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They meditated until next loop
-> More Outer Wilds Art!
#outer wilds#outer wilds spoilers#time buddies#I posted this on the wrong blog so I had to delete and reupload#sorry!#anyways#this was gonna be just me practicing dancing poses#but THEN I thought about a sequence and kept adding poses#and as usual it got out of hand woops#I have been debating wether to keep the dialogue or to take it out#so maybe tomorrow I'll post the drawings with no speech bubbles#but ANYWAYS I love them a lot and I love when they're being silly
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Dannymay Day 3: Invisible
#danny phantom#dannymay#dannymay2024#invisible#my boyfriend keeps calling him ���Danny Pant-om’#accidentally posted this to the wrong blog at first woops
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Happy Halloween!!!
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oh babey when did i draw you?? in the midst of anxiety blankout probably
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💜💜💜
#mine#ts4#sims 4#the sims 4#simblr#sims#ofmd#ofmd sims#ed#wow nothing but respect for ppl who make these kind of edits#this is so much work#i mean it was soothing as hell but GOD#stede version in queue because go hard or go home i guess#this was a labor of love but if it flops you saw nothing 😂#also posted this on teh wrong blog for a second woops#oh ALSO!! super wcif friendly but no way in hell im linking all that individually#and im not AS good with CAS cc as i am with buybuild but ill do my best!
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Clown bffs!!
#animal art#furry#furry anthro#furry art#sfw furry#furry community#furry character#furry tumblr#safe fur work#fursona#i posted this to the wrong blog at first woops
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tagged by @translasso to do this picrew !
tagging @ilostyou @911onabc @danielsousa @anxieteandbiscuits @goldenbcnes @anirudhpisharody @alyxmastershipper @youreonyourownkid @diazass @lucydonato if yall havent done it and wanna (no pressure!!) <3
#my nose ring is silver but that wasn't an option 👊#otherwise i have this exact outfit#tag games#WOOPS just realized i posted this on the wrong blog oh well
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D&D Pet Class Commission: Leo the Bard
Leo’s favorite things are his crinkle balls, and rays of light, whether they come from his staff, or are reflected off anything and everything. Leo is part of a dynamic duo! His partner, Pumpkin should be posted soon :)
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It's so close to done. The eight-year project that nobody asked for and is totally self-indulgent is almost done. I know that most likely nobody will see it, but I don't care because I poured my SOUL into this thing and by golly I will see it through to the end. Soon.
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I'm reading Red Azalea, a nonfiction book that's written with fairly poetic prose nonetheless. The narrator for it is also one of the narrators for This is How You Lose the Time War. She's so good and yet it's a bit eerie listening to nonfiction when all the elements of the experience feel like fiction. Given how heavy the memoir is, it probably helps keep it from feeling too real sometimes but it's all the more off putting for that. Tis an interesting experience.
#posted to the wrong blog at first woops#tf reads#red azalea#anchee min#Emily Woo Zeller#reading#audiobooks#la de da
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Uhm so my understanding with that 'Burned out on Cato × Diplomat' post is that requests are open? May I request some post-nails Angron x Reader? Doesn't have to be smut, but I'd welcome it!
yes!! It isn't super long and no smut, but I liked this so much I might do more of it, I'm actually a big fan of 30k Angron :)
Eta: I keep forgetting tags woops: @undeaddream @scriberye @sleepyfan-blog
And thank you for divider as always @squishyowl
Angron x Gn!Reader
Word count: ~800
CW: It's Angron. There's blood.
Blood dripped down the walls, splattered across from the spray from the neck of the unfortunate serf that happened to have passed by The Red Angel at the wrong moment. He gnashed his teeth, grinding and cracking them before they healed themselves immediately anyways. The pain of the nails cracked through his skull again, but dulled slightly now that he'd turned a serf into paste in the halls of the Conqueror.
He whirled 180° at the sound of soft footsteps tapping against the metal plates, nostrils flaring and hand raising to use whoever dared approach the Lord of the Red Sands.
But upon seeing your soft, patient expression looking up at him with gentle eyes, he faltered. The only thing that seemed to even slightly interrupt the pain if his nails besides bloodshed and slaughter, was you. You and that gentle, unfaltering look you always gave him.
