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Mayhem commences in 5…4…3…
And the way he moves his dagger to his right hand…
Okay. I need help.
But look at his eyes. They way he calculates, almost instantly, the movements he’s gonna need, the timing, everything. He’s amazing with strategy, an astounding tactician, always seeing seven steps ahead. We know that, from the lovely analyses that have popped up on this site.
He counts the Dark Elves, maps out their possible movements, and switches his dagger to his right hand. Because he knows.
And it’s sexy as fuck.
This looks like a shitpost but it’s actually solid advice, like, if you want to achieve a goal you have to pace yourself and be patient instead of expecting too much too soon and then giving up
Nice to be kneaded
Chapter 17
Endgame
Previous Part: Crawl Home to You Next Part: Good Luck Charm
Word Count: 7,236
Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of medical equipment, loss, abuse, PTSD, anxiety and depression.
Last night, you had cried yourself into such a deep sleep that a linear existence wasn't even a concept to your subconscious. It was the first time in weeks it felt like your mind had a moment to sit in silence without overthinking or anxiety poking at it's need for peace.
Steve knew you needed your sleep, and waking you up just to let you know they were about to snap the nano-gauntlet felt like all he would be doing was worrying you. So he sent you a quick text saying he loved you and decided that would be enough to allow you to keep the rest you deserved.
It’s always “revenge won’t give you back what you lost” and “murder is wrong” and never how was the bloody violent revenge the bloody violent revenge looked fun was it fun
Yeah it was pretty fun, just a lil messy, hang on let me just wash my hands real quick
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