Ruining Saiki With My Emidas Touch (it's Like The Midas Touch But Emo)

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Teehee

HELP

ONE OF MY MOOTS STARTED WATCHING TRIBETWELVE,

AND THEY SAID MILO LOOKS LIKE AN ELF-

( you know who you are- /nm /silly < sorta )

I'M LAUGHING BUT I'M ALSO CRYING-

( as I am a bastard who VERY MUCH KINS MILO- HELP- I LOOK LIKE AN ELF TO SOMEONE??? )

I screenshotted them because they made me laugh-

This was the REAL conversation WHAT-

Me: “I don’t have bad sensory issues”

Also me: “I can’t listen to what this person is saying because my socks’ toe seams are misaligned inside my shoe pressing on my nails, these socks are also strangling my ankles and I might realistically die from it”

I don't think my paternal relatives care about us as much.

Context: my grand-uncle (paternal grandmother's brother) died about a month or so ago. We did not get invited to the funeral. No letter or even from my grandma, dad, uncle, aunt NOTHING.

(when me and my siblings were younger, we were quite close with him. As we got older, he wanted to be left alone more and more. We talked sparsely and it was only for minutes at the time at best)

I haven't been in close contact with any of my dad's family since February. Only my dad has come by like twice.

I haven't heard from my older aunt's who I haven't seen since elementary school nor my cousins from that period either.

If we talked at least every 1-2 months then it'd be good, but I haven't heard of them reaching out and asking about us in like half a year or more.

I miss them but I don't think they miss me...

Or do they??

My side piece (my platonic friend that i flirt with) keeps staring deep into my eyes (I legit can't handle it I get too gay and giddy even though I have an SO)

reblogging to keep myself sane

Ok but like. What the fuck is there to do on the internet anymore?

Idk when I was younger, you could just go and go and find exciting new websites full of whatever cool things you wanted to explore. An overabundance of ways to occupy your time online.

Now, it’s just… Social media. That’s it. Social media and news sites. And I’m tired of social media and I’m tired of the news.

Am I just like completely inept at finding new things or has the internet just fallen apart that much with the problems of SEO and web 3.0 turning everything into a same-site prison?

Possession - Bad Ending

Bunzy

The room was really dark when he came too. Bunzy had trouble adjusting his sky blue eyes to the lack of light in the large area. He knew something was immediately wrong when one of the first things that hit his senses was the smell of iron and the sound of something decaying. He turned his head left and right and back and forth until he had to get up. Unable to find the light switch in the vast darkness infron of him, he stumbled around the room. The last he recalled, he was in The Rabbit King's throne room of a building called The Burrow, which was situated away in the woods, somewhat far from civilization.

The smell and... the taste? of iron jolted and confused him beyond belief. Had The Rabbit King taken over while he was talking to him? He hoped not but it was a likely scenario. Bad things always happened like this. Bad things always happened- to him. He kept shuffling around, the smell of a fresh corpse getting stronger and cascading his nostrils. He trip, momentarily stalled until he realized in his blight that this was where that foul oder was the strongest.

He reached out in front of him, it was a wall. "How ironic." he thought. Slowly, he stood up, spanning the wall with his arms until he finally found it. He lipped the switch and turned around. The lights in the Throne Room were always delayed a bit to give dramatic effect once the utmost inner rings of light shines on the large seat, the throne of The Rabbit King, in the middle. Behind the throne, where viewers couldn't see, was a solitary light switch, the one Bunzy had just flipped. He looked down to the floor.

Not one sound was uttered when his eyes met figure on the ground before him. It was more silent than the night Amaranth Catar was exiled to The Southern Mountain. If someone else was here, all that would fill their ears would be the sound of Bunzy's heart pounding an escape from his ribcage. The lapse and crack in his breath and the thud of his long legs hitting the ground. His position a kneel at the body of his best friend.

Blood ran from 3 visible places on the surface of his large body, he probably had internal wounds as well. The left half of his face had been mailed to bits. The right side was a permanent scene of fear, anguish and.... Betrayal. He had never known the entire time. Bunzy himself couldn't help but try and soothe him even though he knew it was hopeless. He had stopped breathing the moment he came too. That's where the betrayal came from.

All either of them really wanted to do was reconnect. But he had metaphorically slapped him in the face of his repressed feelings for him, for Vik. His friendship, his honor and loyalty, his unrequited love. He let it all out in the stinging pain of words, and when he, Vik, tried to bring him back from jumping off the deep end- he was too late.

