The writer, unless they are beyond greatness, tend to be eternal students. [1]

[1] The only thing I've ever used from my time play League of Legends.

Thanks, Master Yi?

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I write this because I cannot sleep.

I don't know what it is, or why it happens only when important things await me, but I've never been able to sleep when I need to. My mind buzzes alive with noises and voices of people and of ideas. Inside me, something is wanting to come out—or burned away, inside a dark room, in the glowing blur that is the screen of my smartphone.

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Greetings!

If you're reading this blog, chances are, you're interested in commissioning me for a story; no genre or fetish or fandom is safe from the likes of us!

If you would like to inquire further about my services, then please private message me.

Here's to us creating great stories together!

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WHY BRO?

WHY?!

THE PEACE LASTED ONLY A WEEK! THE BOYS SWORE OFF UNESSCARY ACTIONS SO WE COULD KEEP TO WRITING AND PRODUCING VIDEOS.

NOW AIDS IS BANNED.

AND B IS IN SHIT.

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It's your friendly neighbor second letter of the alphabet checking in with you lovely folks of Fimfiction. You may not believe this, but I've only just discovered now that B is the 2^nd number in the alphabet. This in no way had to do with the 25 in my name—coincidences are just a grand thang, aren't they?

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Do people actually care about the state of mind about someone else?

Think about it for a moment. How often do you stop to think “Hey! I wonder what the state of mind of that person is.” Do you do it for strangers? Only if something about them has interested you in some way. Family or friends? If the situation or mood demands it of you.

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We've all done it before. It's not a behavior linked exclusively to a type of person. Rather, it's a joke, action, or phrase gone horribly within the context of a situation. Either you incorrectly guessed the atmosphere you were in, or lacked the skill/personality to pull the thing off.

And that failure, friends, leads to a feeling universal known as cringe.

Do me a favor?

Don't fear that shit, but dear macro, try to learn from it.

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Before I start this, let me preface this shit by stating the following: This blog is directed at none in particular, but rather, I set of behaviors frequently expressed on this site. But don't think it's just here motherfucker—this line of action and thinking is common everywhere in the world.

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