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FREEZE YOUR BRAIN

Squip slushy.

“It’s like they just forgot to not get along.”

:’) utter self-indulgence, as always. reigen and dimple lose face for a moment and mob is perplexed

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Scar in MCC ! SCAR IN MCC !!!!

he's dodging, he's weaving

Because I like to bring pain and suffering to our KCD chat, I kicked the figurative door open one day and proposed that, what if, Henry wore armor for the suicide mission, so Hans would be the one helping him into it - and how it would make it crucially clear that it would be the only thing keeping Henry alive if it came to it. And how Hans couldn't do anything else than pray that it would all be enough. And the idea just stayed with me, with the allmighty lord Capon, who never did anything like this to someone else, and how it would make their roles very much reversed. On top of all that angst, of course.

So. That led me to draw this, hopefully you enjoy it!

Hisuian Zorua dying in the wilderness after being shunned and exiled by humans who were unjustly afraid of them and coming back out of malice…quite the familiar story, wouldn’t you agree, Commander?

by Louise Dolan

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this horrible screaming thing, this being alive for right-now, flooded over your lines, poured out all over the floor and through the cannisters. they love you when you are smaller than this, and controlled, and perfect, unspeaking and gentle in their pools and with your clothes off and with their hands around your throat. they love you when you dance pretty and suck their fingers and say yes and sit up straight and get the grade.

but you became needy again, didn't you, little bug. swatting at the ripcords around you. swinging your arms and watching the city fall. the path behind you is all smoke and ash and overturned cars. you were supposed to be good, good! good, after all. after the heat and the noise of it. you were supposed to be less, to want nothing, to hold all of your desires in a shoe box, to burn them in the summer of your 16th year, to bury yourself in chintz at the foot of their rosebush and come out without the smell of blood.

but you burned-sugar aberration. howling all that sorrow out from your bellybutton up into the green sky, yearning. they don't need you to feel better, they need you to shut up. they don't need you to heal, they need you to stop hurting so loudly. they don't need you to feel good, they need you to kneel down and accept the suffering. you don't get to do this. other people in your life get to lash out and be cruel, but you? you were good, and now when you are sobbing yourself raw on the floor of your bedroom, the first thing they tell you is this isn't like you. as if there is anything like you. you don't even know what you are, because you have wounded your desires and killed off your future so you are just a hungry animal, loping alone in the dark.

come on now, monster. turn your head around. you know better than to leak like this, when they need you. they need you. they need you, so shut up and take it.