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“I’m not as dumb as I pretend to be. I know she’s dead.” “I know.” I wrapped myself around her. We both closed our eyes and braced for the end.
This is a five star book right here

It was during that time she’d taken me to the circus. It hadn’t been one of the major traveling circuses, like Ringling Brothers, but a small, ghetto one. Anyone who has ever lived in the American southwest knows exactly what I’m talking about. Even little kid me had registered that this was a low-rent version of the real deal.
I can picture it exactly

Somewhere in there, deep, deep down, there is a spark of the old Heather. The beloved bear has moments of lucidity as she runs down her terrified prey. In those brief moments, she thinks: Good. I’ve always hated all you assholes, anyway.

Mordecai stumbled and held out his hands, balancing like he was standing on a surfboard. “Where did those two girls and their grandma go?” Then he vomited on the floor, sat in it, and passed out.

“Well, congratulations, crawler. You are now Princess Donut the Level 13 Former Child Actor Cat. Welcome to the third fucking floor.”

I rubbed the bottom of my foot with the little stone thing. I could just feel the AI watching me.
Toxic yaoi???

WHAT THE FUCK

“Did we really just start a meth war between the goblins and the llamas?”

Why does the Ai have a foot fetish

Princess Donut has named your party The Royal Court of Princess Donut.
Princess Donut has changed your title to Royal Bodyguard.
Princess Donut has changed her title to Grand Champion Best in Dungeon.

This inhuman place makes human monsters

But discourse is loneliness disguised as war. What people there really want is to be perceived on their own terms, which is so, so funny. Because if the grand promise of the internet was to be whoever you want, in reality it will make of you whatever it wants, and beneath every mask is another mask mistaken for a face.

If everything I did was so evil, how is it up until now not a single person told me No?
This is the equivalent of snorting cocaine for the critical part of my mind god the essays you can write on just this single story. My brain is in hyperdrive telling me shit about voice, narrative, patriarchy, control, etc etc its on overdrive

Im traumatized

My god not a Studio Ghibli themed novelty tarot card deck

Pics is so lonely

Jesus that ending

DJ RAVEN??!!!!!!!!!

NOOOO SQUASH GOD NOOO HE DID NOTHING WRONG LEAVE MY BOY ALONE

This is like Desert Stardew Valley I am loving it! Also the priest reminds me of Vincent from Conclave

Watching Parasite and then reading this back to back is a trip

AINSEL HAD RED HAIR WAS HE THE KID ON THE TRAIN THAT POOR GUY

There are only two kinds of stories worth telling: the ones that send children to sleep and the ones that send men to war

This is like if someone had a crush on Uncle Sam and wrote academic papers about him and the president deemed him worthy enough to travel back in time to write current propaganda

If I was to give this an isekai title it would be: The Prime Minister stabbed me with her Letteropener to Meet the Knight Everlasting who is my secret childhood crush

Trying to see if you can separate this infamous (aka fans selling physical copies of this work threatening fanfiction as a whole) fanfic from the fandom. So far…sort of? There is now a different magic system and so forth but the cameos of minor characters are sudden and weird without context except for Penny who is believable 1/2

Gay gay gay gay gay gay gay panic

and the sentance has gone on for too long, it’s past time for a period to end it,
Absolute madness give this author a grammy

IM SCARED

This is so depressing