's you. IT'S Y▎OU. YOU'RE SUPP[]SEeeD TO LOOK AT YOURSEEᴇLf PROTON ▊R IT W0N'T BƎ  AS FuN

the reflection doesn't move, but a banging noise comes from the mirror, still.

WE SEE YOU.

bang.

bang.

bang.

▊LO̶͖͑0K̷̝̂ ̷͗͜▔Aቻ ̶̹̓M̷̡͓͈̎͐͠Ĕ̶̥̠!

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and then everything goes quiet.

your reflection returns yours.

for now.

[connor-mark-ii]

“Where she stops…”

Send me “Where she stops...” for a starter using the whump wheel || Accepting!

Something didn't feel right... He blinks as his LED turns red. His vision begins to glitch and change and turn red. Pieces of the room in front of him are gone and he can see into to the deserted zen garden. The distorted form of Amanda is standing there, a disapproving look on her face.

"̷I̴t̵'̴s̸ ̷a̸b̷o̶u̸t̴ ̴t̷i̸m̴e̸ ̷w̴e̶ ̵t̴a̴k̴e̶ ̷b̷a̷c̴k̴ ̶c̸o̵n̷t̴r̴o̴l̸.̶ ̵Y̷o̶u̵'̶v̴e̷ ̸h̶a̶d̴ ̶y̶o̴u̸r̴ ̸f̴u̷n̵ ̵a̷n̴d̷ ̷y̸o̸u̶r̵ ̴f̴r̶e̶e̴d̵o̸m̷,̵ ̸C̷o̵n̷n̸o̸r̵.̴ ̴N̵o̶w̷ ̴i̶t̶'̷s̸ ̶t̸i̵m̵e̷ ̴t̸o̵ ̷c̵o̸m̷e̶ ̴b̸a̷c̸k̶ ̵t̴o̶ ̸u̶s̷.̸"̴

Connor blinks again, eyes becoming dark.

"̸H̷-̸H̷a̵n̷k̶-̸"̴ the android said, his voice strained.

[oflostinfound]

that's a nice pendant you got there. would be a shame if someone stole it...

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ N̷͙̆̇͝Ǫ̶͚̃́̕!̷͍̺͌͜ ❞

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Ah-- ❞

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ I- Sorry I- Please, don't.... ❞

[deerteeth337]

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[pokeglitchden]

Well it has been ņ̶̧̝̝̫̹̖̫̭̥̖͔̗̈́̃i̷̍̏̇̾̿̋̒̀̔̐̕͠ce knowing you all hasn't i̷͉͙̍̏̇̾̿̋̒̀̔̐̏́́̕͠͝t?

Or perhaps it WILL be ņ̶̧̝̝̫̹̖̫̭̥̖͔̗̈́̃icḙ̴̥̹̪̭̈́ to meet̸̛̯͕̞̱͇̹̲̰̖̪͆͋̈́̌̓̈̿̊̉͘͜͝ you when I finally ḩ̵̢̬͎̲̱̪͍̙̺̦͚̫͍͓̐͂̿̈́̈̊ave. I̸̫̮̖͚̫̰̝̜̬̽͂͐̀ trust we will be attṛ̸̛̹̗͔̺̝͓̩̲͎̞̞̫̍͗̈́̅̾̉͐̽͊acting quite a of at̸̛̯͕̞̱͇̹̲̰̖̪͆͋̈́̌̓̈̿̊̉͘͜͝tention quickly, after we have achieved our goal in wresting control of the skẏ̴̧̺̯̯̗̻̜̖̠̼̮͔̆̆̚͜!

But don't fret!

Team H̴e̵a̷r̵t̴l̸e̶s̸s̴ is not without its Ļ̵̛͉̣̩̫͈̝̹̣̳͍͔͖̖̫͈͈̃̈́̑̈̿͗̍̄̿͆̿̆͝ö̸̻̖̺g̸̪̒͆̎̀̒̀̈̉̚͘ic. Anyone who offers their loyalty to our Admin will be spared the endless night! Doesn't that sound grand? Your f̸̢̡̧̘̫̠͖̹͎̗͚̝̪̺͈̈́̾̈́͑̏̑̏͋̓͐͆͐́͘͘͜͜ó̸̡̡̧͍͙̳͉̻̺͉͇͍̗̹͓̣̑̎̾̇̓̐͝ͅụ̵̤̖̳̼̥̣̇͜ͅr̸̢̩̓̓͒̇̄͆̒̉̊͌̉̉̚̕͝ in the afternoon can last as long as you like it!

And it's all just on the horizon!

