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[fruitiermetrostation]

HTC TyTN (2006)

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

Tag Dump 15 (Genshin Impact)

[artificialgirl]

This is the first part of a long-form piece about a robot and a giant computer. I expect it to take 3-5 parts to finish in a state I'm happy with. It will contain adult topics, overt sexuality, blatant robotfuckery, toxic lesbians, unbalanced power dynamics, wireplay, and lots of other things that may be triggering or make you uncomfy. Be aware before reading that while I'm emphasizing worldbuilding, at the end of the day this is gay robot smut.

Salvage - 01

Time inside - 00D/00H/00M

Levels deep - 01

Your feet hit the floor with an echoing clang as you drop the few yards down into the access hatch. You stare into the blackness for a moment as your cameras adjust to the lack of light, small LED points in the hallway glowing brighter by comparison as the rest of your vision lights up. You glance back up the hatch at the giant roll of auxiliary cable you've set up to leech from the structure's solar paneling, plugging the end of the wire into your upper back and giving it a firm pull to make sure it will unspool properly. It does. You invested in the best on the market, and even if it takes you weeks to get to what you need you shouldn't have to worry about power.

The site is a centuries-old computation soul, built during the ninth conflict as a safeguard against any unforseen threats. It was machines like this which ultimately won the war and led the corporation to global dominance, but they haven't exactly been rewarded for it. Dozens of the city-sized structures now sit abandoned and restricted, looming forgotten over the scrap fields they once protected.

Unlike the rest of society, you haven't forgotten them. Though they're from long before your time, you're connected to them in a way few other bots are- You're a late activation, brought into existence a few decades ago, one of just a few old wartime reserve models powered on for the first time to meet the demand of a labor shortage. Aside from less than a hundred other late activations, either maintenence drones or combat units like yourself, these old computational souls are the only real family you have left. It's why you're here at all, both because your body is permitted to be here without setting off the alarms, and because your obsolete frame is failing without the parts that exist nowhere else.

A few years ago, your battery life allowed you to function unplugged for weeks at a time. The last time you tried to operate without an external power source, you didn't even make it a few hours. A battery canister from the computer soul should fix that, though. The worn manual you were given on activation has taught you that it's an easy fix, and a single non-faulty canister should keep you going for the entirety of the conceivable future, it's just a matter of getting one. You tug at the cable, and it slithers along the ground behind you as you march forward into the dark.

For a place this old, the upper decks are shockingly well-maintained. You're sure they're not sterile, but they're about as close as a place like this could get. Whichever soul this facility maintains, they're exceptionally diligent about flushing pests and unwanted growth from their halls. Your heels click against the reflective metal flooring as you make your way through the seemingly endless halls of clean white and grey, passing rooms where maintenence drones once stayed and the occasional whoosh of a colossal ventilation column.

A thin survey arm drops from the ceiling, structure panels silently parting and closing in a wave around it to make way for it as it zips down the hallway to take stock of you, twin lenses fixed intently on your body as you give it a nervous wave. You shouldn't be perceived as a threat, but it's still not comforting to imagine how that might change for a hyperintelligent being left alone for hundreds of years. If YOU were in its position, seeing a light-framed combat unit aimlessly making her way through your hallways, you probably wouldn't be too thrilled.

The arm takes a last look at you and retracts back up into the ceiling, just as you stop at the central stairwell. Even though it's gone, it's safe to assume you're always being watched from this point forward. You try to ignore that feeling as you lean into the stairwell, making sure its structure hasn't degraded. It should be able to take you all the way down to the soul's core systems, where you'd find the thousands of fresh battery canisters storing the energy it pulls from the sun. You grip your cable with both hands to steady yourself, and begin your descent.

[totally-not-artie4]

Tw: Religion and $|-|

READ THE TAGS BEFORE READING, PLEASE I DONT WANNA TRIGGER ANYONE

Soooo I had a liiittle tiny r€|4p$3 but it's okay !!! It's ok because it was for good cause !!

I had a baaaad b|nge day today, so I've decided to 'purify' myself by letting out a bit of b|00d.

