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i love so greatly when people rewrite canon for their favs. wdym [character] killed a whole orphanage for no reason? they're actually a gracious beautiful kindhearted babe who runs a grocery store. you people(the creator) don't know them at all.
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I love cheaters. I love characters who lie for no reason and take the easy way out; who aren’t strong of mind or heart and have no grasp on honour except as a Thing that they cannot sink their teeth into without bone shattering. Weakened and rotten out of their skulls by indulging that sweet tooth one too many times… rats and weasels and bastards and betrayers and snakes that bother removing the skin before swallowing themselves whole. Idolatry and adultery and cavities, cavities, cavities. More. My wife’s not enough, my life’s not sustaining me; run the risk of dissolving my own teeth out of my head, those pliers in my left hand aren’t even necessary, soft enough to melt into your gums, grit under your tongue no more than sand; crystals. Flays of old skin. Mmmmmmm
Getting topped might not fix him but gosh would it make him easier to manage
plot armor? more like I'm plotting and you better have armor.
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Prompt
“Not even the wrath of the gods, their hatred, their curses disguised as blessings, could ever stop me from loving you.”
last night, while i slept they rearranged the streets and i woke up feeling out of place suddenly longing for city sounds after a life of sleepy small towns and now we’re sitting here in our bedrooms after the war my hands are shaking and the curve of your smile looks deadly this place isn’t home anymore not when you’re across the country and talking to you tonight feels like playing tag in a minefield every “i love you” a potential death but if you’re here  i can live with that
without you, i’m homesick (g.c.r.)
