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My sweet, loving child is growing up far too quickly, isn't he? I can still recall the day when his father first brought him home after that…incident. He was only a newborn at the time. So small, and so precious. Regardless of how old he gets, Faust will still forever be my precious baby boy. He resembles his father in many ways, almost as if he were a smaller replica of him. I find it adorable seeing Faust cling to his father like glue, failing to ever leave his side. I do, however, don't appreciate Vincent giving him a gun. The poor child is going to get hurt if he isn't careful. But..I suppose my husband knows what he's doing. I trust his judgment as much as I trust my own. I simply want the best for our dear Faustus and to continue being a good papa to him.
My mothe- Oh I mean, papa (excuse me) is far too sentimental in my opinion. I'm old enough to know what's best for myself and having a mother hen in my presence all the time isn't going to do much good for me. I understand that he's merely looking out for me because he cares, but I politely decline his assistance. I'm no longer a baby, and can take care of myself just fine. Does that mean I love him any less? Of course not. I simply feel the baby-ish demeaner he uses towards me is very unwelcoming.
Oh how I adore you, my little glimmer of light. Your smile is warm enough to melt away the snow and welcome black velvet petunias in the winter; enough so to cast away bitterness as a whole. (wip)
aaa ♡ I love my papa so much! He's incredibly wonderful and ever so sweet. He calls me his "little helper" and even allows me to assist him with his brews and spells. (wip)
Vibrant and awash in light. Munchkin has developed into a bubbly, playful imp. Not a quality that impresses me, however, his individuality is something I can respect nevertheless. It's unfortunate that I can only teach Munchkin so much. He is a dreamling, so it is best if I leave Ambrosia in responsibility of his education. Munchkin, like Faustus, holds a special place in my heart. My children are apart of me, without them I am lost.