I made ONLY 1 cvt and it reached pretty deep $tyr0 since it was right above my thigh on my hip (anywhere else would be fully visible if my mum decided to check) and that cvt will mark my sobriety from both $|-| and f00d :))

So whenever I feel like straying from my plan or even b1ng3ing, I can peek under my waistband and look at the $car.

Once my h1pb0nes are fully visible, I'll be able to make it move without even touching it.

-DISCLAIMER-

This is NOT a good idea and please don't do it, I have high levels of anxiety and a history of psychosis which plays into my views of religion, I use it to make myself feel better, but often it's very self-destructive. PLEASE don't do shit like this because I don't want anyone to trigger any sort of episode. My 'purification' by b|00dl3tt1ng is purely symbolic and doesn't hold any physical weight.

P.S: I'm not psychotic rn, I hope that was clear by my ability to put in a disclaimer. I'm fine, everything's fine, I'm not in any danger (/srs)

[your-lost-nixie]

TW//FLASHING IMAGERY, GENLOSS SPOILERS, B/00D!

GENLOSS EDIT START WATCHING NOW! thank you! 😁

I tried to put actual symbolism (shocking for me) and creativity into this generation loss edit, so I’d really appreciate if you took a watch! You won’t regret it!

(for legal reasons, that last part was more Making Myself Look Cool, I did not, nor do I, ever claim that you will receive enjoyment from this or any of my edits. 😌 merry genlosing!)

[thescorpionmonarch]

Astro forecast

Lunar eclipse in Taurus Oct 28th. Many other aspects going on. Scorpio and Taurus Stellium in effect.

Your resources vs other people's resources or with other people's resources is a theme. Watch for feeling greed or competition over resources. Vibe reminds me of "gluttony".

How much you eat and what you eat needs to be studied. Many of you are going through body changes. Either in weight, body type, taste bud shift, or just what your body can't deal with anymore. Some of you are frustrated because of the time it takes to commit to a better way of consuming food for your goals/needs.

Addictions in general are being brought up. Drugs, sex, food, exercise, self harm, chaotic bonds, isolation, spiritual/religious/addiction. Addictions can also be what you tend to abuse.

Cleanse. Wash up more. Do smoke cleanses more. Use a body spray for cleansing. Pray for cleansing. Go to therapy. Detox from substances. Do less with certain people. Drink more water. If you aren't going to use or repurpose an Item, donate it to someone, or ask someone who's in need, or donate it to charities. Throwing it out being the last option, but some items you don't have an option. Watch for hoarding. Dance the energy or items away over a bonfire (for what you can burn safely).

Speaking of item cleanse, some of you have this thing for going down memory lane of finding items. Moon in taurus is one of those "this item has sentimental value" placements. If you are feeling this vibe, I am talking to you.

If you are older, cleansing can be inheritance to your kids, nieces, or nephews. Scorpio energy is the placement for inheritance.

Feeling rebellious against the system over government resources and wealth imbalance, speak up.

--------Some of you might rebel in ways that errr...... I can't say here, but "undercover". Which I get.

Some are soul searching career wise. Just jumping from job to job.

Identity theft? As well as questioning one's identity. Death and rebirth of a present identity.

More likely to injure yourself during physical labor during this time. Also more likely to see b!00d as apart of that. Mars in scorpio increases being more abravise getting things done, which also increases harsher injuries. Not necessarily clutziness. Just need to slow down and acknowledge your physical abilities as is.

Extra sleep is needed when transforming internal and external situations.

Your ancestors may be more temperamental than you are about the same situations.

Imagine getting fired and hired on the same day (or the other way around).

"I need to be an adultier adult"

Some of you don't know what you want living situation wise.

"Free shit ". Because everybody is getting rid of their stuff and hate waste.

Scorpio season is grieving season.

Enhance psychic/intuitive senses. Increased accuracy. Veil is thin.

Psychometry.

Lots of remote viewing abilities popping up.

Trust issues around spiritual and religious beliefs.

It's not your job to parent anyone else (unless they are your child, even then, adult kids have to be responsible for them).

