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shadowglitter) wrote2017-09-04 05:02 pm
shadowglitter) wrote2017-09-04 05:02 pm
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I only drink Chocolate Milk. THE DARKEST OF MILKS!
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i enjoyed it, though both priests and americans tend to shy away from becoming monarchy.
what a fantastical world you have created, odin.
don't say priest-nis.
odin, usually i would find this cascade of words from your fingertips troubling, both the typical content you bestow upon me and the fact you believe yourself as lacking the light of sun in the eyes of the masses.
something along those lines.
but, at the moment, i find myself quite unable to worry, likely due to the raccoon drugs. i apologize if i am flippant in this way.
perhaps you are learning reality is not a romance novel.
also i am lending you some books, you need something less
trashy
yes i said it. when will these terrible raccoon drugs free me?
i am quite amused, so you know. if it did not come across.
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A small, insignificant beast. A goldfish to a whale.
Friendfiction is an ageless leviathan that dwells within the crushing pressures of the darkest sea, with the sea in this case being representative of your friend's - the subject of the fiction in question - potential.
Friendfiction is the life of that sea. Friendfiction is your friend's potential brought to life.
For instance, I think at your best, you would be happy and loved, but also I think if you made it with a werewolf, that should be hooked up on the national broadcast.
I could really only delve into that AU in, at its shortest, a 60,000 word longfic.
There is just too much material to cover.
I'm happy you're amused, but also,
I'm going to say priest-nis if you call my novels trashy again. Get ready! I'm weaponizing this friendship!
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Mighty big talk. Mighty big, brave talk for a big, brave man. You must have quite a lot to back it up. Must have quite a lot to inspire you to be so big and brave.
After all, I told you what would happen.
And yet still - you lie like this. You lie, and you sin.
There must be a reason. What could it be? Perhaps...
Perhaps you have...
Perhaps the reason is... because you have...
A mighty
and big
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i fucked up
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I love you, Enrico Pucci.
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no trial you hand me is too great.
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I am cloaked in sin. My blood, black.
You have a great trial ahead of you, should you choose to remain on this path.
So many random encounters with level one Slimes and Rats and Small Birds await you, and that's just along the first route.
You have a lot of dungeons to crawl before you reach my mansion. Estate? Mansion-estate.
Where I wait on my throne surrounded by my biological monster-experiments and what have you. Other sinister, final boss things. Something with bongo drums?
Yes.
This quest is long and winding.
It will take a lot of time and effort to quell my evil, Enrico Pucci.
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shall even the light of the Lord be consumed in this cavernous maw, this endless and intense fall from grace heralded only by wordplay unfit for one of your station?
i find myself lost in doubt, a desert more vast and perplexing than the labyrinth of the minotaur.
until, through these shadows, a comrade makes himself known.
a mighty yet kind beast, eyes forever lit by the light of the path it follows.
it is a dog. a dog is my comrade.
will you now cease to say that word, odin