"Yer not harming one hair on mah friend's hair, got that?"
"What, you think you can stop me?"
"Stop? No. Hospitalize? Probably."
Like I can barely lift my arms, and typing this is a fucking chore. But I'm going to type anyways, cuz I'm way behind on my production goals.
The cause of this fatigue? Tenderly wrestling a 3lb poodle that hates being groomed.
IN WHICH ALL THINGS INEVITABLY END
Well, this is it. The final entry in Sunsetβs Recovery Arc. Itβs been a long, tough ride. I hope you enjoyed it. I enjoyed delivering it to you. Please follow me below the jump for more talk.
"You'll die if you don't join me."
"Not if I take you down first!"
"Then you're a fool."
"No - I'm a SIREN. And I do not run!"
You ever get the feeling that you've got a dozen or so ideas floating around your head but you haven't the time to get any of it down?
I've been feeling like that for a while.
A few months ago, a YT user named the Illogical Reaper did this commentary on the YT user Clay Claymore (whom I daren't talk about here). Several of the comments were from The User Who Must Not Be Named.
I finished up my work doodle of Fluttershy.
Stay cute.
-Fuzz
...might be interested to know that shit gets worse in Book IV. As in, I'm skirting the Mature fic line and Blue and Flynt have had to drag me back across to Teen more than once.
And you wondered why I needed to make a Book IV separate from Book III.
1. Blue and I have talked; as it's his universe, he's decided that we're not going mature. As much as it would be easier for me at certain points, this is all about Sunset, not the violence. Besides, there's still going to be more than that.
So, yeah. Apparently some dude going by the name of Illya Leonov did a reading of one of the short stories in my Magic: The Gathering-themed collection. Specifically, I Have No Ears, And I Must Hear.
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Gen-Z
Many are mentally ill, while others are just pretending to be mentally ill.
Do they really feel that the "Thumbs Up" is hurtful? π?
Okay... look, things/creatures/freaks, it means "Okay".
Waring: White Supremacy Time!
π
Warning: White Supremacy Time Has Ended!
If your Gen-Z co-workers... (Do they even have jobs?)
If they get triggered by π send them this acceptable alternative, π.
The first segment of the "Seventh planet" saga is nice and wrapped up. Nice work fighting through, but remember, this is part one of three.
As for this week, we continue spring cleaning with "she must never know." So yeah. Have fun with knowing.
Octavia looked at the strange, unreadable book, made of leather, that had fallen of Sunset's shelf just a second ago. She swore it had been one of the manga paperbacks that she and Twilight repeatedly shuttled between one another.
"Clavicula Stella Cano," she murmured, reading the cover of the book. She then tried to open it, but couldn't - it just wouldn't open, as if it was not her right to do so.
She looked at the book, then down to Sunset, sleeping peacefully next to Twilight.
...and you'll know in just a few weeks.
"Do you really think you can challenge me?"
"Oh hell yes."
"You have no chance, Seaman Dusk. I am more than human now. I am powerful, I am invicibl--"
"I have a Fabrique Nationale P-90TR with 5.7 JHPs, and they will go in you and leave a nice hole going out! You may be powerful and invincible...but I am a SIREN! You died the moment you faced me!"