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“there’s only one person in this world who is always here for you”
friends & family: me?
kokobot: no me
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scramratz · 4 months
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yo-yo-yoshiko · 4 months
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Gerojim in his jimmyjams✨
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fowlaroundtown · 2 years
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Sorry for spam posting today but I figured out how to draw Shelldon today and it’s about to be everybody else’s problem
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labyrynth · 5 months
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rickybaby · 7 months
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The Ricciardo factor applies
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afranticsonicperson · 7 months
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shadow nicknaming tails “little brother” because of their bond and also to spite sonic beyond jealousy.
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came back from the dead to say i’ve just watched the fall guy. i cannot stress enough how it’s a fucking good film
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thegenderfluidace · 3 months
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I have a sudden and desperate craving for head pats…..
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vellichorsdesire · 2 months
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UURRRGHHRGHH F/O GUSH REAL QUICK.
i want to take care of them so bad. i want to give them breaks and let them know it’ll be fine to not work for once, to treat themselves every once in a while with how hard they do so i want them to eat properly and i’d peel their oranges for them if they wanted to and cook and bake them anything just to make them feel happy. id understand if they didnt know what to say to me or what to tell me sometimes because even i treasure the silence between us I Care for them so much nobody understands how much. Im just so. oh my god ih my gggoodd i want to tell them its okay to feel different sometimes, to feel so flawed when everyone around you is acting in such a different way you can’t bear to understand.I lvoe you. So much . And i’d understand if you didn’t understand that either, as long as i get to be by your side its okay
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khaothanawat · 1 year
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ari.......... will u mutual bingo meeeee?
NIKU ……. say less >:3 here is your bingo hehe pls have a seat n sip on some coffee ☕️ made it extra bitter so **** won’t come and steal it from u….
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marukissnack · 8 months
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hi i heard you like Kaveh :)
SHUT
NO I DO NOT
I hate his face his STUPID FACE I WILL PUNCH IT
SUPLEX HIM OFF A CLIFF
Every time I see his face I feel like I’ve been punched in the GUT
I will PUNCH HIM IN THE MOUTH with my lips AND THEN TAKE HIM TO GET A HAPPY MEAL
LET HIM PLAY WITH THE LITTLE TOY, give him a moment’s rest before I SPIN KICK HIM IN HIS STUPID GORGEOUS SHINY BLOND HAIR
I HATE THAT MAN SO MUCH IT’S INFURIATING
GET A JOB
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amethystpath-writes · 2 years
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Excuses
NOT A PR0MPT
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“You are not welcome here.” The words were punctual. Strict. Demanding. Maybe they would have been intimidating if Hero hadn’t been shaking beneath her covers.
“Trying to cast me away like a spirit? It won’t work.” A glowing smile emerged from the darkness, one so bright that it was nearly blinding, but so direct that it was far from illuminating the room. The smile was all Hero could see.
“You are not welcome here.”
“Did saying it again satisfy your fear?” The smile grew. “I’m no spirit, Hero. Only a shadow in the dark and a smile to haunt your dreams.”
Why? the hero wondered. Why did her brain punish her like this when she only killed one man? Villain killed tens of people every day- for information, for revenge…for fun. Hero only took out a threat.
“Did they haunt you?” she asked, voice so quiet that Villain would not have been able to hear it- even if he were human laying beside Hero in bed. “The people you killed, did they haunt you?”
His response held no callous, no maliciousness. It was calm, matter-of-fact. “No.”
Hero shook her head. Of course not. Villain had no remorse, no nagging part of his brain which told him ‘You’re better than this.’ Villain, she thought, was evil. Maybe he hadn’t always been that way, but he sure as hell was now, even now that he was a dead, opaque shadow of a man.
“What was there to feel guilty about? I had my own means, and they were all expendable.”
Knowing Villain, Hero imagined that slow blink he used to give. Arrogant, careless. She used to admire that; his ability to ignore everyone else, to do things for himself- and himself only. Not many people knew how to take care of themselves, but Villain sure did. It only became too much when Hero realized she was as regular as everyone else to Villain. She was just as replaceable.
