Heavy, beuatiful bracelets
I have always had two bracelets on my wrists They are a bit heavy, and a bit sharp I think that’s how they’re supposed to be
My mom and dad also have bracelets Shiny, colorful, beautiful bracelets just like my own They don’t ever mention the bracelets being too sharp or heavy They seem to like the bracelets a lot
I think I’m supposed to like my bracelets
Even tho their weight makes my arms sore And their shiny edges dig into my wrists Not all the time though Probably not enough times to complain about
I tried taking off my bracelets one day I hid my arms in long sleeves and put the bracelets in my pockets Only for a minute tho I liked that minute
I took my bracelets off at when I hung out with my friends I don’t think anyone noticed Nobody asked why I didn’t want the bracelets on It was nice
I took my bracelets off at school I wore long sleeves that day
Would anybody care?
It took my bracelets off at school again Nobody cared
Why am I supposed to wear bracelets if I feel more happy without them? Why am I supposed to wear bracelets if I feel safer without them Why do I feel bad for taking them off, when they’ve hurt me so much?
Now I only wear the bracelets at home At home where everyone has bracelets At home where I realize how much my hands hurt At home where I wish the bracelets never existed in the first place At home where I’m supposed to feel home
I threw my bracelets in the trash today Now I can see two red scars that I never noticed before
I think they’ll heal
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It seems even Achim is getting something for the holiday. A message is sent to the man's inbox, featuring a single attached image and simple note from his second in command.
The image in question? It seems Taryn has taken the liberty of adorning some choice lingerie, in the man's favorite colour nonetheless, and sending him a picture of her wearing the article of lace and satin.
'There's a little present waiting for you after work today.'
Achim smirked at the image, taking a good long look at it, even holding the tablet that he was viewing up closer so his eye could see it a lot better.
A hulking metal figure was watching him. One whose plating was red and black with a face that had synthetic skin over it.
It was Adam Smasher.
His red opticals glanced to the image, Achim wasn't exactly hiding it.
"She looks like a cut of fuckable meat."
"Shut it."
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Neon Void chapter 22 spoilers.
Aaa
AaaaAAAAA Filled another page :D um as for the chapter here’s how I feel about it:
AUIPRJJVHSIAKAJAHGHCJKLOOONVAUAIJCNBANDKNZOHHOJHHEEUEUEUODNGIDWOEEDJQBYCIFOMGRIVVJJEISKVHSHSCAACAAOHTHISBOYCRAXYCRAZYYYUQIQKAJAJAJFBEHCODLKSNXN BAJA BLAST MENTION RED MYSTIC WARRIOR MENTION OHAOJFISKQJHAJCN 💥💥💥💥 I need a new sketchbook drew too much neon void. AAAA THIS IS WHAT WEVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR BRO IT HAPPNED. BUT WHAT THE FART HAPPENS AT THE THANKSGIVING PARADE!????
Shakes you blows you up with my mind @sugarpasteltmnt
Also some doodles from before this mind boggling chapter came out
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You can't tell me our main man Jim, Jim Kirk, James Kirk, James T Kirk, James Tiberius Kirk, CAPTAIN stack of books on legs James Respectful and Sensitive Tiberius Kirk does not know about Vulcan hand touching and their significance.
This man. JAMES KIRK. Looked at Spock, clearly vulcan spock, hands firmly planted behind his back Spock. LOOKED him up and down, and despite absolutely knowing it would not be considered impolite if he didnt offer a hand shake, looked at Spock, tall drink of water Spock, Vulcan sensitive hands used as terms of affection Spock, and was like hmmmm absolutely will make this Vulcan shake my hand. AND SPOCK gave like 1 second of thought before he was like yes absolutely here is my hand to hold for you and you only. I AM DECEASED
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to a waking dawn
changbin/jisung, R, 9637 words.
"Sorry," the stranger says, smiling and leaning across the table. "Is this seat taken?"
Changbin has endured trials, but no trial could have prepared him for Han Jisung.
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“Only I know how to kill me~!” Yin’s (Chaos’?) voices chuckled, then went dead silent. Then the haunting hum of a black hole faintly sang its tune in the background. A warning perhaps? But for who? It didn’t sound like it was directed at Achim.
“I happen to like mortals far better. Most of the time.”
The god’s voices now sounded stern, yet not entirely like he was fully mentally there. And it wasn’t long before a pair of skeletal hands appeared from behind the mad scientist to squish his cheeks together. Cold, dead hands as black as the night sky over a bustling city. Tipped with claws perfect for rending flesh if the immortal so chose to.
“You happen to be a thing that we don’t like at all. Rule breaker. Nasty imbalance your other self caused. Will not hesitate to punish if you do the same, Achim.” The god began to slowly squeeze. Only enough to eventually cause pain. But the want to make his head pop was clearly there. “I recommend you leave poor Dennis well alone, by the way. If you know what’s good for you.” ~ Kaiju-crimson-storyandask
The scientist tried his hardest to not give the being any kind of reaction. He has felt worse pain at the hands of his experiment.
"Ye really think I am scared of death like ye are?" He gave a laugh. Oh how amusing. "Once I am gone, there will be another to continue on my path. To carry the torch as it were. Fate has a cruel sense of humour." His spines started to grow. While he was unsure of if they would do anything, it was nice to have the extra protection.
"I will not kneel to yer demands."
@kaiju-crimson-storyandask
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