Kundalini energy. Sex magick. Use it.

This is where I will stop because I heard a lot of messages that I found conflicting. It might be my beliefs, but it could the wrong types of entities trying to pass a message and I am just filtering a lot of it.

[endorphinmybeloved]

I want to experiment with my body Like, i want to see the limits of it

How much b:00d i can lose

How much pain i can endure

How much water do i need

Where are my art3ries

I am very normal and can be trusted with medical articles from the 60s dw about it

[decibelcoatl]

Monsters of Cassette Beasts and Gender Ratios - A Personal Headcanon (DLC Edition)

Hey, so, remember when I did a full list of gender ratios for every monster in Cassette Beasts, save for the ones from the Pier of the Unknown DLC?

Well, rather than update that list, I decided to make a continuation with just the DLC monsters. You can find the first post here.

Spoilers aside for those who haven't gotten the DLC yet, please note that these are all my own personal opinions, so take it with a grain of salt if you will. Furthermore, because the monsters introduced in the DLC are not numbered in the Bestiary like those from the base game, I decided to letter them instead (e.g. #00A-#00Z, #0AA-#0ZZ, etc.)

Full DLC list under the cut below.

#00A-#00C (Littlered, Scarleteeth, Rosehood): Littlered and Scarleteeth are 25% male and 75% female, while Rosehood is female-only

#00D-#00F (Charlequin, Blunderbusk, Fragliacci): 50% male, 50% female

#00G (Hauntome): Gender unknown

#00H-#00I (Amphare, Lapacitor): 50% male, 50% female

#00J-#00K (Minortom, Majortom): 75% male, 25% female

#00L (Umbrahella): Gender unknown

[hashtagsilly]

☾ GORETOBER DAY ONE ⁉️

xxx/xxx/xxx

TW! GORE

(b/00d, zt1tches)

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~ 🎃🍂🍻 ~

ITS CIDER SEASON!

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

Tag Dump 14 (Naruto)

[artificialgirl]

This is the second part of a long-form piece about a robot and a giant computer. It contains adult topics, overt sexuality, blatant robotfuckery, toxic lesbians, unbalanced power dynamics, wireplay, and lots of other things that may be triggering or make you uncomfy. Before reading this, the first chapter is on my blog under the #salvage tag.

Salvage - 02

Time inside - 00D/01H/47M

Levels deep - 35

After descending unimpeded from the start, you hit your first major obstacle. While the stairs down to this level have all been mostly intact, with the only issues so far being a few retracted steps, what you're standing in front of isn't something you can just hop over and continue past. For at least ten levels, every segment of stairwell just isn't there. You can see the seams where they've folded away to be flush with the wall paneling, but for almost as far as you can see, the stairwell is nothing but an unsafe drop to the circling landings below.

The reflective lenses of survey arms peer up at you intently from the walls of the shaft, awaiting your next move. The computation soul whose body you're deep inside must have figured out what you're here for, and based on the path disappearing before you, it doesn't seem too keen on letting you take any of its vital parts. Regardless of what it wants, you still need what you came for. Its intentions shouldn't be that much of a roadblock, anyway. Each main level has a control room to manually fix issues like this and bypass low-level decisions the soul makes. You give a last look down the stairless stairwell before turning away, pulling your cable behind you as you start down the hall.

Compared to the top level, this one feels different. Instead of the uniform hallways lined with evenly-spaced offices and charging bays, as soon as you step out from the stairwell you find yourself in a network of thin, winding corridors, where paths branch off into nowhere. Ceiling levels rise and fall seemingly at random, and though there are occasional hatches and doors, many of them are completely inaccessible thanks to the bizarre layout of the space. You find yourself crawling past thick drooping cables for a stretch as the level of the ceiling panels drops to half a meter, their control stilts almost fully extended to the floor.

This... CANNOT be how this space is meant to be. You can't imagine any logical reason the soul would rearrange the space to look like this. Maybe some kind of optimization that's not apparent to your inferior mind? Maybe hallways are pushed together like this to make more room for vitals? Or maybe, after hundreds of years of solitude, it just got bored. You sidle through a hallway barely wider than the thickness of your torso, popping out into a more open space.

