I Want A "dungeon Outbreak! Hunams Are Now Called Hunters And Are Ranked E To S" Story Instead Of Their
I want a "dungeon outbreak! Hunams are now called hunters and are ranked E to S" story instead of their skills and class being random, the hunters' power is the ability to materialize their subconsciousness/true personality into a weapon, but when the MC becomes a hunter, they have multiple people with different personalities, reassuring their self diagnosis of DID, but while also branding them a villian or as insane or as an issue because all the other DID or personality related mental health issues went insane because of their abilty, and the story is over their progress in hunting and trying to prove theyre not an issue and they slowly become and issue
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They are perverts and need to mind their business
genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat
Does anyone else remember when Johnson & Johnson used to be a family company? Like, when they would literally say "Johnson & Johnson, a family company" in their ads, but apparently now they're a mega corp???? Like when did THAT happen????
Got my period on the ides of march. Et tu, vagina?
i am NOT gaslighting you. i am lying to you. gaslighting implies a level of effort that i am simply not putting in. deceiving you does not require much
As the glass grows colder
As the days grow older
The honey will crystalize
As does blood in genodicde
An amazing apology from the archives
“When we were introduced, I held in one hand a gin and tonic and in the other several salted almonds, which, when I realized our handshake was imminent, I tossed into my mouth carelessly, to free the obligatory hand; my behavior inmediately after that may have seemed strange: a silent nod, averted rolling eyes, a broken greeting. I was choking on the almonds. It was nothing personal”
One day, ill be grown
And ill be on my own
One day, ill stand there
Infront of warm air
A lovely little window
Oak, pinecone, willow
They will sway and sing
With all the might of spring
One day ill be grown
And i wont be alone
Ill sit with you
And sip warm brew
Hand in hand
Nothing in the land
Would be lovelier