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“You are taking this too far. How many people have to die for you to make a point!”
Villain’s hands were bloody, and they had been for as long as Hero could remember anymore. Red, always red.
“As many as it takes.”
Hero wasn’t even sure what the point was. Villain was- he was a murderer, and the explanations he was giving were starting to become dull. Did he ever have a true purpose?
“Someone does you wrong and you have to destroy everyone for it?” Hero questioned, voice uncontrollably raised. It was a simple and unfortunate situation that Villain was so worked up about, that he killed multiple undeserving people for.
“It was hardly everyone. You’re still alive, aren’t you?” He walked to the sink and Hero shuddered when his red hand touched the handle. She would disinfect it when he was done.
“You might as well have. So what if she got the promotion and you didn’t? Do you really think she had it out for you or anyone else who applied for it?” Hero swallowed. “What if it had been me instead of her?”
“It wasn’t.”
She argued, “But it could have been. Answer me.”
He turned the handle back, stopping the water flow, and not able to find a rag, shook the excess water onto the stovetop. The water hissed against the burner as Hero had had soup there just before Villain arrived.
“What if it had been me instead of her?” 
How was it that Hero had been putting up with this for so long? Why did she let any excuse to kill another human become an excuse? There were none for what Villain was doing. He was killing. He was killing for the sake of killing.
“I would do whatever I felt like doing, just like I’ve always done. And if you had a problem with it”- he shrugged, then didn’t finish.
So, he would kill her, if the time arose- if he felt like it, if he felt angered enough, if something happened which wasn’t her fault, if he felt like something was her fault. He would kill Hero.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” His voice was neutral, with no trace of harm like there had been last he’d spoken.
“You don’t mean it. You’re saying it because it suits you in this moment- because you know I would leave right this moment if you didn’t say it.” But what did it matter? Hero didn’t mean anything to him anyway if he was willing to kill her for nothing. “I’m your coverup,” she said. “You’re using me to avoid suspicion.”
His response was as chilling as winter’s first breeze. “You think so?” he asked, and it would have seemed so innocent if not for his straight, unchanging face. Hero suddenly felt nervous being in the kitchen- so many sharp knives and scissors and meat mallets and...and he was grabbing a glass cup. Glass was breakable, harmful, weaponizable.
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That night, it was Hero’s hands covered in blood, and that blood belonged to Villain.
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"Am I as entertaining to you now as before- asking questions you’ve been waiting for me to ask?” Hero wouldn’t let Villain’s ghost bother her. She would suffer her own guilt in her own time.
“It’s all I’ve looked forward to.”
Hero’s chest tightened. After declaring she wouldn’t be affected, she still was. Villain was a ghost, a paranormal being she used to make fun of at the mention of it. “Then I’ll stop asking.” She pulled her blanket up to her lips. “What will it take to get rid of you?”
“Maybe a kiss goodnight would do,” Villain said. “You can blow it to me if it makes you feel safer, more comfortable.”
Sinister. Villain was sinister, and evil, and every negative adjective in the dictionary.
“You’re powerless right now- a white sheet with eyes and a voice. You’re nothing else.” Hero said this more to herself than Villain. “When I close my eyes, it will be like you were never here. Your voice will be a nightmare that I’ll forget in the morning.”
She did close her eyes, and when Villain persisted that he be her waking nightmare- not only her sleeping one- Hero ignored him. She was already dreaming, she told herself in the confines of her own mind. Villain was practically see-through; he couldn’t hurt her. He would taunt her and make her feel intimidated, but he couldn’t truly do anything. He had no power.
Hero wouldn’t say goodnight, but she would say the guilt she felt was fading. The fact she killed someone no longer mattered.
She had an excuse.
But didn’t Villain have excuses as well?
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bastardcherub · 11 months
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I think I’d make for a cute puppy!!!!!!!
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santicazorla · 1 month
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