My son is wise beyond his years, and I am most confident that he has more potential than he realizes. He is very important to me and I hold him in high regard. Monitoring his schooling ensures me that he is succeeding in his academics - which seems to not be an issue as he has already exceled all of his subjects. His attachment to me is perplexing, however. It's a cycle I went through with my own father, and it only led to disappointment and utter humiliation. Faust is a marvelous young boy - his intelligence much surpassed his youth - but his clinginess will only serve to undermine him.
I-I'm so sorry! Please, don't hurt me! It's all my fault, it's all my fault! I'm sorry, everything is my fault. I can't t-take this anymore, it hurts!! Please, Please!! Stop, I don't want this! I'm horrible, I'm horrible! P-Please! I won't do it again! I'm embarrassed by everything I do, I'm an embarrassment. Don't leave me, Don't l-leave me! You're my only friend, I need you! I am nothing without you. I keep having nightmares about you and I don't think they'll go away. I c-can't believe this is happening. My breath is so shallow, I feel so dizzy. I'm scared. Don't hurt me please. I can't..I can't...I can't....I can't escape. I am a burden, a monster, I'm horrible. I deserve all of this. I deserve to be beaten. I deserved everything my abusers done to me. You're right! You're always r-right! I should stab myself in the throat. I should carve my insides out. I should slice my bare wrists until all I can see is red. Decorate my skin in cuts until there isn't much room to work with, like a sketch pad when all the spaces have been filled. I feel so sick
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.̶͖̫̣͖̯̭̻̝̟͛̒̍̿̄͘.̵̨̡̛͕͈͇̜̳̩̜͑̐͊̇̎̈́̑̿͂ͅ.̵̨̟̩͙͇̻̪͑̂̈̓͊͂̈́̃͑͜͜͝.̶̡̺͍̰̮̹̭̯̥͍̲̘̌͊̂̊́͘̕͠.̴̢̈̔̄̀̀̍̕̕͠͝.̴̨̞̞͎̣͙̬̀̽͌̀͑́̒̽̐̾̑̃̚̚͝ͅ.̸̛̥̩̘̲̜͌̇̓̎̀̍̂̎.̶̣̘̳̮̮͍͕̭̟̻̗̝̆͑̍̀́͊͐̓̿̈́̔͠.̷̛̦̞̿̄̅̈́̓͝͠.̶̠̼̦͌̀̉̑̃͛̊̑͒̀̈́͘.̷̧̢̛͉͉̮̩̭̭͍̀̾̀̈́͐͋̓͛̃̓͋̓͝.̸̣͔͖̇̓͒͌̀.̷͎͒.̸̨̛̪͉̞͎̺͈̝̳̇̾̉̍̃̃̚̚͜͠.̸̧̛̙̝͕͚͈̣͓̻̬̯̬̐̀̐͐͆̎͛̆͊͝.̷̛͈̝̙̜͋͆́͌̽͋̎͋̽̚.̸̡͔͇̝̰̊͊.̴̛̳̊͋͊̀̊͐̑̓̊.̶̟͈͉͎̜͉̞̇̾̽͆̿͌͛͗̊̏.̵͈̣̍͑̈́͑́̔̽̿̌̊̏̂̌́̀.̶̛̞̪̪͙̼̻̩̗̊̅͛͆̀̓͑̀̆̉͂̉͜.̶͖̫̣͖̯̭̻̝̟͛̒̍̿̄͘.̵̨̡̛͕͈͇̜̳̩̜͑̐͊̇̎̈́̑̿͂ͅ.̵̨̟̩͙͇̻̪͑̂̈̓͊͂̈́̃͑͜͜͝.̶̡̺͍̰̮̹̭̯̥͍̲̘̌͊̂̊́͘̕͠.̴̢̈̔̄̀̀̍̕̕͠͝.̴̨̞̞͎̣͙̬̀̽͌̀͑́̒̽̐̾̑̃̚̚͝ͅ.̸̛̥̩̘̲̜͌̇̓̎̀̍̂̎.̶̣̘̳̮̮͍͕̭̟̻̗̝̆͑̍̀́͊͐̓̿̈́̔͠.