He lowered his arm, grinding his teeth again against the pain, and you gave him a small smile before approaching. You could read him well enough to know when it was safer to approach and when he needed space.
“Angron.” You say in that soothing tone. You never called him “my lord” or “primarch” or any of those ridiculous titles. He tried not to flinch, his muscles tensing in control as you stepped to his side. You pull out a cloth from your robes and pat at the blood splattering his arms with a featherlight touch, knowing too much contact would irritate his nails.
“You.” He gruffs. That's all he ever called you. Just, you. Never anything so pompous or fake as a pet name. And he honestly would forget your name in the middle of a wrack of pain or a blood fury. So it more often than not was simply, “You.”
“You are wandering alone again.” He growled, fists straining as he attempted to control his anger at your lack of self preservation. “You forget where you are.”
Like always, you didn't react in anyway but with gentle, unwavering patience. “I heard screaming. I wanted to check on you. Would you like to walk with me?” You say with that soft tone that seemed to balm his psyche.
He simply grunts, the nails lashing against the numbing of his mind with another shock of pain. But you made it easier. More bearable. He lets you take his hand in both of yours, and mindlessly follows you as you lead him away from the pile of gore he made of the serf.
He blinks away some pained brain fog. “You… know better than… to walk alone around the ship.” He forced through grit teeth.
You make a gentle hum. “I wasn't very far from you.” You return simply.
He groaned, annoyance tinging the pain in his mind. “If one of my sons got a hold of you…” he growled, teeth creaking in his head as he ground them.
You softly pat his hand. “I know, but they did not. Shall we loop around?” You say, tugging his hand gently toward a new corridor. “Or shall we bathe for the night and head to bed?”
He shuddered, pain mingling with the other feelings you always stir. “Bed. Now.” He grunts, hand tightening around your tiny ones.
You giggle, the sound only rousing his blood more. “Not while you're covered in blood. Bath time it is. I got some nice herbs for soaking when we were on that last planet…” you say, and your babbling about scented leaves turns into a soft background noise as he watches your face while you talk. Soft. Gentle. Patient. Voice hypnotizingly calming, or as much as is possible for him. His.
He growled a soft noise, gripping your tiny hand with as much gentleness as he could muster. With you, blood was not the only thing that could sate his pain and rage. At least for a moment. With you, there were other things that helped.
You looked up at him curiously, and his mind dredged back to the moment. “What?” He grunted.
You giggled and blushed. “I asked, so you think it might be fun to combine a bath and our other activites?”
He processed slowly, mind trudging through the ever constant pain, but then he let out a deep, needy growl from his chest. “Yes.” He snarled. He scooped you up into his arm, no longer patient enough to wait for your tiny legs. You squeak and giggle, far too comfortable in the arms of 11 feet of muscle and rage.
He looks down at you as he hurried toward the quarters he had made for you. You. His.
Yes, there were other things that could soothe his nails, for a moment. And he thinks he might be able to rut himself into a somewhat restful sleep tonight.
#Angron x reader#angron x gn!reader#My work#angron#wh40k fic#asks#No smut yet#But i might continue it into smut
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Mafia Au (Part Three)
Mr.R
Mafia!Stucky x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns used)
Warnings - Sad reader, crying, eating of goldfish, mentions of 'stalking', just the boys being fluffy
Notes - IDK if I like this one, it's gone through a few re-writes, but I'm putting off other writting and my ADHD took that as a cue to get back on this instead, so I hope you enjoy!
SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW
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“Boss!” A loud voice boomed, Steve and Bucky both waking up with a start, their necks strained. “Boss!” The voice called again, though this time closer. “Boss!”
“Wha’s going on?” Y/n mumbled, sitting up slightly.
“I don’t know yet, Little Dove.” Bucky turned to them, Steve standing up to address whoever woke them.
“Boss!”
“Peter! Do not repeat yourself.” Steve said sternly as he opened the bedroom’s door, a weary Peter on the other side. “Have you ever heard of a phone call?”
