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I'm gonna pull my dreads out one by one until my head looks like a fucking bingo card

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SHUT THE FUCK UP

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Guess I'm too much for hoping somebody would care enough about me to apologize when it really matters.

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Oh my fucking god

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Recovery mentality for five seconds:

I didn't lose them, they lost me.

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Lover Of God

Short story by Zternal

I forgot about this two years ago and probably am not maybe finishing it

Evil strolled around the south corners of Neutrality, looking for an interesting place to maraud. Then he found it, as he wandered around, a rundown inapt bar in the middle of a busy street. Headlights and glowing trees covered the area creating a gorgeous scene. Most importantly, the magic emitting from the establishment. That is what intentionally piqued Evil's interest

Evil: *What a dump*

He sighs as he walks through the plant covered door.

Bartender: "Hello there good sir! Welcome to the Red Press! How can I help you?"

The curly headed man puts an empty glass on the counter and offers him a seat. A naiad, a rather odd one.

Evil sits down on the tall stool, so lanky his legs didn't even touch the floor. The bartender takes note of his prosperous appearance.

Bartender: "What'll it be young'in. You look like you fancy an exquisite taste."

Evil: "Right on the money. Give me the hardest thing in stock."

He then turned around to observe the pub. Neutrals of all races filled the building. All of them drunk with glass in hand. A rather joyful atmosphere, a group of Kodamas cheering, circling a table. Most eye catching, the large tent in the far corner of the room. A line filed outside and magic flowed from it like a faucet. Evil grinned.

Evil: "Hey. Whats going on over there in that tent, what’s with the line?"

He was actually starting to get a little exited.

Baratender: "Oh? That? It's a fortune teller, a young elv. Happens to set post in my bar when it chills for a share of the coin."

The man slid Evil his glass. A slender cup filled with a midnight purple to grassy green liquid, topped with an alcoholic cream.

Bartender: "That'll be two large equi."

Evil glances at the naiad man. His service smile starting to agitate him.

Evil: Quite the hustler you are. Usually they're 15 small equi. Overly exaggerating the price on me?

He gives a small smile before sliding four large equi the bartenders way. Taking hold of the drink and brining it up to his nostril. Testing for any form of poison; it was nothing but unleveled vodka and palm wine along with lemon citrus.

Evil: "Quite the combination."

He murmurs, taking a sip. His eyes widened. The fluffiness of the cream, along with the tart of the citrus melded perfectly with the richness of the alcohol and pulp.

Batender: "Is it to your liking? Citrus Ebony is our top seller, all though I added some extra alky. Perhaps I overpriced, but you seem to be wealthy enough to pay the price."

The bartender passes Evil a napkin before delivering another smile.

Evil took another slow sip of his delightful drink. Taking another glance at the ever growing line ahead the tent. There it was.

Boom.

A large gust of magic escaped the tent, an aura only he could see. Evil's eyes squinted in amusement. He plopped a small bag of coins in front of the bartender.

Evil: "Put me in the front of that line. Oh...and give me another one of those drinks."

He got up from the lanky chair and waked over to the tent. His presence intimidating yet royal. Never letting down appearances even in a dump like this.

Bartender: "Ha-! Impossible"

He gasped, his eyes nearly burst out of his skull as he opened the bag. It was filled with at least 8 small aurum. He looked at Evil then back at the pouch.

Bartender: "This could change my life, thank you very much kind sir!"

He smiled brightly, quickly putting the pouch under the counter and preparing Evil's drink.

Evil walked through each person in line, receiving various insults. Each quelled the second he placed a small pari in each of their hands.

Evil: *This place is surprisingly large*

He thought to himself as he continues towards the tent. He looked around, finally entering the tent. It was dark, covered in purple drapes. A noticeable fragrance filled the air, thin smoke coming from an incense burner placed at the center of the table. A circler stand with intricately designed clothes. In the center a large clear globe filled with a mystic mauve, magic fume; it’s most purified form. Evil was in absolute awe, wondering how a common neutral elf knew the ways of concentrating magic.

Fortune Teller: "Can I help you? You seem to have overthrown my entire line."

The psychic chuckles. A fiery headed neutral, hidden beneath a dark hooded cloak. His slender ears perked out from holes, covered in gold jewelry.

Evil: "What's with the hostility, show a little more of that customer-centric attitude."

He gives a sly smile before sitting down in the plush chair afront the table. He tosses the elf a large aurum, causing him to widen his eyes.

Fortune Teller: "You can't just give this to someone."

He throws the coin back.

Fortune Teller: "My prices are 10 small Equi, no more no less."

Evil: "Oh is that true? How sad, I don't seem to have any change. You'll just have to accept it."

He throws the coin back once more.

Evil: "Perhaps for the extra you could remove that hood."

The psychic looks away before bitterly agreeing, removing the cloak entirely. His eyes were an emerald green, shining through the fumes.

Fortune Teller: "There, happy?"

He sighs, resting his head on alongside his wrist.

Evil: "Not yet. Your name, what is it?"

He asks in a cunning tone, spinning another large aurum underneath his fingers.

"Amadeus."

Evil: "Quite the title, lover of god."

He smiles once more.

Amadeus: "Hey! Enough of your prattle. Are you here for my fortunes or not?"

He jabs, his irritation growing.

Evil: "My apologies, of course, clairvoyant."

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I wish I could kill myself and wake up and everything is happy and I actually have friends and people who care about me without me having to reach out to them first. Or maybe just time traveling, so I can waste even more time on someone to get even the slimmest chance of them caring a little more. Or erasing me trying to protect myself from people just so then I'd actually have people in my life at least.

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I don't want to be this way. I don't want to be who I am. I don't want things to be this way, or at least not stay this way.

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Tenebris Leere Madhwaraj

Youngest Underworld

Tenebris Leere Madhwaraj

Description work in progress.

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I fucking hate who I used to be and worry that deep down the reason I can't remember is because nothing's truly changed.

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I need someone to tell me what's wrong with me. I know there is, but self diagnosing feels so wrong. But I have dumbbells for parents who can never keep their promises. Three years I've been promised a therapist and I still have no one to talk to. I need a label, an excuse for why I feel the way I do.