̷̛̦̞̿̄̅̈́̓͝͠.̶̠̼̦͌̀̉̑̃͛̊̑͒̀̈́͘.̷̧̢̛͉͉̮̩̭̭͍̀̾̀̈́͐͋̓͛̃̓͋̓͝.̸̣͔͖̇̓͒͌̀.̷͎͒.̸̨̛̪͉̞͎̺͈̝̳̇̾̉̍̃̃̚̚͜͠.̸̧̛̙̝͕͚͈̣͓̻̬̯̬̐̀̐͐͆̎͛̆͊͝.̷̛͈̝̙̜͋͆́͌̽͋̎͋̽̚.̸̡͔͇̝̰̊͊.̴̛̳̊͋͊̀̊͐̑̓̊.̶̟͈͉͎̜͉̞̇̾̽͆̿͌͛͗̊̏.̵͈̣̍͑̈́͑́̔̽̿̌̊̏̂̌́̀.̶̛̞̪̪͙̼̻̩̗̊̅͛͆̀̓͑̀̆̉͂̉͜.̶͖̫̣͖̯̭̻̝̟͛̒̍̿̄͘.̵̨̡̛͕͈͇̜̳̩̜͑̐͊̇̎̈́̑̿͂ͅ.̵̨̟̩͙͇̻̪͑̂̈̓͊͂̈́̃͑͜͜͝.̶̡̺͍̰̮̹̭̯̥͍̲̘̌͊̂̊́͘̕͠.̴̢̈̔̄̀̀̍̕̕͠͝.̴̨̞̞͎̣͙̬̀̽͌̀͑́̒̽̐̾̑̃̚̚͝ͅ.̸̛̥̩̘̲̜͌̇̓̎̀̍̂̎.̶̣̘̳̮̮͍͕̭̟̻̗̝̆͑̍̀́͊͐̓̿̈́̔͠.̷̛̦̞̿̄̅̈́̓͝͠.̶̠̼̦͌̀̉̑̃͛̊̑͒̀̈́͘.̷̧̢̛͉͉̮̩̭̭͍̀̾̀̈́͐͋̓͛̃̓͋̓͝.̸̣͔͖̇̓͒͌̀.̷͎͒.̸̨̛̪͉̞͎̺͈̝̳̇̾̉̍̃̃̚̚͜͠.̸̧̛̙̝͕͚͈̣͓̻̬̯̬̐̀̐͐͆̎͛̆͊͝.̷̛͈̝̙̜͋͆́͌̽͋̎͋̽̚.̸̡͔͇̝̰̊͊.̴̛̳̊͋͊̀̊͐̑̓̊.̶̟͈͉͎̜͉̞̇̾̽͆̿͌͛͗̊̏.̵͈̣̍͑̈́͑́̔̽̿̌̊̏̂̌́̀.̶̛̞̪̪͙̼̻̩̗̊̅͛͆̀̓͑̀̆̉͂̉͜.̶͖̫̣͖̯̭̻̝̟͛̒̍̿̄͘.̵̨̡̛͕͈͇̜̳̩̜͑̐͊̇̎̈́̑̿͂ͅ.̵̨̟̩͙͇̻̪͑̂̈̓͊͂̈́̃͑͜͜͝.̶̡̺͍̰̮̹̭̯̥͍̲̘̌͊̂̊́͘̕͠.̴̢̈̔̄̀̀̍̕̕͠͝.̴̨̞̞͎̣͙̬̀̽͌̀͑́̒̽̐̾̑̃̚̚͝ͅ.̸̛̥̩̘̲̜͌̇̓̎̀̍̂̎.̶̣̘̳̮̮͍͕̭̟̻̗̝̆͑̍̀́͊͐̓̿̈́̔͠.̷̛̦̞̿̄̅̈́̓͝͠.̶̠̼̦͌̀̉̑̃͛̊̑͒̀̈́͘.̷̧̢̛͉͉̮̩̭̭͍̀̾̀̈́͐͋̓͛̃̓͋̓͝.̸̣͔͖̇̓͒͌̀.̷͎͒.̸̨̛̪͉̞͎̺͈̝̳̇̾̉̍̃̃̚̚͜͠.̸̧̛̙̝͕͚͈̣͓̻̬̯̬̐̀̐͐͆̎͛̆͊͝.̷̛͈̝̙̜͋͆́͌̽͋̎͋̽̚.̸̡͔͇̝̰̊͊.̴̛̳̊͋͊̀̊͐̑̓̊.̶̟͈͉͎̜͉̞̇̾̽͆̿͌͛͗̊̏.̵͈̣̍͑̈́͑́̔̽̿̌̊̏̂̌́̀.̶̛̞̪̪͙̼̻̩̗̊̅͛͆̀̓͑̀̆̉͂̉͜.̶͖̫̣͖̯̭̻̝̟͛̒̍̿̄͘.̵̨̡̛͕͈͇̜̳̩̜͑̐͊̇̎̈́̑̿͂ͅ.̵̨̟̩͙͇̻̪͑̂̈̓͊͂̈́̃͑͜͜͝.̶̡̺͍̰̮̹̭̯̥͍̲̘̌͊̂̊́͘̕͠.̴̢̈̔̄̀̀̍̕̕͠͝.̴̨̞̞͎̣͙̬̀̽͌̀͑́̒̽̐̾̑̃̚̚͝ͅ.̸̛̥̩̘̲̜͌̇̓̎̀̍̂̎.̶̣̘̳̮̮͍͕̭̟̻̗̝̆͑̍̀́͊͐̓̿̈́̔͠.̷̛̦̞̿̄̅̈́̓͝͠.̶̠̼̦͌̀̉̑̃͛̊̑͒̀̈́͘.̷̧̢̛͉͉̮̩̭̭͍̀̾̀̈́͐͋̓͛̃̓͋̓͝.̸̣͔͖̇̓͒͌̀.̷͎͒.̸̨̛̪͉̞͎̺͈̝̳̇̾̉̍̃̃̚̚͜͠.̸̧̛̙̝͕͚͈̣͓̻̬̯̬̐̀̐͐͆̎͛̆͊͝.̷̛͈̝̙̜͋͆́͌̽͋̎͋̽̚.̸̡͔͇̝̰̊͊.̴̛̳̊͋͊̀̊͐̑̓̊.̶̟͈͉͎̜͉̞̇̾̽͆̿͌͛͗̊̏.̵͈̣̍͑̈́͑́̔̽̿̌̊̏̂̌́̀.̶̛̞̪̪͙̼̻̩̗̊̅͛͆̀̓͑̀̆̉͂̉͜.̶͖̫̣͖̯̭̻̝̟͛̒̍̿̄͘.̵̨̡̛͕͈͇̜̳̩̜͑̐͊̇̎̈́̑̿͂ͅ.̵̨̟̩͙͇̻̪͑̂̈̓͊͂̈́̃͑͜͜͝.̶̡̺͍̰̮̹̭̯̥͍̲̘̌͊̂̊́͘̕͠.̴̢̈̔̄̀̀̍̕̕͠͝.̴̨̞̞͎̣͙̬̀̽͌̀͑́̒̽̐̾̑̃̚̚͝ͅ.̸̛̥̩̘̲̜͌̇̓̎̀̍̂̎.̶̣̘̳̮̮͍͕̭̟̻̗̝̆͑̍̀́͊͐̓̿̈́̔͠.̷̛̦̞̿̄̅̈́̓͝͠.̶̠̼̦͌̀̉̑̃͛̊̑͒̀̈́͘.̷̧̢̛͉͉̮̩̭̭͍̀̾̀̈́͐͋̓͛̃̓͋̓͝.̸̣͔͖̇̓͒͌̀.̷͎͒.̸̨̛̪͉̞͎̺͈̝̳̇̾̉̍̃̃̚̚͜͠.̸̧̛̙̝͕͚͈̣͓̻̬̯̬̐̀̐͐͆̎͛̆͊͝.̷̛͈̝̙̜͋͆́͌̽͋̎͋̽̚.̸̡͔͇̝̰̊͊.̴̛̳̊͋͊̀̊͐̑̓̊.̶̟͈͉͎̜͉̞̇̾̽͆̿͌͛͗̊̏.̵͈̣̍͑̈́͑́̔̽̿̌̊̏̂̌́̀.̶̛̞̪̪͙̼̻̩̗̊̅͛͆̀̓͑̀̆̉͂̉͜
What a sweet and loving individual Luna is. He's a reluctant one, but beholds a heart of diamonds. The two of us never fail to have a good time, and the many memories we share is enough to suffice us for a lifetime. He's incredibly helpful around the boutique when I need him; stacking boxes, hanging up clothing, organizing accessories. I have tried to get him to model for me but the the goofball could hardly stand still for more than a minute.
