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Chat I failed I got attached ;-; part of the not naming the characters was to avoid getting starched not just because names are hard and I have failed

You've always been considered a mid-tier villain at best and not much of a threat. What they don't know is that you've never really put effort into it. Until now.

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I have decided to try this one be warned my writing may be crap and may have misspellings. Also using strictly nameless characters because I don’t want to think of names

(TW; death, violence, blood)

She had always been a part of a duo, her and her best friend, they helped each other, been friends since Toney were 16, when they were 20 they became the villain duo known as “Duae inscriptio”, merely C ranked villains, they weren’t even B rank, far from A or S ranked.

To her friend it had been about the thrill, the villainy thing, for her it had been about sticking with her best friend, her friend never had a particularly strong power yet it had been something useful;

The ability to write down an adjective on a piece of paper and put it on an inanimate object before speaking it to apply it to an inanimate object, for example “unlocked” to a door or “sharp” to a scoop of ice cream to make it have a rather intense flavor, although only the adjective appliances of the word could apply, this power was easily put ranked by others powers in this universe.

She herself had a stronger power, yet she never let it show, to the world and even to her best friend the only part of her power that ever existed was the ability to pull strange glowing books with stories written on them out of thin air. If one had looked closer they would’ve known, if one had hero looked closer they would’ve never done what they had. But all they saw was a weak power and someone chucking books at their heads.

But merely three hours ago, she and her best friend had been robbing a jewelry store, hadn’t hurt anyone, had just been fooling around and talking, taking cool pieces of jewelry, then some A ranked heroes showed up, no biggie it was against hero code to kill without there being no other option after all and there was plenty of other options given neither her or her friend were particularly strong villains, even if in truth she could’ve been.

At least that was what she had thought. That was what she had believed. Until one of the heroes, one whose power was to send compressed bullets of air at ones target used their ability, and they didn’t aim for somewhere harmless.

And all she could do was watch, she tried to call out, she tried to warn her friend- but she wasn’t fast enough. She was never going to be fast enough, she watched as it hit its mark, watched as blood splattered the ground and her friends body dropped to the ground, watched as her friend died to while she was just a few inches too far away to push her out of the way.

And as her friend was lost, before the heroes could turn and do anything about the one who had done it, before the news reporter could even finish announcing her friends death, before the cashier could even blink, gone was the C ranked villain she acted as, gone was the jokes and the chucking books at people’s heads for fun, gone was the limits she placed on herself.

For as her eyes began to glow and markings on her hands and underneath her eyes made themselves known, she used parts of her abilities she hadn’t used since she was six. Since she had first gotten her powers.

As her eyes locked on the one who took her friend from her, even as the thought her friend was gone echoed through her ears, information flooded her mind, weak points, traumas, happy memories, motivations, strengths. Every. Single. Detail. About that Damn. Hero all revealed to her, all within her grasp. And as her hand raised the usual glowing book did not appear, rather a glowing energy with no form, one that swirled around her hand for a moment, before it moved, for her power was never to throw books at people.

It was to know. It was to tell stories. It was to create. And she did, as she took the energy gifted to her from stories learnt and told over the years to meld that energy that had came into her hands into a creature. One perfect to get rid of her target and many others, and in like when she was six and she used that power to create something small and quiet to be her companion through trying times, the very creature that still waited at home for her, the only thing she imbued into this creature was HURT was RAGE was LONGING

For she had not created a fluffy companion like her young self had so desired. She had created a monster, something she had sworn she would never do, never be, but she was a monster. And her new creation was too.

You've always been considered a mid-tier villain at best and not much of a threat. What they don't know is that you've never really put effort into it. Until now.

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people who are just finding out about internet tracking and data mining in the year 2025 and that your special robot friend does not respect your privacy lol

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please wait while he travels across your dash, he's on a very important mission

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I envy writers.

As an artist I can give you a snapshot into a world.

But a writer.

A writer can take you there.

They can weave together words and create a portal to anywhere. You can visit those places instead of looking out a window and wishing to be a part of it.

I envy writers.

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Moss.jpg

i was going to get some moss for kris, but i ended up lossing it all (stock photo of moss taken from the internet)

if you don't know: search up 'loss.jpg'

Rule number one when doing a moss loss joke: don't draw any attention to it. Make people think they're seeing things. Make them question their sanity!

Wish you best of luck on your loss journey!

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Trying to think of something to add on but I can’t, greetings this showed up randomly on my blog

pspspspsps poetry mutuals come here... new quiz... making you the patron saint of something...

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Art Critic: the skull in the corner is artfully placed on the periphery of vision to symbolise the omnipresence of death, important thematically to the artist’s conception of life and mortality.

Actual Artist: aw shit, I got all this negative space, guess I’ll stick a skull there that looks pretty rad.

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I agree with he these reviews

Made the worst brownies ever created just now

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I don’t remember typing this. How sleep deprived was I when I posted this a while back???😭🙃

Am I human? Are you human? Am I real? Is the world real? Are we all just oddly shaped insects? Is death even real? Is this all a dark void? Is this my imagination? IS THIS ALL A DREAM!? IS EVERYTHING FAKE!?

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Boars love sweets

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XOxo/D-/A-/Mc-/SS?/L-

Or; one orange one black gene/at least one non dilute gene/at least one agouti gene/at least one mackerel pattern gene/High white? May be low white./at least one short hair gene

X-/D-/Mc-/Sw/L-

Or; orange/at least one non dilute gene/at least one mackerel pattern gene/low white/at least one short hair gene

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XOxo/dd/A-/Mc-/Sw/L-

Or; one ginger one black gene/dilute/at least one agouti gene/at least one mackerel pattern gene/low white/at least one short hair gene

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B-/dd/aa/Sw/L-

Or; at least one black gene/dilute/non agouti/low white/at least one short hair gene

X-/D-/Mc-/Sw/L-

Or; ginger/at least one non dilute gene/at least one mackerel pattern gene/low white/at least one short hair gene

Currently in a tornado warning, using this as a distraction so things may be a bit less in depth then usual

Can we please see your synchronized cats

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Easter falling on 4/20 again this year means all those old 420 praise it vines from 2014 are once again relevant