8 Works by tangle
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So you aren't the best dancer. No big deal. Plus, this ain't even like dancing to the guy, it's like fucking. Your internal monologue freezes. Shit, you think. Suddenly it's a big deal.
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Beautiful is not a word that suits you nor is it one you would ever apply to another aloud, but when she is as radiant as you are grotesque there exists no other word that slips into your mind as naturally as one with the most sickening of sentimentality.
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Licorice is six when he learns that infatuation is nothing more than worshipping an absent God, and six-hundred when he learns that love is nothing less than learning to embrace the Devil that is both himself and the one he reveres most.
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You may appear similar to them with your newly constructed human figure, but Kamukura is the antithesis of your entire existence. They stand before you made of flesh and blood– a person crafted to hold unlimited potential and a person made to be more machine than human. You had been constructed to fit the opposite mold: a machine to mimic humanity and to grasp human concepts, yet even in a tangible form, a machine you remain and are reminded of each day that you fail you breathe.
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In which Idate struggles through thirteen days and discovers that affection doesn’t always end in torn clothes and bloodied mouths.
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If there was one thing Hinata learned from this, it was to always go with his first instinct. He shouldn't have trusted that shady street vendor who had pushed a game into his hands for free. He shouldn't have slipped the disk in, and he certainly shouldn't have started playing. Because now he’s found himself playing a game that doesn't seem to have an end with a protagonist he could swear is alive.
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The thought made his stomach turn, made him feel completely disgusted with himself.
He wanted Karkat Vantas.
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Everything about her gave off a warm sensation.
From her cheery smile, to the way she’d hum softly to herself, to the way her hair fell over her face in wet waves as she clumsily staggered out of the ocean.
Everything about her was beautiful, and he could only watch from afar.