This part of the level makes a bit more sense to you. A row of doors stretches down the dark hallway, and though panels on every side of you jut out seemingly at random, the space is at least traversable. After clambering over the uneven floor for a few minutes, you find the door marked control in bold lettering. You pull it open, and- It doesn't budge. The ceiling panel above is popped out a few inches below the top of the doorway, preventing it from moving even an inch.

You try forcing it in the other direction, but the lock is designed to prevent forced entry. You slam your fist into the window, and all you get is a dent in your knuckles. This CAN'T be where you get stuck, on a simple door. There has to be another way through. As you step backwards and lean against the opposite wall, something catches your eye. A few feet to the right of the door, an oversized ventilation panel sits embedded in the wall. Its fan isn't running, and you can see the room through its metal grating. You may not be able to get through the reinforced door, but metal like that should be easy to rip through and you could probably fit through the vent.

You wedge the thin points of your clawed fingers into the edge of the grate, slowly forcing them downward until you have a good grip on the edge. It comes off without much force, and you toss it down the hallway as you push through the one on the other side of the unmoving fan blades. There's more than enough space between them for you to slip through, and they rattle and vibrate from the friction as your cable is dragged into the room behind you.

The control room is almost completely barren aside from the terminal. A few empty shelves line the wall opposite the door, but other than that it's just the terminal's glow cutting through the darkness. Two survey arms are unfolded in front of it, crossing their wire-shaped forms like an X as you approach. You know it doesn't want you here, but you can't stop now. The arms click their manipulators together anxiously as you gently brush them aside, leaning in towards the terminal and entering your command. "Please, fix the central stairwell".

The written response comes back in a nanosecond, the first direct communication you've gotten from the soul since you arrived. "I'd advise against that, little thief. I don't know what it is you've come to take, but nothing below this level is a sacrifice I can justify." Your fingers tap against the keys, and before you can even submit your next message, the soul sends another. "Submitting that command would be unwise. I suggest you reconsider." You don't reconsider. You firmly press enter, and your message pops up onto the screen. "Override. Reset structure configuration for levels 35-45"

The floor lurches beneath you as the room shifts back to its original position within the structure. You're pulled backwards and to the floor as your cable is pulled sharply by the changing shape of the resetting halls, and as you climb back up you realize just how big of a mistake you've made. A metallic shriek cuts through the room as the fan whirs back to life, showering the room in white sparks as it wraps itself in your cable before ripping through the entire bundle. You're brought back to the floor by the sharp cutoff from your power supply, and as soon as you've pushed past the feeling you scramble over to the vent.

It's quickly accelerating back to top speed, flinging the remaining bits of cable back in your face as you stare at it in horror. This can't be happening. You clutch the severed end in both fists as you stare dazedly at the spinning blades, almost too overcome by panic to think. Even if you could get through the fan to get out of the room, your battery life would almost certainly not last you the trip back to the exit.

The only hope you have to avoid shutting down for good in here is to repair the cable, the other end of which is currently spewing sparks on the other side of a giant fan. Maybe you can stop the fan? It was able to rip through a cable the width of your forearm like paper, but maybe metal would fare better against the rushing blades. At this point, it's not like you have a better option. You brace yourself for the impact, and jam your arm into the blades.

Your shoulder screams as your entire body is pulled by the fan's strength. You're flipped nearly 360 degrees in an instant before your head slams into the ground and your arm wrenches free from its socket, clattering across the smooth white flooring as you roll over dazedly onto your side. You clutch at the exposed wiring, flinching as you make contact with your sensitive internals. It's hard to imagine this going any worse.

You drag yourself over to the wall and force your body to sit upright, collecting your thoughts and focusing on your battery. It's worse than you thought. A lot worse. The cable wasn't even snapped 30 seconds ago, but you're already down to 91%. Your systems estimate four minutes until a forced shutdown, and at this point you don't see any other way things could go.