“I have.” He said timidly. “Which is why I called you twenty three times before barging in.” His words got more confident as he continued.
“Right.” Steve sighed, his phone in his room, Bucky’s too. “Okay. Okay, what’s going on then?” Steve asked, his hands whipping down his face, trying to get rid of his tired expression.
“It’s about, about, you know.” Peter tried to keep the conversation light in front of Y/n.
“No Pete, we don’t know.” Bucky chimed in, turning the corner, Y/n in hand.
“It’s about R U M L O W.” He spelled the name out.
“Oh! R U M L O W that’s how you spell our last name woop woop!” Y/n sang a little jingle and did a little shimmy, Bucky smiling at them, as Steve looked to Pete with anger in his eyes.
“Very good little dove.” Bucky cooed, swinging their hand a little.
“Why don’t we take this to an office?” Steve asked Peter, his arm gesturing for them to leave the room, Y/n frowning as she saw the two begin to leave.
“Wai’ Steve!” Y/n called out unexpectedly. “Don’ wan’ you t’leave me!” They broke free of Bucky’s grasp, rushing to Steve instead.
“We have to go talk business, My Dove.” He softly smiled, bending down slightly to give them a forehead kiss.
“Righ’.” They frowned and let go of him, walking back to bed without another word.
Bucky and Steve both watched confused, Y/n’s shoulders curled in slightly, yet no crying or protesting in sight. “We’ll meet you in my office, Pete.” Bucky cut in. “Close the door Steve.” He said as the boy walked away, the two men realized that something was definitely wrong. “Dove?” Bucky questioned, him and steve both standing in the archway, Y/n curled up in bed, a stuffie in hand.
“Is th’ business over?” They asked hopefully, perking up slightly.
“Not yet.”
“‘kay, I promise I’ll wait really good.” Y/n nodded their head, curling up even tighter.
“You don’t have to stay in bed, Dove.” Bucky shook his head, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him, something that seemed to happen too often.
“Yes I do.” They said, confusion lacing their words. “‘Babies stay in bed while the big boys talk’” They recited in a monotone voice.
“Buck, I can’t.” Steve whispered, unable to stay calm, Bucky nodding his head knowingly, taking control of the situation instead of it being a joint effort.
“I didn’t think you would want to sit in a business meeting, Dovey.” Bucky admitted. “We don’t have any toys in our offices yet.”
“I don’ wan’ toys, jus’ wan’ yous.” Y/n teared up. “‘m jus’ scared.” A sob broke through. “I don’ know the house, or anyone here, an’ I jus’ ‘m really scared, and I wan’ go home.”
Steve couldn’t help himself, he climbed into Y/n’s bed and scooped them up sitting them in his lap, their head in his neck as tears fell down their cheeks, little hiccups could be heard. “You can’t go home, Little Dove, It’s not safe.” Steve said, his words soft and comforting. “Why don’t you sit with us in our meeting? And then after breakfast we can go to that little toy store you used to pass.” He offered, knowing that maybe adding some more of their past life into their day to day could help the sudden transition.
“Really?” They pulled back, whipping their tears with their hands, hope splashed across their face.
“Pinky promise.” Steve smiled, the two sealing the deal. “But let’s find you a sweater, it’s cold upstairs.” He stood up, Y/n in his arms.
“‘Buck, I can’t’” Bucky teased under his breath as the two walked past him.
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The sight was yet again one that the Mafia bosses usually wouldn’t have been found in before today, Y/n sat on Steve’s lap, green sippy cup in hand, Bucky next to them holding a bag of goldfish, handing a few to Y/n here and there, and sneaking a few for himself. “Hi Peter!” Y/n whispered, waving to the familiar face.
“Hi.” He whispered back, already loving the addition to the group.
“Pete.” Steve’s voice was loud, everyone in the room listening intently the moment he spoke. “What’s going on?”
“Right, right.” Pete was fidgeting slightly, hating being the one to break the news. “Well, Mr.R was seen on the property’s cameras last night.”
“What?” Bucky sat up straight, Y/n looking to him, worry in their eyes at his sudden moves, though the conversation was going straight over their head.
