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happy late valentine's day

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The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals

"I wish you could see the wicked truth." The Spy said, exhaling smoke. His life was never as simple as it appeared. "I'm not at liberty to make it any clearer, but if you only knew the half of it, you'd understand why I am the way I am."

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Spy entered her house, silent as usual. There was something off about the air. It was dead and unmoving, silent and cold. Color was drained from the surroundings and all of the picture frames were blurred and empty. Something was wrong.

He tried to call out for his wife, but the thick air drowned any attempts at noise. He pulled out his gun as he forced his way through the house normally teeming with life. His movements were slow and heavy, like he was submerged in oil. It took him ages to make it through the house and to the kitchen. And that's where he found her.

She stood in the kitchen, static and devoid of color. Her face was obscured, and she was warped to her core. Everything about her was wrong. She was fake. Hollow. Something had to have happened to her. The real her. This had to be a fake from the Academy.

He brought his gun up and fired. He didn't hear the shot, but he saw the flash and watched her body fall to the floor. The smoke clung to the air and made it difficult to see. Eventually, the smoke dissipated just enough for him to make out her corpse.

He had been wrong. She was normal. Desaturated and drained of blood, but it was her.

He rushed over, suddenly able to move freely. He held her, looked her over, tried to find any way to get around the truth. She was dead. He had killed her. He held her close, unable to even bring tears to his face.

He suddenly felt eyes upon him. He looked to the doorway to see his son. He couldn't see his face but he didn't need to. He tried to defend himself, but once again he found himself unable to speak. Her blood was on his hands and on his suit.

Suddenly, he was running. He had to keep running. He knew he couldn't run forever, but he had to try. He didn't know what would happen when Jeremy caught up to him, but he couldn't let that happen. So he ran. But no matter where he ran to, the Scout was never more than a step behind. It wouldn't be long now before he was caught.

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octopus 2022 wrapped

this year you disguised yourself as:

coral 10023 times

ocean floor 8064 times

coconut shell 244 times

various fish 196 times

scuba divers long lost wife 12 times

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Spy tried to pull away at being grabbed, the grip on his face making him uncomfortable. Quickly, he relented, letting her get a good look at him. When she was done, however, he was quick to pull away, closing his mouth with a frown.

"No. However, there shouldn't be anything remarkable about my teeth at all. Either you're very thorough or something has changed."

He reached up and stuck a thumb to his sharp canines. They caught on the leather of his glove and he pulled away with a frown.

"They feel different."

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🦇- A vampire or similar creature

A pair of red eyes shone from the shadows, glancing quickly around before settling on the oblivious cook. Spy stepped out of the shadows and silently approached, somehow even quieter than usual. He didn't know why he was so hungry, but he did know he found the right person.

The amount of face that was revealed from his mask was a bit paler than normal, and it made him look sickly. His normally grey eyes were a shade of red like blood. And his teeth. They felt strange in his mouth. He assumed he had some sore of illness. Something to eat would help him, surely.

"Bonsoir."

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He took the chair and lounged in it, pulling out his cigarette case for a smoke.

"I can't tell. It's very similar to tartare, but different, though I can't place in what way."

He licked his lips and ran a tongue over his teeth. They were different, and he wasn't pleased with that fact. He did not spend thousands of dollars on dental work for something to be wrong with his teeth. He lit his cigarette and took a drag before speaking again.

"I... Be honest with me. Is there something... wrong with my teeth?" He beared his teeth. They were perfect aside from two elongated, sharp canines.

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A pair of red eyes shone from the shadows, glancing quickly around before settling on the oblivious cook. Spy stepped out of the shadows and silently approached, somehow even quieter than usual. He didn't know why he was so hungry, but he did know he found the right person.

The amount of face that was revealed from his mask was a bit paler than normal, and it made him look sickly. His normally grey eyes were a shade of red like blood. And his teeth. They felt strange in his mouth. He assumed he had some sore of illness. Something to eat would help him, surely.

"Bonsoir."

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He frowned and glanced at the sliver of exposed skin on his wrist. He did appear to be paler than usual. This seemed to be news to him.

"I don't have any injuries to speak of, but I do feel unusual, to say the least. I can't exactly describe the feeling." All of his senses were too much; everything was too bright and too loud, almost as if he had a migraine but without the nausea or headache.

"The most pressing symptom, however, is a horribly intense hunger paired with cravings I can't place. It feels like I haven't eaten in days. Is it too late tonight to ask for your assistance in this matter?"

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🦇- A vampire or similar creature

A pair of red eyes shone from the shadows, glancing quickly around before settling on the oblivious cook. Spy stepped out of the shadows and silently approached, somehow even quieter than usual. He didn't know why he was so hungry, but he did know he found the right person.

