Hey :D
I love your idea of the White Day Event, I think it's very creative and amazing! Anyway, I would really like to participate in that event, so here goes!
The character would be Levi Ackerman, and the date would be a late night picnic in a field, watching the stars, surrounded by candles etc. For his favorite things about me would be my reserved and caring personality and maybe also my eyes (which are blue). Finally, what we love to do together is drink tea while watching the stars at night, movie nights and cooking together.
Anyway that's all, I hope you have a nice day, thank you for this event! Can't wait for the 14th :D
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i cant think about the way laudna sees herself for more than 5 seconds without going insane. like "i have a crazy woman in my head who likes to tell me what to do. thats really not that dissimilar to, you know, being programmed" + "fcg have you ever thought that maybe you are like me? you were once alive and now... you are in a puppet?" + "i can understand the feeling of a false sense of security and power from an ungodly source. that doesn't... you don't have control. it does. it can be intoxicating, borrowing from a power beyond you. just be careful of the moments that you can no longer separate yourself from it." like ARGHHHH SHAKES CRIES THROW UP.
the way she absolutely isn't able to see herself as a Real Person in the same way that she sees everyone else as a Person. and the way that she relates to fcg the most because she too sees herself as part of a tired old machine! with delilah as her creator! because she knows, she knows, that no matter what she's not really the one in control. she knows that at the end of day shes just a puppet, a means to an end, a disposable machine.
or at least this is what she believes in. and i mean can you BLAME her for not being able to see herself as An Actual Person when her entire life, her youth, has been robbed from her in the absolute most violent, horrifying way imaginable. when her very image has been so heavily brutalized and dehumanized, both in death and in the years after.
like. of course she does not see herself as entirely human. what human being could possibly endure what she has? what human soul could carry that kind of violence and still remain intact? (certainly it would shatter)
no wonder she minimizes everything that has happened to her. no wonder she buries it down by saying that she feels like it happened a very long time ago. to another person. in another life. no wonder she wants to separate her present self from her past self because, again, what human could go through what she has gone through and remain sane?
and how can she even trust herself to try and be human again when she isn't even allowed to be in control of her own mind, her own body. when she knows that at any moment the evil woman inside her head can just take over her body whenever she feels like it and do whatever she wants with it.
she has to be a machine, or a puppet, but she can't be a person. no, she isn't human. she can't be human. because no human could ever live like this.
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Mmm… snippet of future Musical Chairs?
“Thinking about him hurts like a kick to the gut. He hasn’t seen Sapnap since he… died. Since he drowned in poisoned blood. Since he limped through the snow, a bloodied trail behind him, knowing the way and yet feeling utterly lost, wondering if he’ll ever forget the cold look in Sapnap’s eyes and the apathetic greed of his voice when he too asked about the book right before swinging a sharp sword (his sword!) into his flesh just like his fiancé had so many times before. If he’ll ever lose the frost freezing his heart as Sapnap, his friend, his brother stood there in the last possession to his name, denying Dream that small mercy of having what is his. If he’ll ever forget the sound of Sapnap’s disbelieving words as he questioned if the torture really happened as if it wasn’t clear as day from his appearance. As if he wasn’t leaning to one side, standing on a knee bent in the wrong direction. As if a vast spread of scars didn’t sprinkle across the patches of his exposed skin. As if his once dirty blonde hair wasn’t crusted in layers of blood. As if his words meant nothing, weren’t worth enough to even consider. As if he didn’t lie the last time they spoke saw eachother about coming back to visit him.”
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art museums are some of my favorite places in the whole world. there are few other spots to be in that can let you experience the most emotional aspects of humanity in a room with other people in public. there's simultaneously a mutual understanding of everyone's emotions and a knowledge that everyone is having a vastly different personal reactions to them
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Do you think Sasuke and Gaara will eventually develop a friendship?
absolutely they will be friends but they're friends in the way that cats are friends where they sit on opposite sides of the same room as each other without interacting once and call it "bonding"
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