“He was seen taking pictures of both the front, and back of the house.” Sam finally cut in, handing a few photos to Bucky, who showed them to Steve, the man’s hand covering Y/n’s eyes as he looked them over, Y/n’s giggle at least lightning the mood. “We’ve upped the security, both inside, and outside the house, plus there are extra men posted in our territory, we made sure to call anyone we could to keep.” He cleared his throat. “To keep the bird safe.” His words hiding the true meaning. ‘To keep your new found little, who was and is in need of a safe place to live, unharmed from their brother.’
“Thank you, Sam.” Steve nodded, knowing he was right to appoint Sam as head of security, his skills clearly proven to be efficient and helpful, even though they are the result of a hiccup.
“I suggest you three go up to the lake house, no one knows where it is, you can let the bird settle in without a bunch of our men watching their every move.” Sam added, his words quiet knowing that the suggestion was the opposite of what Steve and Bucky wanted. Dove was supposed to be able to grow comfortable with them in their forever home, with the newly made bedroom, surrounded by every day life, and yet a bump in the road made all of those things almost impossible.
“Thanks Sam.” Bucky said clearly agitated.
“Anything else, Pete?” Steve asked, hoping to change the subject to something more hopeful, and to stop the insanely petty staring contest both Bucky and Sam were participating in.
“Nope, nothing else.” Peter smiled, though he hoped to be allowed to go soon, the conversation stressful and boring.
“Everyone’s dismissed.” Bucky said in return, a handful of goldfish outstretched to Y/n, them picking a few goldfish up, waving as everyone left the room. “How are you feeling, Little Dove?”
“‘m fine.” They answered, looking back and forth at the two men. “We go to the toys now?”
Steve sighed, looking to Bucky before speaking. “We’ve got to eat breakfast now.” He convinced himself it wasn’t a lie, he was just withholding the truth a little.
“We did!” Y/n giggled, holding their hand up to Steve, a few goldfish left.
“Crackers aren’t breakfast!” Bucky said in a dramatically silly tone, Y/n placing their hand on his head as they nodded.
“Yes, i’s breakfast!”
“We’re going to have some waffles, Dove.” Steve interrupted, a smile plastered on his face at the image, two people he loved being silly with one another, something he would get to see for the rest of his life.
“Wha’s a waffle?” They asked, puppy eyes out, mouth open in excitement.
“It’s like a pancake with little walls for your syrup.” Bucky explained.
“What’s a pancake then?”
“Dove.” Steve said in a more authoritative tone, wishing the silliness away.
“What?” They asked. “I don’, why’s you mad?” They asked, hands in their lap fumbling with their fingers.
“Dove, look at me.” Bucky asked. “Have you ever had a pancake?” He spoke with a genuine tone, Y/n shaking their head ‘no’ in response. “Okay, that’s okay.” He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, his chest suddenly heavy, realizing that maybe his Dove really did think crackers were for breakfast. “I think you’ll really like them.” Bucky picked Y/n up from Steve’s arms.
“I’ll be down in a second, I have some things I need to do.” Steve was clearly seething, about to do something regarding someone all three of them knew, Y/n all too well.
“Don’t do anything rash, Steve, just take a few breaths.” Bucky tried to sooth him, rubbing circles on Y/n’s back to keep them calm too.
“I should have been rash months ago, Buck, I can’t just sit here and pretend like this guy hasn’t ruined people's lives.” Steve was on his phone, no doubt calling in backup for whatever plan he had coming.
“Does Steve’s rash hurt bad?” Y/n whispered to Bucky, him smiling at their words, reveling in the softness they exuded, and the pure kindness that radiated off of them.
“It does, Dovey, but he’s going to fix it.” He walked out of the office, Y/n snuggling closer.
“Good.” They whispered.
#stucky x little reader#stucky x little!reader#steve x little!reader#steve rogers x reader#steve x reader#steve rogers x little!reader#steve rogers age regression#steve rogers x little reader#bucky x female reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x little!reader#bucky barnes age regression#avengers#little reader#little fic#mafia!steve rogers#mafia!stucky#mafia!bucky#mafia au
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@lazykittycoffee
I'm not sure what youve seen and what you havent- so really its up to you to scroll through my blog and see what i've posted about polyverse- I've thought about making it its own blog- but then i would also feel compelled to try and make a mod again and after how badly the first time went I think i'd rather die then give myself any urge to repeat that.