The amount of face that was revealed from his mask was a bit paler than normal, and it made him look sickly. His normally grey eyes were a shade of red like blood. And his teeth. They felt strange in his mouth. He assumed he had some sore of illness. Something to eat would help him, surely.

"Bonsoir."

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𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change any gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“   you  don’t  have  to  hide  your  tears  from  me .   ” “   you’re  doing  great ,   okay ??   i mean it .   ” “   you  are  so  strong .   ” “   please  don’t  ever  give  up .   ” “   i  will  always  believe  in  you .   ” “   why  do  you  always  think  you  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own ??   ” “   it’s  okay ,   i’m  here .   i’ll  always  be  here .   ” “   you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor .   ” “   just  listen  to  my  heartbeat ,   okay ??   ” “   come  on ,   take  a  deep  breath .   it’s  gonna  be  alright .   ” “   please ,   just  hold  me .   ” “   you  always  meant  the  world  to  me .   i’m  sorry  i  let  you  forget  that .   ” “   i  never  stopped  loving  you .   ” “   you’ll  feel  better  if  you  talk  about  it .   i’m  here  to  listen .   ” “   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ” “   i  forgive  you .   ” “   you  are  so  fucking  powerful .   ” “   i’m  not  leaving  you  here .   ” “   i  trust  you  more  than  anyone  else  in  this  universe .   ” “   it’s  okay  to  be  confused .   nobody  has  all  the  answers .   ” “   i’m  so ,   so  sorry .   you  didn’t  deserve  that .   ” “   healing  is  not  linear ,   but  it’s  always  moving  forward .   ” “   you  can  admit  that  you’re  hurting .   it’s  okay  to  not  be  okay .   ” “   hold  my  hand ??   ” “   you  are  my  home .   ” “   no  matter  what  anyone  else  says ,   you  are  so  important  to  me .   ” “   don’t  worry .   i’ll  protect  you .   ” “   shh ,   it  was  just  a  nightmare .   you’re  safe .   ” “   don’t  talk  about  yourself  like  that .   ” “   just  say  the  word .   you  know  i’d  do  anything  for  you .   ” “   you  are  loved .   ” “   i  just  need  a  hug .   ” “   i’ll  destroy  anything  that  so  much  as  thinks  of  harming  you .   ” “   don’t  ever  let  anyone  make  you  feel  ashamed  of  who  you  are .   ” “   you’re  not  alone .   you’re  stuck  with  me  forever .   sorry .   ” “   well ,   hello  sleeping  beauty .   you  fell  asleep  on  me .   ” “   if  you  don’t  take  your  butt  back  to  bed ,   i  will  carry  you  there  myself .   ” “   i’m  sorry  to  wake  you  up ,   but  i  really  need  someone  to  talk  to .   ” “   i  hate  seeing  you  like  this   …   please ,  let  me  help .   ” “   you  are   &   always  will  be  precious  to  me .   ” “   i  can’t  believe  that  asshole  said  that  to  you .   it’s  not  true ,   you  know .    ” “   you  want  me  to  punch  him  in  the  face  ??   ” “   you  deserve  every  good  thing  in  the  world .   ” “   you  know  i  always  have  your  back .   ” “   you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  anything ,   as  long  as  i’m  around .   ” “   stop  apologizing ,   okay ??   i’ve  already  told  you  i’ve  forgiven  you  a  hundred  times now .   ” “   don’t  beat  yourself  up  over  this .   be  kind  to  yourself ,   it’s  not  your  fault .   ”

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🦇- A vampire or similar creature

A pair of red eyes shone from the shadows, glancing quickly around before settling on the oblivious cook. Spy stepped out of the shadows and silently approached, somehow even quieter than usual. He didn't know why he was so hungry, but he did know he found the right person.

The amount of face that was revealed from his mask was a bit paler than normal, and it made him look sickly. His normally grey eyes were a shade of red like blood. And his teeth. They felt strange in his mouth. He assumed he had some sore of illness. Something to eat would help him, surely.

"Bonsoir."

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🐱- A cat or other feline animal

Spy frowned. "I feel... strange." He looked down into his coffee. Not poisoned strange, but he couldn't fathom what else it could be. He felt tingly.

Setting his coffee down, he adjusted his gloves. Were they... loose? That couldn't be right. They were custom tailored. He rolled his shoulders and quickly found a similar issue with his suit. He knew for a fact that couldn't be right. Now that he was observing it, his clothes appeared to be getting looser.

"What the hell?" He quickly came to realize his clothes weren't growing, he was shrinking, and at an increasingly fast rate.

"What in the world is going on?" Quickly, his clothes swallowed him, and his designer suit fell empty on the chair he had been sitting in.

Then from the neck hole of the suit came one grey paw, then a second, then a grey cat forced its head through. It looked around, then down at the suit, then it's paws. It was confused.

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