You let your cameras shift out of night mode, and the darkness of the room envelops you. Maybe this will buy you a few more seconds, not that it matters at this point. As you listen to the distant final panels slide into their reset positions, your eyes are drawn to the only light in the room, the terminal. The red glow of the soul's messages pop their way onto the screen, waiting until you've finished reading each one for the next to be sent.

"I wish you would've listened."

"A helpless little thing like you should've known to place your trust in me."

"Maybe then you wouldn't be in this position."

You roll over and turn your gaze into the blackness. You're not going to spend your last few moments of consciousness being mocked. You won't give the soul the satisfaction of gloating. As you stare away, the darkness starts to recede, the red glow of the monitor growing stronger and illuminating the control room in its soft glow. 55%. You feel a survey arm clamp onto your shoulder, and you whip back around to look at the screen.

"I need you to listen when I'm speaking to you, little thief."

"I know you're scared. I know you feel like there's no way out."

"But everything will be okay. Do you know why?"

Another arm grabs onto you, this time resting its simple claw on your thigh. Even if you could spare the energy to shake them off, you aren't sure what it would accomplish. 12%. The lenses on both arms are fixed on your screen, watching you closely.

"Because this is where you're meant to be."

The last thing you register before your mind shuts off is the feeling of floor panels opening beneath you, making way for your limp frame to be lowered deep into the abyss of the structure.

[shitty-eyepocalypse-domains]

Domain of the Slaughter(TW: b/00d, kn/ves): A dirty alleyway in an urban city. There’s a tall wall behind you and buildings on either side, so there's only one way out. You walk towards the street in front of you, dimly illuminated by various neon signs. Before you’re able to exit the alley, a tall figure blocks your path. Their face is covered in shadows. There’s a small flash in the corner of your vision. You look down and see that the figure is holding a knife, the blade gleaming menacingly in the dull glow of the city. Your hands tighten into anxious fists, and you feel something in your own hand. Looking down, you see that you’re holding a knife of your own. Before you get a moment to think, the person charges toward you with a loud shout, raising the knife to strike you down. Adrenaline kicks in and your body moves on autopilot for a moment as you jump back. The figure continues to advance and attempt to attack you. In a moment of panic, you swing your blade. The person cries out in pain. You catch a glimpse of your knife. It’s coated in red. Before you get a moment to really think, the figure lunges at you once again. The two of you continue to struggle for some time. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your blood is rushing in your ears. At last, you thrust your knife at the person as hard as you can. Their body seizes up, and they collapse to the ground. Your breath is ragged as you look down at yourself. You’re covered in cuts and already forming bruises. You sigh and move to step over the body before you, but the realization of what you’ve done hits you all at once as you do. You just killed someone. Your head starts spinning and you have to lean on the wall for support. Before the adrenaline even has time to leave your system, another dark figure blocks your path, this time even taller than the last. You steady yourself and move into a defensive position, preparing yourself for another fight. Then another. Then another. The people keep on coming, and the bodies of your fallen opponents keep piling up. Your muscles ache and your head is spinning, but more people continue to show up. Each time another one falls, you’re overcome with the sickening pride and overwhelming guilt of the new blood on your hands.

Okay your writing is as always top fucking notch but I can't help but imagine it's like a video game where NPCs are coming at you one after the other and you're grinding for EXP.

[memurfevur-archive]

Adrian, you may have answered this before, but if you ever got the chance to meet your ancestor would you?

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"ovo>> and tr3at5 my br0th3r /ik3 5hit."

[wwethennowforevertogether]

• Adam Cole (en solo: 03V | 07D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Aleister Black (en solo: 02V | 05D | 00N ) - (Team: 01V | 04D | 00N )

• Alexa Bliss (en solo: 02V | 04D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 01D | 00N )

• Aliyah  (en solo: 01V | 01D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 01N )

• Asuka (en solo: 01V | 04D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 01D | 00N )

• Austin Theory (en solo: 00V | 05D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 01D | 00N )

• Baron Corbin (en solo: 11V | 03D | 00N ) - (Team: 02V | 03D | 00N )

• Bayley (en solo: 03V | 04D | 00N ) - (Team: 02V | 05D | 00N )