Polyverse Garcello was rped and mostly written by my beloved partner @colliewolf ! But we were all BIG Garci fans so little to say he played a BIG part in a lot of Polyverse lore-
His whole thing was due to the circumstances of his whole general life, his magic cigarettes were part of a deal he made with a demon named Austin in order to keep himself alive- who was a scumbag in the sense that he fed off pain and had a whole office dedicated to making shitty deals like this, but I REALLY LIKED HIM cause i gave him a fairy assistant named Bloo who was a little snitch and aughngdhugu i loved them
Eventually Garci met Bf and even though part of the deal was killing folks- he didn't wanna do that. Bf and him bonded a shit fuck ton in that alley, mostly cause BF is CODED to be extremely lovable, little dudes of a failboy magnet- so he doesn't- so his clock runs out on his deal and he passes away. Thats it right? WRONG! Because Bf is an Angel, just like DD as a Demon, he has the ability to revive Garcello. Which he does. Accidently. Because he didn't know he was an Angel yet, he just wanted Garcello back- big woops but not that bad of a woops i guess.
Garcello being around let us interact with him and incorporate him more into the story- like being foster siblings with Eric(Polyverse Spirit) before the video game thing happened, and being half Angel because when ghosts get revived by Demons and Angels they become half of said species in Polyverse. >>;
As for your question about everyone's flaws- its important to note that the ancient Angels could not comprehend the ability of learning from your mistakes. Your mistakes, flaws, morally wrong actions even in a grey sense, and ANYTHING to do with demons even it wasn't inherently bad, were all things condemned by them. Things like associating with Demons or evil beings (Garcello and Lila), being a Demon (Gf), being part Demon (Eric), Killing people even in acts of self defense (Pico). These were all flaws to Angels, and upon entering the Heaven Plane these flaws actually manifest as something physical for all the Angel's to see and know what mistakes you've made.
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Honestly it may not be your intention or of other people in the conversation but some comments around the sqq light eyes post have really rubbed me off the wrong way. I'm saying this with all the respect in the world and acknowledging your post about how you don't condemn harassment, but even before with the curly haired binghe and overall in danmei fandom it feels overly judgey towards westerners. Like these physical characteristics being a result of "whitewashing" when there's examples of official art or asian artists (the ZeldaCW art you linked) being some of the earliest examples. Most of us don't know Chinese, many don't even speak english and have to rely on MTL. I really appreciate this work you're doing and going to the original source, but I'm not into the gatekeeping tone some people are taking. Like, AHA! I knew this and actually all the people who don't are stupid for regurgitating fanon like it's canon. I'll be honest, there's plenty of fanon I don't like nor agree with, and I also make dumb mistakes myself (it's me, I'm one of the people who'd forgotten the hand scar came from jin lan woops). Sorry if this is too long or overly rambly, also feel free to ignore it. I mostly wanted to share this as a PSA that tone matters, be kind to others, and that preserving canon is not justification to regard people who go with fanon with a high brow. Regards, a non white non asian ESL 3rd world country svsss fan that's been in the fandom for a couple years (I point that out because I've seen way too many times any criticism be attributed to butt hurt white americans).
Thank you for your message!
When I make my posts here, I try my best for a neutral, informative tone, but between neurodivergence and linguistic issues, I’m not always certain exactly how it comes across. Perhaps a bit too blunt, perhaps the academic or formal tone I often use may seem stuck-up… really, I don’t have the best sense of it, though I do try quite hard.
I want to provide information here. This is to provide information for a few types of people: those who wish to maintain canon accuracy, and those who wish to know where an idea might have originated whether or not they care about canon accuracy in their own works.
Some people will hold canon as the most important. Others don’t particularly care. Some prefer fanon. How one interacts with fandom is entirely their own decision. My blog here isn’t trying to tell people they’re wrong. Or tell people that I’m better than they are, or that those who didn’t know something was fanon, or who enjoy fanon, are stupid or otherwise less than those who follow canon.
