eat shit and suffer and stay alive despite all the systems that oppose you, that try to make you miserable. romanticise dirt and filth. blood and vomit. let's be weak and disgusting. let's stay awful and sick. fuck everyone. keep yourself safe.
mafuena where they take each other to bangladesh
mafuena where they cook sausage on an open flame
mafuena where they anoint each other with oils and write novels
mafuena where they poison the mojitos of their enemies
it was made with my feelings for her in mind (greatly exaggerated but still). yet, i feel like, this fic will ruin her day if she reads it. just a like will be enough of an acknowledgement that she knows this exists, i guess. i don't know
the quotes will not end until she notices this fic i guess. i won't ever tell her directly though lmao
actually i might be getting tired of this already. ah, mizuki...
backrooms as a living torture chamber, personal hell for those who end up trapped there, a reminder of every trauma. AM's torture chamber basically i guess
crossbow's special ability is actually to make the aim of anyone who fights it dogshit for like half of the fight, even if the weaponball is melee. and even this doesn't help