#thelaundrypool

Words no less sharp than the blades he danced with, parried by the dull silence of the young and stalwart swordsman. Tension loomed, but these azure eyes shone with resolve. The inverted eye on the mask, the facelessness of the living danger, it would stir fears. His courageous heart refused to falter, but he took it a step further. 

“… Whatever it is that you put in my hair, remove it. Immediately.”

        ` what a... quaint little set-up you have here. `

Don’t mind him— He’s just going to reach down and try to throttle the insolent imp that stole his mask.

        ` AHHH! `

broski, i will be that ur trainer. pushing u forward, makin u believe in ur sweet magic. U CAN DO ITT. shame has no part of this: this is pure magic. the magic of bad fanfiction. it is what we need. you are the chosen one. this is your quest.

my name is fundie and this...is my story. dayumn, gonna go waste some precious time then even if hell hath no fury like a lecturer scorned. i've finally found my true calling. thank you for that sagely advice, yo. it's like i'm some old guy from pick-your-religion-whatevs and you're the dude yelling opinions from the sky.