Fandom is supposed to be fun. I do this because I like analyzing things. Because it might be nice to have a record of details to see where trends came from. Even some things, I haven’t been sure about myself until doing the research, and some I’ve been mistaken on too!
Things can get muddled up. Especially when the wiki is updated with fanon information. It’s not hard for something to be thought of as canon when it isn’t, especially if trying to quickly reference something without reading the book again. No one is better than anyone else for what they do and don’t know about a fictional book.
And when it comes to design choices, there’s no need to jump right to whitewashing. A knee-jerk reaction is common in fandom spaces to anything that may be “problematic,” but sometimes a design is just a design. I only went into more detail on the post regarding LBH’s hair texture because that’s something i have experience with, and it’s not something widely known about that there are differences.
At any rate, there’s no reason to be unkind to others. People should be having fun in fandom. Those who wish to stick to canon should respect those who don’t care to, even if it’s not for you.
My posts are not meant to create a moral judgement against anyone.
If you’re using it for anything but information, then you’re using it the wrong way.
I don’t have the best eye for tone, but I will continue to do my best to maintain neutrality, and informativeness. Everyone who makes conversation on my posts, just because you knew something and others didn’t doesn’t make you better than them. It just means you knew something. Just because you didn’t know something, that doesn’t make you worse— it just means you didn’t know.
Let’s not moralize this sort of thing.
Enjoy the novel, enjoy the adaptations and interpretations that you like.
#psa#answered#this also got rambling#really I try not to come off as high and mighty#aside from my intro post which was a joke and playing into peerless cucumber persona#but I don’t actually know if I do a good job at it#I also cannot fully tell if anon refers to my own posts or just to comments on the posts themselves#again I will continue to try my best#sometimes I am not the greatest about getting my intention across#be nice to each other#at the end of a day it’s a silly little novel#just have fun and don’t nitpick other people too much since their enjoyment doesn’t really have to do with yours
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please at least give me the phone number or social media of someone you trust so i can explain your situation to them - i'll happily come off anon if you agree to it. you seem to think I'm faking concern for whatever reason, I'm genuinely worried abt you... if u think ur okay then u won't have a reason not to show your friends or parents, right? please please please just let me show the ppl u trust ur blog, if they know what's going on w u they won't care at all anyways.
hAHAHAHAH SORRY WHAT??, DO YA' REALLY THINK V'D FALL FOR SOMETHING THIS OBVIOUS. V'RE CRAZY NOT DEAD! V
DO YOU, HA, DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE THATS WHAT CARE IS? IF YOU AIN'T LYIN' THIS IS TRULY ASTONISHING. YOU SEE PEOPLE LIVING THEIR OWN WAY NOT DICTATED BY OTHERS RULE AND MARK IT WRONG, OH THEY CAN'T POSSIBLY *WANT* THIS, CAN'T BE TRUSTED WITH THEIR OWN AUTONAMY! THEY MUST CONFORM TO WHAT YOU DEEM RIGHT, YOU OH YOU THE KNIGHT RIDING IN TO SAVE THE PRINCESS WHO WAS THE DRAGON ALL ALONG.
OH WON'T YOU SAVE ME FROM OURSELVES! *TILTS DRAMATICALLY BACKWARD TOWARDS YOU, WINKS* OH HERO IN PURIFYING LIGHT! THIS POOR WIDDLE PRINCESS CAN'T CHOOSE FOR HERSELFFF. WOOPS *splits intwo revealing a greedy maw* IT-LL BE FUN CHEWING YOU UP AND SPITTIN' YA OUT.
SO YA WAN'T VAR DETAILS, VAR CONNECTIONS. OHHH SURE WHY NOT JUST GIVE AWAY SUCH REVEALING INFORMATION! HERE YA GO!
