hive or guardian, hunters are hunters
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thinking about how kim dokja thinks he's alone in the world and there is no one in the world who understands him or can possibly understand him.
but. there yoo sangah is. yoo sangah who discusses literature with him. yoo sangah who understands kim dokja bc she is very perceptive about people and very empathetic and also bc they have the kind of friendship where words aren't needed. yoo sangah who read every book in the library about kim dokja bc she was genuinely interested in her friend's life and bc she wanted to understand him. yoo sangah who figured out it was 49 and not real kdj and figured out what he did but didn't say a word bc she understood and respected his decision even though she wanted her friend back more than anything.
yoo sangah who witnessed his mundanity and monstrosity both, and loved him either way. loves him despite every irredeemable quality he thinks he has. yoo sangah who wants to be his best friend in every lifetime and live together right next to each other. yoo sangah, his best friend who understands him without words.
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doodle from september that i colored, you guessed it, during dnd. my sanji-is-just-a-bit-taller-than-zoro propaganda also. zoro my beautiful prizewinning tomato plucked fresh from garden
non-loser version bc i think he looks cuties on his own.
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uh. yeah .., you really get the Count of Monte Cristo's feelings about claiming her shadow for himself........
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Am i the asshole f'r getting mine own neighbour burn'd at the stake?
i wenteth to the farm'rs marketeth lasteth weekend, and hath bought mine own goat - daisy. I intend'd to selleth the cheese yond the lady maketh. Mine own neighbour claim'd yond t wast in fact h'r goat yond wond'r'd off of h'r landeth, and the lady wouldst liketh t backeth.
i didst not wisheth to shareth the cheese, and toldeth h'r to leaveth me beest.
i didst some bethinking, and realis'd the lady may has't been a beldams! how didst the lady knoweth yond daisy hath appeared at mine own doth'r lasteth weekend? daisy wast a gift from god, i sayeth!
i rep'rt'd h'r to the church and yest'rday the lady wast burn'd at the stake.
though i feeleth guilty. P'rhaps i wrongly accus'd h'r? h'r 16 children art v'ry upseteth (though, those gents shouldst beest greatly joyous as those gents receiveth half a bean m're f'r dinn'r) and i am not making much wage on the cheese.
so. Am i the asshole?
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