“You want me gone? Fine.” She shrugged. “I see no reason to stay.”
“I- Really?” The council member sputtered.
“Sure. Just know that my leaving will seal your country’s demise. If you cannot negotiate with me you will never survive the others.”
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As someone that gets asks n messages filled with creepy shit and am waiting for a breast reduction. We should be able to kill these fucks together
let's! start! killing people!!
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October Writing Day 2
Still using the BG3 Inktober prompt list. Just exploring those horrible Durge dreams the game mentions.
Who Are You?
He doesn’t know why he thinks a good night’s sleep will somehow bring back his memories. In truth, it isn’t something Kerric would have admitted to or perhaps even realized when he curled into his bedroll but some part of him expected, hoped, it might.
But no, sleep did not bring answers or peace or understanding, it brought something far, far worse. Rivers of blood. Piles of mangled limbs. A sea of dead bodies. And he was at the center of it all, smiling, laughing, breathing in the iron smell, letting it fill his lungs, the taste on his tongue making him salivate. All of it bringing him sweet, exquisite pleasure that spread through his body leaving him teetering on the brink.
He awakes with a start. His heart pounds in his chest and bile begins to rise in his throat at the remembered fragments of dream still lingering in his mind. But, there’s also no denying the warmth in his body and tightness as he shifts on the ground.
By the Gods what’s happening to him? He’s too afraid to move, to get up and walk off the confusion of thoughts and feelings, unsure of what he might do if any of the others awoke and approached him. The dawn is too far off for him to wake now anyways, he would be of no use tomorrow if he did, but the thought of returning to sleep fills him with dread. What he wants is oblivion, nothing but darkness, for his mind to be as empty as the past when he tries to remember.
Another thought creeps in, it needn't be this hard, he doesn’t need to fight. His body knows what it wants, all he needs to do is relax and enjoy, one simple act could bring it all back, his hands know what to do, what they want, all he has to do is allow it.
A sob threatens to escape. His teeth bite into his lower lip as he tries to keep it in. The struggle to keep quiet and keep the dark thoughts from overwhelming him eventually consume his shattered, confused mind and the oblivion he wishes for finally comes.
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I thought I was the only person in the LGBTQ community that liked Bruce Springsteen lmao. The only band more hetero than the e street band is like Phish or something
my friend. in the kindest way possible. what world have you been living in
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my bf was showing his mom a picture he took of his nephew’s cat and then his mom swipes the screen and sees a video of him giving me backshots 😭😭😭 IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING.
NOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭 I hope she was cool about it 😭 aaaa that’s so embarrassing sorry that happened anon!!!!!
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𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋. He's dedicated his heart, has fulfilled his promise to Erwin, and ensuring that every sacrifice, every death had been worth it, he cracked the mystery to the titans and won them peace. Levi, from the very moment he joined the Corps, made himself a weapon, a blade sharpened cruelly to carry its will — and god, had he served them. It took much from him, sure, cost him an eye, his fingers, and his ability to walk, too, but as a Captain of his men, his heart was for his outfit, and now, purpose all served, he can finally live in peace. He can lay down his sword. He can start up a shop. For no longer heaving the title of humanity's strongest, Levi's no longer that burden to bear and heft. After all, he'd never tell you, the weight of it had been oh so gargantuan. All a soul looked to him, passed their torches unto him, and that, that duty was the fight he'd pledged his heart to. No. He'd survived and had served them. He has no regrets.
Now, mixing blends in his shop, he lives the dream they'd died for.
There is joy in all of that. Levi sips his tea.
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If a bot follows my blog chances are they followed ppl with similar interest. So I just go through their following page before I block and report them.
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