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it scrapes horribly, steel on steel, the tip of the blade drags slow across the front of your plackart. not hard, no force behind it, but certainly not dainty either. measured. searching.

it stops at a natural dip in the armor, just below your breastbone. curved means thinner, means weaker. a wicked screech as it twists, left right left right, settling in.

feels like cheating, a little. you don't bother saying anything.

hand on the back of your neck jolts, tightens. counter pressure. can't have you running away, now. you've got a job. you volunteered.

test the mettle of your metal. silly line, really. sounded faerie almost, or like a cryptic rhyme some fool might say. wasn't a fool though.

neither were you, but your pride might have made you one just now, insisting your work could stand up to any test offered, try anything you like good sir, i'd bet my own life, it'll hold.

so it groans. the plate, the dagger, the both of you. slow pressure, harder, deeper, into that same spot. the plate compresses against your skin and ribs, hunkering against you as it fights back the blade.

pity. the dagger's fine make. and it'll be ruined to dullness after this, surely, ground down and nicked apart. it wasn't meant to be used like this.

driving, still, it's hard to breathe under all that compression. better than the alternative, though.

pointer finger extends along the flat of the blade to brace it. wrist shaking with effort. grip on your neck tensing.

push, push, bend, push, crumple, mangle, shriek, breech?

no, not yet.

breath seething in your face, sweat beading on temples, harder still. you might find yourself squashed to death before you're pierced.

shove, hard, grunting with the sudden effort of it, tugging you by the back of your neck into the thrust.

oh, now that's playing dirty.

a sickening kind of tearing sound, as it bursts through, just barely, cold and sharp nicking at your skin through your shirt.

you go to shove, toss, wrestle, anything, but the pressure fades. you can breath again. you spit a curse into the air between your mouths. battered away with a scoff.

a jerk as the blade wrenches loose. the hand slides from your neck. a single drop of red slides down your chest, inside. its twin glitters on the dagger's tip.

point proven, you suppose.

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adhoc let me kiss the bat. please. pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

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what "no sugar added" should mean: the natural sugars of the other ingredients like fruit are the only source of sweetness in this product

what is actually means: we added a fuckton of artificial sweeteners

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I bet driving through s police barricade feels good as fuck

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stop rping with ghatgpt. you should be rping with a bisexual internet woman u have a relationship that constantly straddles the line between platonic and sexual with. tyou're ruining the ecosystem

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im getting a vision of them

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no matter how hard life gets there will always be a chance of discovering an obscure post punk band from the 70s-80s with one demo tape

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"they're both equally as bad"

how is that turning out for you. for us all

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anytime I'm worried about becoming a boring medium ugly man with testosterone I just think of all the boring medium ugly men my awesome beautiful online mutuals want to fuck and I feel better. and a little scared cause I know the other stuff they want to do to those guys

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i am hoping dispatch runs a 'sky high' moment so we can have Generic Love Interest #4826555 revealed to be a cool badass antagonist in the late game

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Karl Urban as Billy Butcher The Boys (2019–)

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when me and my boyfriend make meals we have a tradition of sending each other unappetising off-centre photographs of them in poor lighting. we call this "wikipedia food".

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Being really into Frankenstein while at the same time being Chinese is so funny because every time Lord Byron gets brought up, the way his name is pronounced always makes me think of the word 白人 (bái rén), which translates into “white guy”. Lord White Guy.

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tumblr user fujophilic making me think about ben affleck and jon hamm making out

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i saw your tags on my art and 1. thank you thats very kind <:3 2. you are real as fuck for those tags. ive been bouncing him around in my head for days and the closest ive gotten to being able to successfully convey my feelings about him is "i want to pack him into a snowball and throw him at a moving car's windshield"

oh it's really truly no problem re: the tags, i stared at your work for way too long. the little flick of the ear? the Shape of him????!? you did such a good job, it's truly so good i love it.

HHFH wait you're so right, it's hard to verbalize exactly how he makes me feel but the snowball encapsulates it perfectly. i'll go and scoop up the pieces of him and push him back into shape for you and we can go throw him at more stuff.