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burn-for-me-baby · 2 years
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there’s nothing more important
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Chapter 3: Hitting Rock Bottom
Narrated by Lolory.
~Content Warning: cyberbullying, mention of blood~
Narrator: Three days later, I appear on the cover of the magazine.
Narrator: The backlighting is dim. I’m dressed as a goth punk and holding a skull cane.
Magazine Headline: Ambassador of Elegance Exposed! Rebel at Heart, A Fake Who Cheats Her Fans!
Narrator: The article was incredibly detailed. Every rumor from my high school days was published as if it was true.
Narrator: Cutting classes, getting into fights, smoking, tattoos, running away from home...
Narrator: Hanging out in internet cafes, bars, street stalls...
Narrator: And photos of me before I competed in the Starheaven Swan Pageant.
Narrator: The article went viral. “Lolory” was searched more times in 1 hour than it had been during the previous six months.
Comment: I can’t believe it! It can’t be true! My favorite idol was never like that! Did they photoshop it?
Comment: Are those photos from 20 years ago? How can she call herself a girl? She’s old enough to be my mother!
Comment: Modelling for 20 years and still unpolished. Professional fashion disaster.
Comment: Hey, did you see Girl Idol Chen’s update? She called her “Image-Obsessed Party Grandma.” So apt.
Comment: Hahahahaha! Classic! Party grandma! That’s gonna leave a mark.
Comment: Guess what? I went to the same school as her. I even saw her once!
Narrator: Slam! I close my laptop and throw it onto a pile of clothes.
Choose either “You still doing okay?” or “What are you going to do?”
If “okay,” ...
You: OMG! That’s brutal. Are you okay?
Narrator: I’m okay, thanks. They won’t throw me off my rhythm.
If “going,” ...
You: It looks bad. What are you going to do?
Narrator: Be calm. I won’t let them throw me off my rhythm.
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Narrator: Like usual, I’ll get up early, put on my face mask, do one hundred facelifts, half an hour of yoga...
Narrator: I can’t show a moment of weakness. This is what it takes to be the Ambassador of Elegance.
Narrator: But what if I lose the title?
Narrator: I do have a bit of a headache.
Lolory: I really have underestimated that old classmate...
Narrator: Withdrawing from an article about Elegance certainly doesn’t deserve a hit piece trying to destroy my reputation.
Narrator: How can he just let it go?
Narrator: I can’t deny it is a picture of me, but it’s in the past, right?
Narrator: I took part in the Starheaven Swan Pageant because I wanted to change. I worked so hard to become elegant.
Narrator: After I won, I left my hometown and worked for many years to achieve the title of Ambassador of Elegance.
Narrator: Even if it is just an image, so what? Isn’t Lolory the first thing people think of when they hear the word “elegant”?
Work Cell: Blip!
Narrator: A new email message. Tomorrow’s shoot has been cancelled. Clients are cancelling all my appointments.
Narrator: I throw my phone and it lands on the sofa. I have lost my composure.
Narrator: I retrieve an old box from the bottom of my closet.
Narrator: It contains the secrets of my past, old things I wanted to throw away but didn’t know where to dump them.
Narrator: At the time, I worried that someone would find them, and use them against me.
Narrator: Now that everyone knows everything, I can get rid of them without worrying.
Narrator: I open it up. Black fishnet stockings with garters, skull ear studs, studded chokers, freakish wigs.
Narrator: And also her e is a lighter with a skull and crossbones on it.
Lolory: ...I used to love this stuff.
Narrator: I shake my head and keep rummaging. Memories of my youth, all the things I tried to forget, start flooding back.
Narrator: ...A textbook, torn in half, then stuck back together.
Narrator: I tore it during a fight with Mom, and then we spent the next evening sticking it back together, sheet by sheet.
Narrator: ...The scooter key. So it was in here.
Narrator: I used to skip class every day, driving a scooter all over town.
Narrator: When I left, I had wanted to sell it for rent money, but couldn’t find the key!
Narrator: It’s probably still in the garage at home.
Narrator: I pull out a crinkled love letter. That haughty tone, as if going out with him was an honor.