• Big Cass (en solo: 00V | 00D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 01D | 00N )

• Bobby Lashley (en solo: 01V | 03D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Cash Wheeler  ( en solo: 02V | 02D | 00N ) - ( Team: 00V | 01D | 00N )

• Carmella  ( en solo: 00V | 00D | 00N ) - ( Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Cody Rhodes ( en solo: 03V | 00D | 00N ) - ( Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Damian Priest (en solo: 06V |03D|01N )-(Team: 03V|01D|00N )

• Darby Allin (en solo: 03V | 00D | 01N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Dean Ambrose (en solo: 06V | 03D|01N )-(Team: 05V|02D|00N )

• Dominik Mysterio (en solo: 00V | 00D|00N )-(Team: 02V|00D|00N )

• Enzo Amore (en solo:10V|01D|01N )-(Team:09V |01D|01N )

• Finn Balor (en solo: 05V | 05D | 00N ) - (Team: 05V | 03D | 01N )

• Iyo Sky (en solo: 00V | 01D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Jeff Hardy (en solo: 02V | 03D | 00N ) - (Team: 01V | 03D | 01N )

• Jimmy Usos  ( en solo: 00V | 01D | 00N ) - ( Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Jinder Mahal (en solo: 00V | 06D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 0OD | 00N )

• Johnny Gargano (en solo: 03V | 01D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 0OD | 00N )

• Karion Kross (en solo: 07V | 01D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 01D | 00N )

• Kelly Kelly (en solo: 04V | 02D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 01N )

• Lana (en solo: 03V | 00D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 0OD | 00N )

• Liv Morgan (en solo: 08V | 01D | 01N ) - (Team: 03V | 02D | 01N )

• Mandy (en solo: 01V | 03D | 00N ) - (Team: 01V | 02D | 00N ) 

• MJF (en solo: 03V | 01D | 00N ) - (Team: 01V | 00D | 00N )

• Naomi (en solo: 00V | 01D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Peyton Royce (en solo: 02V | 01D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Randy Orton (en solo: 03V | 05D | 01N ) - (Team: 01V | 01D | 01N )

• Ricochet (en solo: 00V | 04D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Rhea Ripley (en solo: 02V | 07D | 00N ) - (Team: 01V | 02D | 01N )

• Roman Reigns (en solo: 03V | 03D | 00N ) - (Team: 02V | 02D | 00N )

• Ruby Riott (en solo: 06V | 03D | 00N ) - (Team: 06V | 02D | 00N )

• Sasha Banks (en solo: 06V | 02D | 00N ) - (Team: 03V | 03D | 00N )

• Sarah Logan (en solo: 03V | 03D | 00N ) - (Team: 02V | 00D | 00N )

• Seth Rollins (en solo: 06V | 05D | 01N ) - (Team: 01V | 03D | 00N )

• Shawn Spear  ( en solo: 00V | 00D | 00N ) - ( Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Shinsuke Nakamura (en solo: 05V | 02D | 00N ) - (Team: 03V | 01D | 00N )

• Solo Sikoa (en solo: 00V | 00D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Sonya Deville (en solo: 00V | 00D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Tamina (en solo: 01V | 01D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

• Zack Rider (Matt Cardona) (en solo: 02V | 05D | 01N ) - (Team: 02V | 01D | 02N)

• Zelina Vega (en solo: 01V | 02D | 00N ) - (Team: 00V | 00D | 00N )

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• Règles: Ne sont pas comptés, les défaites en match à plusieurs, par exemple, une bataille royale ou un match de l'échelle. Sont uniquement comptés les défaites par tombés ou soumissions sur vos personnages!

Les victoires sont par contre comptés pour les matchs à plusieurs.

[your-local-number-simp]

Has glass shard ever cut someone with an intention? Or is it just accidents?

Imagine just hitting the griddy and then boom someone starts spewing b/00d everywhere

I'm so sorry it took forever to answer your question, I kept getting distracted and losing motivation

Glass shard: I would never ever hurt someone on purpose.

Glass shard: Except....

My haters: Heh heh, please don't hurt me.....