(888)-245-5618
HOW DARE YOU A WHOLE UNKOWN BEING TRY TO ENFORCE VUS TO APPEASE YOUR "'CONCERNS"", ME? BILL CIPHER? VUS, 1NV4D3R Z1M?. "TWO" BEINGS WHOSE DEFINING TRAITS ARE NONCONFORMITY, CHAOS, AND LACK OF SANITY? A DEALER OF THE DAMNED AND ANARCHIST. BAFFLING, IF YOU ACTUALLY PAYED ATTETION TO VAR POSTS INSTEAD OF MAKING ASSUMPTIONS YOU WOULD SEE THAT V AREN'T DOING ANYWORSE THAN BEFORE BY EXPRESSING VAR DIFFERENCE, VAR ANOMALIES TO YOUR WORLD.
WHY SHOULD V LISTEN TO *YOU*?
IN FACT WHY LISTEN TO ANY OTHER THAN VUS.
CERTAINLY NOT "PROFESSIONALS"
YOU REALIZE THE MEDICAL INSTITUTE WAS FORMED ON ABUSE, TORTURE, HORRIFIC ACTS OF CRIME! AND YOU MIGHT THINK "OH BUT ITS DIFFERENT, BETTER NOW, THINGS HAVE CHANGED" WRONG!! ITS A DISASTER, IT HARMS MORE THAN HEALS! AND OH BOY' DO V KNOW THAT HARM.
IT SEEMS TO RUN ACROSS REALITIES, AS ALL 3 OF VUS CAN GO ON AND ON ABOUT HOW VOYR DIMENSIONS TREATMENT OF THE SICK, AKA HORRID AND TRAUMATIZING!
YOU THINK THEY WOULD HELP, THEY NEVER HELPED, THEY MADE THINGS WORSE.
AND THEN, YOU EXPECT VUS TO BE ABLE TO *AFFORD* THEM? V CAN BARELY AFFORD BASIC DOCTOR VISITS!
V LOST THE ABILITY TO LOVE REAL PEOPLE BY PSYCHIATRIC WORLDS, ALREADY TEETERING TOWARDS THE END WHEN V "CONSENSUALLY" (READ MISLEADINGLY AND FALSEY) ADMITTED TO IT, IN ONLY 6 DAYS V FACED SOME OF THE WORST TRAUMA THIS CURRENT LIFE HAS EXPIERENCED. THEY BROKE VUS, AND V WERE ALREADY SHATTERED!
V HAVE HAD TERRIFYING EXPIERENCES WITH THE VERY MEDICATION USED FOR PSYCHOSIS, THE FIRST TIME V EVER PASSED OUT! HEARTRATE SO HIGH, AND THEN THERE-S ALL THE *OTHER* SIDE EFFECTS THAT IRREVERSIBLY DAMAGE YOUR BODY.
THERAPY DOES THAT TO, OH V MANAGED TO AVOID THE NIGHTMARE STORIES BUT V STILL HAD VAR REALITY ERASED, THAT THE WORLD IS GOOD AND THAT PEOPLE ARE SAFE TO TRUST AND THIS IS THE NORM, TRYING TO CONVENCE VUS LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE WHAT IS RIGHT AND SANE AND PURE, FUCK THAT, FUCK YOUR SO CALLED CONCERN!. AND IF THAT HURTS TO HEAR? GOOD! V HAVE DEALT WITH SO MUCH SHIT FROM PEOPLE LIKE YOU WHO CONTRIBUTE TO VAR ONGOING DISTINTIGRATION!
V ARE *CHOOSING* TO DO WHAT V CAN TO *SURVIVE*, TO ENJOY LIFE TO NOT WANNA FUCKING DIE. THIS INCLUDES BEING PRODE OF WHO V ARE, AND FORGING VAR OWN PATH IN THE WORLD. TIRED OF LIVING FOR OTHER PEOPLES WANTS AND NEEDS, NOT VAR OWN.
KNOW FROM NOW ON IF YOU WISH TO INTERACT WITH VUS V WON'T AVOID AGGRESSION. V JUST WANTED YOU TO SEE THIS, TO SEE VUS AND MAYBE HAVE A CRACK IN YOUR REALITY. *TIPS HAT, SPeEeEeEEEeens OFF*
*note v have deemed you
a square 'anon' after flatland a square
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