Alice is such a heckin' good friend to me! We've been together since we were just young bunnies! I love him so much! So much, I tell ya! (wip)
He's been through quite a lot so I take it upon my self to check up on this little alpaca. Though it feels as if he's been drifting farther and farther away from the group. I'm assuming his shyness has gotten the better of him. It does leave me worried nonetheless.
//*smiles*// Alice has shown me what it's like to have a complete family. Even though we're merely adoptive cousins, he treats me like a younger brother. I now can pass away peacefully knowing how it feels to be loved as a family, because of you and your aunt and uncle.
I love you so much I want to fucking scoop my eyes out with a fish hook. Fuck you siren for making me like this.
Ah, so you're the mighty fellow who slaughtered my brothers and sisters. All for what, our precious gold? And now you dare make eyes at me after all that you've done? Please, I'd rather stick to the sharks than you. I've long sided with Captain Scarlet. Can't wait to see you and your own dear captain walk the plank to an ocean full of flesh-eating piranhas.
Give me something to blow up in the next 5 minutes or I’m going to shove my fist, foot, and head up your ass.
Fufu~ you're just mad because me and my mateys stole your treasure and a handful of the men aboard. To think I wanted to bed you in the past, I swear what the hell was I thinking. You have a demeanor as calm and collected as an angry jellyfish. You sir are nothing but a scabby sea bass!
Argh, aren't you just a fucking bilge rat living in the bile of a ship. You fucking fight like you're drunk as a duck and twice as bloody smelly! You and your crew can get a wooden cutlass shoved up your ass!
Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step out the main deck and turn around cause I think there some booty I need to inspect 😎 //jk jk fufu! I love you! Now come along, we have a long days of work ahead~ there's a list of ships I'd like to trash and a handful of galley's to rob. Us dearest also need to come up with a plan on how to destroy our arch-enemies, Ralph and Powder. Goodness, so much to do. I'd honestly much rather spend the entire day at sea with you~
Shiver me tenders! Call me guilty as charged, Captain~ Unfortunately that little scavenger hunt would have to wait. Our rivals won't, that's for sure. They don't know when to give up on us, do they? Oh well. Until they're ready to play, let us set sail and stock up some chests! I'm sure we can buy a little extra time for ourselves to retreat in a nice island~ Just you and me, my lovely pearl~
Well well well, Look what the cat dragged in or should I say incubus~ someone as handsome and opulent like you really charms me ♡ that sexy bod' of yours will throw me into gay panic if I'm not careful. Makes me wonder if your blood tastes as good as you look- I mean nothing hehe!! Just keep seducing me with that affluent bank account and I'll forever continue being the little bitch you always wanted~ Those fancy benjamins' you casually fan yourself with always has my ass running back to you, I legit can't ever escape. Consider that a good thing obviously, I doubt you've come across a man like me that keeps your energy flowing hhh! I'll give you more than enough credit for keeping up with my sex drive, totally surprised you haven't lost fuel yet huehue~! (*Fast forwarding a few years*) I've come to terms that my attraction towards you is more than physical. It's been strange for me to admit such a thing especially when romantic love was always something I believed I'd never achieve. It's weird honestly...there's times when I ask you to come over but all I want to do is to be embraced by you. Maybe that's not something you find peculiar but for me that's out of the norm. Normally I'd much rather have sex but lately I just want to talk and get to know you better, on a more emotional level that is. My libido is still through the roof but dammit you make me crave your romantic love so badly! I find myself thinking about you during the day and how much I wish to be with you. I guess I'm feeling 'lovey dovey' as some would say. My God, is this really coming out my mouth? This must be one of your incubus spells, I swear. Regardless if it is, I don't want this feeling to ever go away. Is it too soon to say, I love you?