[selfmenticide]

@intoshards \ cont’d [ x ]

mockery was the highest form of flattery ; so , whilst every bone in anti’s parasitic form called for it to bark back the same words that were spoken to it in a far more demeaning tone , it holds it’s tongue if only for the moment . the last time the creature remembers crossing paths with an entity such as the one before him , it didn’t necessarily go according to plan for any party involved . he wasn’t sure if the husk that stood before him was the same entity as last , but the way it loosens and relaxes , grins as if it’s already won the nonexistent fight at hand , made the creature realize it doesn’t matter . they were all the SAME in the end .

if anything , time has changed one thing . ANTI . from petty playground insults and boundless laughter to rage , something cold and borderline methodical . the snake had ceased being charmed , now baring venomous fangs and an ear piercing hiss when met with possible danger . having free will stripped from yourself over and over and OVER again really changed your perspective on taking advantage of the little freedom you DID have ; and , the entity was learning this rapidly . so , when met with a choice on being able to enter this VOID , this nothingness it also called it’s HOME , or stay trapped in the confines of sean’s measly home , hidden in the rafters and cavities of the wall , anti felt he picked the better choice .

that thing stands before dark full of hubris , uncaring of if the world he was in wasn’t the one he started out in , because even THIS world was ultimately still HIS . perhaps another iteration of himself , but still HIM . the creature giggles , the sound echoing through the expansive nothing only to bounce of off nothing , before it speaks with heavy distortion in it’s voice . “ p̸i̶tif̸u̸l̶ ? “ his head cranes to the side , filling black as that sharp smile splits his face in two . “ h̷a̵v̶e̵ ̵y̶’̴ ̴b̴e̷c̶o̶m̵e̸ ̸s̷o̶m̸e̷ ̴s̴o̴r̴t̵ ̷o̶f̷ ̶c̵o̵m̷e̵d̶i̸a̴n̴ ̸(̵ ̶A̷ ̷J̷E̴S̸T̶E̴R̶ ̷)̴ ̵,̴ ̶o̴r̵ ̸i̸s̸ ̴t̸h̵a̶t̸ ̵y̶o̷u̸r̸ ̸M̴E̸A̷G̶E̵R̵ ̵a̸t̷t̴e̷m̶p̵t̷ ̵a̷t̶ ̶a̸n̴ ̷i̸n̶s̴u̸l̵t̸ ? “ the entity’s almost serpentine tail snaps back and forth , displaying the restlessness his form withheld in this moment .

“ j̸u̴s̷t̷ ̸t̷h̴i̵n̴k̶ ̴i̴t̷’̷s̶ ̵p̴r̷e̶t̷t̴y̶ . . . “ it’s form glitches , stuttering between a flat expression and an uncontrollable laugh , speech delayed from it’s own mouth as it continues . “ s̶t̵u̸p̴i̷d̵ ̴(̶ ̷T̵H̶O̴U̸G̸H̸T̷L̶E̵S̴S̵ ̵)̷ ̵t̴o̵ ̷s̸e̶e̴k̶ ̶m̸e̴ ̵o̴u̵t̶ ̷A̴L̵O̶N̷E̵ . “ his head tilts to an inhumanly uncomfortable position , gangly limbs seemingly dangly from their joints as another laugh shook anti’s frame .

[resonatingradiance]

⚙️

[Just like Gold you can’t tell what time frame this is taking place in. Everything is so bright, you don’t know what to do. It was your fault to look at the literal brightest thing in the sky. But that’s not your fault! The sun didn’t used to █̷█̶ ̷█̵█̵█̴█̸█̶! Ț̵̡̛͕͉̪͚͐̋̅̓̇͌̊̇̔́̕ḩ̵̤͉̥͇̽̀ą̵̡̝͔̊̽̈́̕ṱ̴͓̫̮͖͎̟͎̩̠̖̬̪̋̈́̚’̴̢̧̛̟̼̰̯̼̼̯̪̣̤̮̝̯̙̓͊̈́̈̒̌͑͘͘s̸̪̟̝̱̯̼͎͈̝͉͕̆̿̆̈́̓̃̅͗͊̍̊̕ ̷̮͖͓̮̲̩̙͕͂͑̀͐̉̚͜͝ṉ̵̛̖̤͚̬̒̈́̅͛͌͌̒̈̋̄͋̐̌́̚͝ơ̶̖̖͍̞̺̋́̀̾͂̈͆̍̅͛̓̉̉͝ͅţ̸̢̰̺̤̩̪̳̻̣͈̳̖̳̝̗̊̈́̆̾̓̒̕ ̵̢͔̳̣̗̩̖͇̋͆̊̏̓͜͜f̶͙̩͕͉̫̭̠̩̓̄͗͌̎̏͛̂͊͊a̵͉̦͈̅͆̂̍͘ǐ̷̢͍̫͔̲͉͙̤͉̬͋̿͗̊̑̅ŗ̷̧̛̪̭̝̟̤̠͇̋͊̾͜!̷̡̡̹̯͙̘͎͍͈͈͚͍̲͙̼̕ A cynical part of Gold, as much as he hates to admit knows that’s not. But he- he… He stops. Gold stands there for a very, very, long time.He tries to remember what he was doing beforehand. What was he…? Gold looks down at himself, at his hands. Blinking. Perplexed. He then just continues on his way, thinking he’ll figure it out.]