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The Dark King hides within shadows and fiends; Injured in a fight the world has never seen. The White King stands on a pillar cracked; Proud but wounded begins his final act. Neither can live while the other survives; Both Kings fall as the Final Battle arrives. New dawn comes as the new Kings rise; Painted in red by the Old Kings demise.
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC
Kings
I sit in contemplation trying to close my eyes so I turn off the playstation and drop my phone with a sigh. Earlier, I tried to eat a pear 'cause fruit is healthy and stuff but it was too hard for me not to care it just wasn't ripe enough. This show I've been obsessed with and the manga after that have busted that subconscious myth that fiction has a lesser impact. How long will I spend in the depths of the fandom and content I find accessible at my fingertips and flooding through my mind? When will I sense the ending of this era of nights spent reading headcanons, and content expanding on the world on which I'm feeding? Last night the latest chapter was out on my mobile app and I stumbled across it after going to reread whatever was last. It hit me like a ton of bricks like the weight of hardback copies of every scene the author depicts— sent shock throughout my body. A character who, before this day, was invincible and proud not unrivaled in his sway but always drawing a crowd. And then the last page caught me and I could not look away as tendrils from the enemy cut through its raging prey Too quick to be avoided the hit was meant for another but he knew he'd been appointed as savior to his brother. Taking a bullet for the one he abused the one he had hated and cursed before their fates were irrevocably fused without either harsh role reversed— All perceived slights against him any contempt he thought he had shown was forgotten as he jumped out to save him His body just moved on its own.
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Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
Chapter 285
I sit in contemplation trying to close my eyes so I turn off the playstation and drop my phone with a sigh. Earlier, I tried to eat a pear 'cause fruit is healthy and stuff but it was too hard for me not to care it just wasn't ripe enough. This show I've been obsessed with and the manga after that have busted that subconscious myth that fiction has a lesser impact. How long will I spend in the depths of the fandom and content I find accessible at my fingertips and flooding through my mind? When will I sense the ending of this era of nights spent reading headcanons, and content expanding on the world on which I'm feeding? Last night the latest chapter was out on my mobile app and I stumbled across it after going to reread whatever was last. It hit me like a ton of bricks like the weight of hardback copies of every scene the author depicts— sent shock throughout my body. A character who, before this day, was invincible and proud not unrivaled in his sway but always drawing a crowd. And then the last page caught me and I could not look away as tendrils from the enemy cut through its raging prey Too quick to be avoided the hit was meant for another but he knew he'd been appointed as savior to his brother. Taking a bullet for the one he abused the one he had hated and cursed before their fates were irrevocably fused without either harsh role reversed— All perceived slights against him any contempt he thought he had shown was forgotten as he jumped out to save him His body just moved on its own.
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in my world of red everyone has a thread tied to their pinky finger sometimes it is a couple that is connected, the small string in between not the only connection sometimes and this is most of the time the string leads elsewhere in my world of red, i am the only one without a thread of fate tying my destined partner and i together except until i met that certain green-haired boy
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
the ribbon tied to her finger