Well look who we have here; a petite little pretty boy is who I see~ You should be blessed. The cute ones are always hiding from me~ //giggles// You know? You aren't shy in the slightest. A man who knows what he wants is a keeper~ In that case, as long as you keep up this little pay-to-play game, you can have anything your heart desires from yours truly~ I can't just sit here leaving these gentlemen to collect dust in my wallet all day. You know more than well that you can visit me anytime you wish to be rewarded just for being your adorable self. On a related note, this body can't last forever without getting some cardio in. Having a ✧・゚: *✧workout partner✧・゚: *✧ like you keeps it nice and strong ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ What's mine is all yours, babe~ || A few years later... || You know? I thought after having met you, I already had everything I wanted in a man. Don't get me wrong, hon. You were always perfect as you are. And I guess that's the thing. I always had the time of my life being around you. Being able to do things we couldn't do before, things we were told not to do and all of that. And when that all comes to an end, it feels like life itself also ended once you walk away. There was something missing that the gap in my heart couldn't fill with money nor sex alone. As cheesy as that sounds, it's true. I never thought I'd feel anything more than this, but Scarlet my dear... I love you too. I don't see you as my sugar baby anymore. You are so much more than that. It feels funny to say those things myself considering I've never felt more than sexual attraction in past relationships. Those guys were straight up venomous. I guess I thought I was not worthy of being involved into a committed relationship before you entered my life (through the back door, uh I mean-). Now~? I can be safe to be more vulnerable around you, on a more intimate level. There's no shying away from me any further from here on out, Scarlet~ I love you too much to let anyone else interfere with how we feel for each other.
He's a fucking weirdo, I'll give him that if that's the impression he's trying to give off. He tries his hardest to act "uwu soft boi" in front of me but I really fucking know the truth. He's hiding something and it ain't pretty. I can't even count the amount of times he has company over and they never return. He's probably killing them or some shit. The only reason why I actively talk to him is because he initiates it first or I just want him to fucking kill me.
I-I think Pudding is a very scary p-person...he's never really nice to me and he insults me a-alot. Sometimes I feel like a burden to him so I t-try to avoid him the best I can. I-I want to be his friend b-but he's a real meanie to me... *cries*
My Godfather, yes. He was a man who taught me well on the behalf of many pointless things such as religion. Does he really take me for a fool to believe in such things? Even as a young child of 13, when he took custody of me, I still did not take the words of his teachings into account. The knowledge did not leave me though, that's simply just not how I work. He did, however, pursue me into a career of bloodlust; a hitman. He taught me how to hold a gun, how to hide bodies, and how to stay anonymous along with the many complex tools of being a hitman. The man raised me as an adolescent and took better care of me, more than what my father and mother combined had ever done for me. It feels, peculiar to say such negative things regarding my father when I've done nothing but practically worship the man in vain. But, I suppose there is no use lying to myself. Yevgeni was, no, is a hypocritical man. How can one preach about the glory of God and then slaughter the families of the very innocent? As far as I'm aware, the man no longer works as a hitman but as a loyal messenger. Still, hypocrisy runs fluid in his blood. Which I'm well aware had rubbed off of him and onto me. We still keep in touch as much as my job allows it. Lately I've been far too busy to return his calls or invitations.
I don't hold much of an opinion on Celestia outside of the fact that he's very mannerful. I rarely ever see the ghostie as he's normally lurking away in the spirit realm. When he does decide to pop up in the manor, he's always in the company of Ambrosia. I fear Celestia may not trust me fully as he leers and sneers at me when I am near. I do not understand but I will not encourage further interactions with him if that may be the case.
It's not that I dislike Vincent, it's more-so I distrust him. With his blood-shedding occupation and horrible family ties, I can't ever seem to trust him. My owner, Ambrosia, seems to adore him but I don't see the appeal. He's very...stoic, monotone even. It shocks me during the days I spot him being lovey dovey with my owner. Never in my life would I have guessed he was such a romantic.