It was just like graduation day from highschool, where it all went down. Bunzy had blown up into a million metaphorical pieces and stabbed Vik through the heart with his knife in the form of words laced with hurt and resignation. A bond killed, a friendship destroyed, paths and bridges severed. It took all of Bunzy's strength not to cry when he watched Vik, the Valedictorian (go figure), walk across stage with his grin lined with mirth and humor, dimples on display and shining brighter than the sun so as to hide the dam of feelings inside him. But Bunzy knew better. He looked into his eyes as he spoke and saw nothing. Saw nothing when he was applauded at the end of his speech and saw nothing when he smiled and shook the Mayor's hand. Vik was dead and gone, Viktor Torian, the mask and the face, was alive and thriving.

Nothing

The Rabbit King had already taken his place at the front wheel. He took his long, claw-like nails and drove them through Vik's flesh like a rabbit would do an enemy. Vik fought back with a feverish desperation, punches and counters, trying to win his friend back from the monster that held him down.

Maybe coming here had been a death wish all along. Trying to reignite a spark that had long since been washed out by a tsunami of hurt. Trying to resurrect something that maybe should've been left dead.

But where would that leave them?

The memories played through his mind like a torture device made solely to attack you psychologically. He takes his vision across the cold body of the one person he could truly call a friend all his life.

He had always been perfect.

Near midnight colored skin complimented the raven sheen of his silken hair. A smile that won him any argument since he a child. Dimples like trophies to prove it. Friends came easy to him, as compared to Bunzy where people saw him- saw his crooked grin with a gap on the side, his fluffy but messy blonde hair, his affiliation for the color pink, rabbits and wonky smiles.

They saw him and saw his occasional passive stares- sky blue eyes and pinprick pupils that would see straight through your soul, his tendency to smile out of nowhere and bare his teeth like a challenge, a dare, telling you to come near and get bitten like an animal. Eyes darkened and pupils blown to high hell. They saw him and saw something monstrous and incomprehensible. It was rabid and wild. Untamable and seemingly unkillable. Older and quicker and something that wasn't of this world.

They saw him and they saw he needed to be exterminated.

The tears that flowed from his face put the water on Europa (or was it Titan? I don't remember) to shame. His cries were something similar to the creaks and groans of a large metal structure falling to its impending doom. Never had he cried this much over anything, especially not over a person.

Vik was the only person loved more than himself, hell more than his own mother even. But now they were both dead. Mrs. Trander had passed about a year ago, the funeral was lonely with just 2 people in attendance- Vik and Bunzy.

Ironic isn't it? How Vik's name was first... like always. The number 1 choice, leaving Bunzy, the afterthought, the runner-up. And now, Vik was the first of them to die too. And to the hands of his number 2, how fitting.

After letting everything out, Bunzy decided not to let any information of the incident trickle out of his cult of 8 years, Rabbits of The Down. Even if no information was let out, he still did his best friend the service of leaving his body in a place where the police could find it. So he would be given an awe-inspiring funeral, closed-casket of course, presented by his... wife; the one and only person to ever come near the greatness that was Viktor Torian, Arista Torian Kayes. Bunzy attended from afar. The guests, including himself, all in immaculate shades of purple (Vik's favorite color), swarmed around Arista and gave her their condolences.

Viktor had gone off one day after contemplating something. He had said his sweet "See you later, Darling" to Arista and gone off to the edge of some decrepit woods. The last anyone saw of him, his face looked like stone and determination.

His body was found a few days later when someone complained about a bloody oder emanating from the woods.

Bunzy stayed situated in the woods for the rest of his life. Slowly, The Rabbit King took over permanently, and Bunzy himself was never heard from again.

The End.

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Inspired by,

SatoSugu (Jujutsu Kaisen, Gege Akutami), Bang Bang Boom! @bangbangboomcomic , Watership Down (Richard Adams), more shit I don't remember.

This is an original story (ending) by me. @jammofsammichflip

How's it feel to kill one of your friends? How's it feel to kill him again?

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KO-FI

I keep forgetting THE Tim Sutton exists and now I want twitter (I won't get it or make an acc) so I can follow him and stalk his account for no reason

@thr4shit @someaholic @cosmo112

Tim sutton on Twitter!

Masky is a bat confirmed

If you're waking/about to wake up- Remember:

Save yourself the trouble,

Poop before leaving the house

The Devil is my leader

He(?) is my

Leader(?), the Universe spits in my

Face- by giving

Me breakfast: muffins.

Coward.

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Yap sesh over, I hate this country.

Idfk anymore man