Narrator: The weirdo class monitor had shoved it onto my desk. Thinking back, I recall putting a lot of effort into my reply.
Narrator: A threatening letter soaked in fake “blood.”
Lolory: His Valentine’s Day hadn’t really worked out as he had planned. No wonder he wants to destroy my reputation now.
Narrator: I’m grumbling, yet I can’t help but laugh.
Narrator: I remember that class, the class monitor shrieking and jumping up from his seat.
Narrator: I remember getting scolded by the teacher and trying very hard not to laugh.
Narrator: Strangely, these items which once threatened to destroy me now gave me some kind of relief.
Narrator: I put down the letter and go to pull something else out of the box but stop, dumbfounded.
Narrator: Inside is a gothic cane with a skull, lying still. It’s the one that appeared on the cover of the magazine.
Narrator: It is like me... the butt of a joke, being laughed at by millions of people.
Narrator: But all I can think about is the 16-year-old me.
Narrator: I worked so hard to earn the money for the materials.
Narrator: I skipped class and didn’t go home, just to have enough time to work on it.
Narrator: The silver skull glimmers coldly, forebodingly. I did so many trial runs with plaster first.
Narrator: I took it to a fancy dress party and waved it around on a stage. My memory of that night is very clear.
Narrator: I take it out and start to caress the memories.
Choose either “Are they really burdens?” or “You don’t want to shed them, do you?”
If “burdens,” ...
You: Are they really just garbage?
Narrator: Hm. Now that I finally can safely throw them away...
Narrator: But I find I can’t bear to part with them.
If “don’t,” ...
You: You can’t bring yourself to part with them, can you?
Narrator: Is that how it is?
Narrator: That’s how it is...
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Narrator: After a while, I take a deep breath, and call that old classmate.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
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sophielovesbooks · 2 years
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How old were you at the lowest point in your life? Reblog this and put it in the tags, plus your current age maybe. I'm trying to see something.
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abi928 · 9 months
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patricksteel · 1 year
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Blacktail (Indie Game) hitting Rock Bottom, becomming a bird and learning to fly from my lets Play, Part 19 here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xg8OH8GGr54
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puppyeared · 7 months
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cemeterything · 3 months
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trying out a new coping strategy on my self destructive tendencies where i reframe them as "winning at self sabotage" in an attempt to reverse psychology them into eating themselves ouroboros style
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bluechanas · 10 months
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zitrovee · 4 months
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Dungeon Meshi dump
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Idk
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minijenn · 5 months
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Something something comfort characters something something sassy brown haired blorbos something something give me five more of these blonde bitches something something
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caelanglang · 11 months
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… I finally collected my guts to catch up with Akai angst… suddenly ao3 went down…
@itotypes I think the universe is telling me something……
anyways drawing this to cope… I’m sorry it’s bad and messy……
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onlyhereforangst · 2 months
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CHARACTER ARC (n): the transformation of a character over the course of a story, sometimes enriched with hamartia to explore the complexities of human nature and endow a sense of authenticity as a character's flaw leads to their ultimate downfall.
being a police officer is my future. i love this job. i love it. i get to help people. i don't feel like a hero. at all.
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yardsards · 29 days
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the thing about labru vs kabumisu is that both of them have the same core appeal to me, specifically from kabru's side of things: kabru being someone who is constantly agonizing about social rules and putting on the right mask, and meeting this Weird Fucking Guy who does not (cannot) care about all those things, and so kabru slowly allows himself to be more genuine. they're both such good relationships (whether you view them romantically or platonically), why must there be so much hostility between enjoyers of these ships?
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starscelly · 5 months
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um. welcome to the team chych?
ott@dal 12.15.23
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Happy to announce that my unhinged babygirl hasn't gotten better. In fact, he's gotten much much worse
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personally i think at this point it would be so, so, soooo funny if the paradox prism was like “yeah when we split we each made a world for one of the five bitches in our shot range in which they could become the worst versions of themselves. you know, eggman and tails in new yoke, knuckles in no place, amy in boscage. except um. well. you see. yeah we were going to make a world for rouge but it turns out she was already the worst version of herself there was nothing we could do there” and rouge is just like “oh fuck YEAH”
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