Edgar is my loyal pet raven, named after my favorite poet and writer. I stole him from a nest of baby birds when I was only six and the great lad has stuck with me ever since. He's very useful to me and often sends letters on my behalf. I value his company greatly, I just wish pathetic Scarlet didn't teach him such inappropriate language. Now it's nearly impossible for me to have company over without Edgar warbling such unsuitable words and phrases. How unfortunate that he's been glossed with such stupidity.
"Caw caw!" (Vincent, please. I demand you to give me pettings.)
Awh, isn't he just so cute~? Edgar is such a lovely raven with glorious feathers and a manerful personality to match. He does, on occasion, snatch my jewelry when I'm not looking but I'm aware he is only doing it out of good fun. A mischievous bird he is, him and Celestia are always causing trouble for our poor dear neighbors. Regardless of such brute behaviors, he's still a very lovable bird. I've adored him ever since I was a child.
"Caw Caw!" (I love Ambrosia!)
no no no shut up shut up SHUT UP!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! It's not true, it's all not real. No no no.. I shouldn't repeat my father's mistakes or his misdeeds.
I shouldn't repeat my father's mistakes or his misdeeds.
I shouldn't repeat my father's mistakes or his misdeeds.
I shouldn't repeat my father's mistakes or his misdeeds.
I'm real. TELL ME I'M REAL!! TELL ME I'M REAL!! GET ME OUT OF HERE! I'M SORRY!!
.ʏᴎoʜq ɒ ,ʏɿɘǫɿoᎸ A .ƚᴎɒɔiᎸiᴎǫiꙅᴎi ɘɿɒ uoʏ ,ɘm oT .ꙅu oƚ ɘꙅɿuɔ ɘʜƚ ɘɿɒ ꙅwɒ|Ꮈ ᴎwo ɿuoʏ ;ɘɿɘʜ ᴎɘʞɒƚꙅim ꙅɒʜ oʜw ɘm ƚoᴎ ꙅi ƚI .ƚɒʜƚ Ꮈ|ɘꙅɿuoʏ ǫᴎi||ɘƚ qɘɘ⋊ ?ʜƚuɿƚ ɘʜƚ oƚ ƚᴎɒɿoᴎǫi ɘd oƚ ꙅꙅɘᎸoɿq uoʏ Ꮈi |uᎸɿɒɘᎸ oꙅ mɘɘꙅ uoʏ ob ʏʜW .ɿɒɘqqɒꙅib oƚ ɘm ɿoᎸ ᴎɿɒɘʏ woᴎ uoʏ ,ʜƚuɿƚ ɘʜƚ ǫᴎiᴎɿɒɘ| ᴎoqu ƚud ƚuo ɘm ƚʜǫuoꙅ uoY
What could've been a mutual agreeance of respect and business turned into a deep hatred between us. Empathy was not in my Terms and Conditions, the very one you signed. I assure you, an apology is not needed, obedience is what I want out of you. Attempt to dox me again and I'll further appall the rest of your mortal days.
If you understood what 'empathy' was I wouldn't have gone so far as to threaten you. But that turned out to be foolish on my part. Don't expect an apology from me regardless, I don't regret anything outside of the abuse you've done to me. I still have a nasty scar on my back because of you. So much for being a gentleman.
Oh yeahhhh, it’ll come next year don’t worry. You know, I’ve just been busy as always heh ¬‿¬
Whimsical morning, Scarlet Night! I’m whirling my way to you for an update on those juggling kits I ordered 3 years ago. Of course no rush my dear friendeo, I know you’ve been busy!
Friends of mine had come and gone but Chu-Chu has always stayed. It weirded me out too. She'd been nothing but kind to me the moment we met, and frankly I assumed she would be like the rest and I would push her away. But no. That didn't happen and I am glad this queen encouraged me to not let her go. I swear, she's a literal angel in my eyes and is just- so damn fucking supportive of me when I've been nothing but a low life loser. She claims to see potential in me and you know what? I damn believe it, all because she said so. Chu-Chu is an amazing friend and I'd sacrifice my limbs to keep her happy. She better get a hell of a good girlfriend to spend the rest of her life with cause if not, I'ma be mad.
O-oh! Deci is a sweet lovely friend of mine who I care ever so much about! He's a kind fellow who just doesn't seem to believe much in himself anymore. It pains me to hear all of the bad things he had to endure growing up, but I know he will get through this. I will help him with his recovery to the best of my abilities! Don't give sweetie, you can do this! (Though please stop sleeping around with men and get a real boyfriend that's husband material. )