The blade is imbued with great power. I can feel it course through my hands as I unsheathe it. I do not know if I can sate its hunger.
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I love planning a thing to be mysterious and then my characters just...say what it is, they know, they're prepared, they're not falling for my bullshit.
And it works out anyway, because it is still deeply unsettling whether they know what it is or not.
In moments like these I want to pick them up by the scruff of their stupid necks and say, "I win, you little shits."
sunu is doing emotional parcour rn with me like one day he has those ugly highlights and then the next his hair is just black again just.. what is going on
Notice I don't like to use the word "blorbo". My Fave is not a "blorbo". They are not a baby they are not a my little scrunkly. They are the LITERAL ONLY FUCKING ONE-GOD THAT EXISTS WHOM I PERSONALLY ANSWER TO, and there is no rightness in the world save by Their grace.
What's this I see about being in a bratty lee mood and wanting to message Lers? 👀 Does someone need to be taught a lesson? 😈
Teach me a lesson, I didn't know you were my university professor? My my, I see you're a switch though...so maybe I should educate you on what happens if you try to get to me unprepared, I bet your feeties would love some attention right about now!~